Take This Spike to My Heart

Gerard Way played by Salander.


Nelle Christi played by Dezzy.

It was just an ordinary Saturday, Nelle had come to the local cemetery to visit her grandmother's grave like she did often. She'd always bring a bundle of roses to leave on her grave site, they were her grandmother's favorite flowers. The only thing different about this visit, was that Nelle was visiting her grandma a little later than she normally did. Cemeteries usually spooked her out during the darker hours so she usually always made it while the sun was up, but today had been a busy day, with work keeping her over her scheduled hours.

She was almost going to cancel the visit, but it had been almost two months since she had stopped by and placed fresh flowers. The sun was almost gone behind the horizon, deep reds and indigos painted the sky above her as she stepped out of her car and made her way to her where her grandma was at rest.

Her local cemetery was a large one, it covered a pretty good chunk of land and it wasn't just all tiny headstones in rows as far as the eye it could see. There were large mausoleums, statues of angels, benches and path ways that led you to every corner. It was almost like a small park, littered with the dead. Cherry blossom trees and weeping willows also decorated the land.

The cemetery definitely gave a different vibe as the sun went down. Usually, Nelle felt calm and at peace when she came to visit, but now that night was slowly creeping up, she felt like she was rushed, like she didn't need to stay very long.

She got to her grandma's headstone and picked up the dead rose stems and placed the fresh ones back down. "There you go, Grammy." Nelle whispered as she turned to throw the dead flowers in a nearby trashcan.

From just out of the corner of her eye, she saw a man standing underneath one of the angel statues she had seen earlier. He was in a dingy black suit and his skin was as pale as snow. He was puffing on a cigarette and didn't seem to be here visiting anyone. Nelle felt her stomach drop as she turned back to her grandmother and squatted down, trying to just get through her visit, just trying to remember her grandma for a few minutes before abruptly leaving. She felt like she could feel the man's eyes on her and it was causing her skin to crawl.

To be honest, Gerard had always preferred graveyards, even when he was human. They were always unearthly quiet, solemn, and the air seemed to always hold some sort of different feeling to it. He’d stolen away to them often to think, draw, or just write away from prying eyes, the bustle of his home, or the cramped spaces of local coffee shops. He’s always been a reclusive person, but now, with what he was, he was forced to get out and try to mingle—if only just for a meal.

He was secretly hoping that someone would wander into the cemetery and make it easy on him for finding a meal. It wasn’t that he was lazy, just that he hated having to track down the one person in a crowd he wanted to feed on, chat them up, and then either take them to the nearest alleyway or back to his dingy apartment to feed where no one could see what he was doing. When he was only given a few options, it made his task of hiding his true nature from everyone but a meal that much easier.

Gerard could smell the roses before he could even hear her heartbeat or see her walking amongst the gravestones in the light of the falling dusk around them. The roses were freshly cut and he could smell the chemically treated water still clinging to the stems. Her heartbeat, while steady, seemed to have an anxious sort of rhythm to it. Probably the fact that she was in a graveyard at night. The beauty of a graveyard during the day could easily diminish into a place of fear come sundown. The statues of angels could quickly turn into demons and the branches of trees could easily turn into claws reaching for unsuspecting victims.

When he saw her, he was immediately taken aback by how beautiful she truly was. With her raven black hair and pale skin, for a moment, Gerard almost thought that she was a vampire like him. That was until he remembered he could hear her blood pumping from her heart and rushing through her veins. He couldn’t quite see the color of her eyes as she was walking her her head down a bit, but he could tell that she had a rounded face and a slightly pointed chin with pretty, pink lips. This was almost too good to be true.

He lit up a cigarette in the hopes that it would stem off his urges for a moment. For some reason, seeing her with the flowers reminded him of the one reason most people visit cemeteries; to visit loved ones that had passed on. It’d be a touch insensitive, even for him, to ruin her visit by rushing over and feeding from in the shadow of a mausoleum.

When she looked up at him, he caught sight of just how pure, sky blue her eyes were and he was immediately drawn in. He couldn’t kill her tonight, not with eyes like those. Maybe, just maybe, he’d be able to take her back to his apartment or follow her back to hers. Maybe he could keep her around for a few days. When she squatted down at the grave, he took one last drag of his cigarette, snuffed it out on the bottom of his shoe, and silently walked over to her. His shoes made not a crunch or crackle on the freshly shorn grass of the graveyard. Gerard paused right behind her, hazel eyes focused on her back for a moment.

“How’d she go, if you don’t mind me asking,” he spoke finally, voice low and slightly nasally, the words seemingly only coming from one side of his mouth.