So guys, this is the last chapter. hope you've all enjoyed the story and all that jazz! Oh, and what d'ya think of the ending? Is it too much of a twist? is it not enough of a twist? Is it just plain crappy? I need feedback! :L

Gerard pulled open the lid of his coffin and slid into it, snuggling his body between the velvet walls, still sitting up, taking Frank's sweaty palm between his own, squeezing it slightly and flashing him a comforting smile.

"It's okay. I promise this is the right thing to do. For both of us."

Frank shuddered and shook his head from side to side in denial. "I can't do it, Gerard. I just can't..." He sank into the floor, curling his knees into his chest, gently rocking back and forth.

Reaching into his back pocket, Gerard withdrew his pocket knife and slipped it into Frank's quivering hand, closing his fingers over it, concealing it in his fist.

"But I want you to do it. I want you to feel alive again. I don't want you to be a zombie forever. You deserve more."

A tear slipped from Frank's eye. He wanted to do it so badly, but he didn't have the guts.

Gerard had explained it all on the bus journey home.

Months ago, Gerard said that you couldn't kill a vampire. Gerard said that once you were immortal, you were stuck. Gerard said there was no way out.

But Gerard had lied.

There was a loop hole. As slim as it was, it was there, glistening through the darkness, like a lamplight in the eternal black. And Gerard wanted Frank to seize it, but Frank wasn't sure if he could.

What he had to do was simple: he had to kill Gerard. It had shocked him at first- "but you can't kill a vampire! That's like the first thing you taught me!"- But Gerard explained that, in theory, a vampire could be killed, but only if it were killed by one of its 'children', so to say. And ifa vampire 'child' killed its vampire 'father', again in theory, it would regain mortality.

But its father would still be dead.

Gerard would be dead.

And as much as Frank wanted to be alive again, could he end another life for it? Could he kill Gerard?

"I know what you're thinking."

Frank peered up through his weeping eyes.

"You're thinking 'how can I kill him?'. Well think of it this way", Gerard leaned forward out of the coffin, placing a kiss on Frank's forehead, "You're the only thing I live for. Without you, I'd be dead, so I don't think it's fair that by letting myself live, I'm killing someone else who had alot more to live for in the first place..."

"What do you mean?" Frank's voice crackled and rasped from crying.

"What I mean is..." he sighed, unable to carve his emotions into something as simple as words, "when I saw Mikey, I realized something... something real important. I realized that Mikey was the only thing that made my worth while, but I was ruining his life. And now that I'm gone, everything is better for him. He's finally happy. And I also realized that I'm doing the exact same thing to you- I'm destroying you. You'd be so much better off without me, and I don't want to hurt you any more..."

Another droplet of salt water fell to his cheek, drying out his skin and encrusting it in crystals of white dust. It was weird to think, with one more spill of blood, he would be free of the crimson substance forever.

And that was a thought.

"Please Frank, if you don't do it for yourself, at least do it for me."

Frank caught his eyes, delicate yet profound, subtle yet hypnotizing. Gerard smiled shyly. Frank smiled back.

And nodded.

"I'll do it."

"Thank you, baby."

And Frank leaned into Gerard, placing his lips on his, kissing him softly, with such innocence and naivety. And for that moment in time, Frank forgot everything. All that existence was Gerard, himself and the soft breath on his cheek. Their lips stumbled around each other's, nervously parting, like a first kiss all over again. There tongues brushed together, but they went no further. They were nothing but children, scared and angry at the world around them.

"Are you ready?"

Frank nodded reluctantly. In an ordinary world, he would be asking his elder this question. Mind you, things hadn't been very ordinary these days.

Gerard leaned backwards, his back touching his final resting place, sinking into the fabric, forever enclosed. Closing his eyes, he took Frank's hand, the knife still in place, and guided it to his neck. The blade touched his skin, gentle against the milky white, as Gerard drew in his breath.

"I love you."

The words were blurted out, maybe in single a final panic for happiness. And as Frank watched his eyes twitch beneath their lids, waiting on the blade to be pulled across and end it all, he couldn't help but question his own feelings towards the man -he corrected himself- boy.

He had never loved Gerard, but now, as he sacrificed his life for him, a new feeling was sparked- it wasn't love, he could tell that, but it was something not far off. It was only years later, as he sat with his family, curled up on a sofa, safe, that he realized it was respect.

"I love you too."

He knew it was a lie, but maybe he could give Gerard a moment of happiness, as short lasting as it was, before he left him.

Gerard's eyes stopped twitching. His lips upturned into a little smile.

Frank pulled the blade across.

It wasn't like in the movies- there was no screaming, no spluttering, no cries of despair, none of that. Instead, Gerard stayed at peace, his face still smiling, unchanged despite the red painting his neck.

So Frank left him like that.

Leaving one last kiss on his cheek, he pulled the coffin lid shut and left the flat, walking straight out into the daylight, his flesh ripe again with youth and joy and life. He hadn't even noticed the sun rising through all the commotion.

The alley way was hot and dry, fragrant with the fresh morning air.

And he smiled.

At least he hadn't missed the summer.