Red Darkness

Chapter One.

Gerard Way walked down the corridor, snarling like a rabid pitbull. He sneered as a blond haired cheerleader got in his way. He roughly pushed her to the floor, laughing as she yelled out.

He hated humans with a passion, and he would gladly snap their necks. He was born a vampire, and he only hung about with others like himself. Even the humans that had been turned weren't good enough.

He, like most purebreds, had been brought up to think like that. Humans were just cattle to be either eaten or turned into a play thing.

A turned human is known as a toy, and even if they won favour with their vampiric master or mistress it never lasted long. Toy’s were there for a vampire to use in anyway they wanted and unless the brain was destroyed they would heal.

Gerard smiled to himself as he thought how much fun it was to play with a toy. To take his aggression out on something that he could hurt for hours with out dying on him. To cut them up like a slab of meat on a butchers block; that was what he called an afternoon of entertainment.

He knew purebreds who had fucked humans, but the very thought made him want to vomit. He looked back at the girl he had pushed down a few moments ago and shuddered at the idea. Her blond hair was all bouncing curls, and what was it with the fake orange tan? Not that he ever liked girls, but he could see the beauty in his own species.

He hated tanned skin like most vampires, and snow white skin was a mark of great beauty to a vampire, this was due to the fact maybe a vampire got paler when sexily aroused.

He leaned back against a locker as he mind drifted. He saw some tasty dark haired boy underneath him. He had seen the boy before. He remembered seeing him at the mall.

Gerard had only seen him once, but he knew he was the sweetest piece of meat he had ever seen. He knew the boy was a fertile, and Gerard loved fertiles. He loved there submissive eyes, and the boy he saw looked oh so very submissive. Gerard knew from that moment he wanted the boy as his own. He wanted him in his bed.

He wanted to be inside the boy and pound him into the mattress until the fertile would almost be crying with the pleasure of it. He just wished he knew who the boy was, that unlike any other fertile was now haunting his dreams.
*

Frank Iero walked nervously through the gates of his new school, his head down as he tried to avoid eye contact with any of the other students. He was small and in his other school he was bullied without mercy.

His big bear of a foster farther, Terry, found it all amusing. Terry had always said how Frank needed the sissy beaten right out of him, and Frank knew he had even encouraged the jocks at his other school to beat the shit out of him with out mercy.

He hated Terry as much as he lived in fear of him. A week didn’t go by that Terry didn’t go out drinking and, in his drunk state, would come home to take it out on Frank.

Terry would always start off on how his really parents had left him in the middle of no where. Maybe for a pack of wolfs to find or just to starve, not for his wife to find and take him in.

He would talk about how ashamed his real farther must be to have sired some freak like him. Terry would always laugh at this bit and say if he had farthered something as wimpy as him, he would rather see him tied in a sack and thrown into the river.

This was why Frank saw no reason why this school would be any different. Over the years his farther had made feel worthless. To top it all off he had heard there were vampires at this school, and that scared him shitless.

At least, at his other school, they couldn't kill him ,but he had heard that was what happened if you got on the wrong side of a vampire. A vampire was cold, sadistic, and heartless. A vampire wanted to put there victim through as much pain as possible.
His mind wondered back to Saturday when he went to the mall with his foster parents, and he had saw a vampire just staring at him. He couldn’t help but keep looking back at him. He couldn’t help but think of the vampire's midnight hair that fell onto his shoulders, or the way the vampire stood cockily leaning back against a wall as what Frank assumed to the vampire’s friends almost fawned around him.

Frank couldn’t explain the feelings he had at the moment. Yes, he was scared. Of course he was scared. Who wouldn’t be when a vampire was staring at them so intently? But at the same time he wanted to be closer to him. He shook his head trying to forget about the vampire as he took his first step into his new school.

Chapter Two

Mikey Way smiled to himself as he walked down the school corridor to his locker.He barely noticed how the other students scrambled to get out of the way of him. He was used to it, used to the way people were more then a little scared around him.

He knew if he was human he would probably be bullied for his bookish ways and slightly nerdish looks. He wasn’t human though. He was a fertile vampire, and no one in there right mind messed with a vampire.

Mikey always remembered a time when some new kid started, some jumped up jock, who didn’t know he was a vampire. In fact it was hard to tell a fertile from a human. They didn’t have fangs, and Mikey knew, to those who were not in the know, he looked slightly ill to humans.

Mikey had been watching the jock earlier. He had been showing off, trying to be the big man on campus and pushing some kid about, but he had thought nothing of it until lunch break when Mikey walked into the canteen.
As always he was pretty much in his own world, and just day dreaming when he bumped into said jock. He had looked up, pushing his glasses up his nose, and despite Mikey being a vampire, said he was sorry. The jock had turned on him then.

Like most fertiles, Mikey was useless at fighting. The true fear to any human was the vampire doms who it seemed to be programmed into them to protect fertiles.

Mikey was aware that the whole canteen had gone deathly quiet as soon as the jock had grabbed him by the shirt and yelled in his face about him being a “Fucking shit!”

Mikey had looked at him, stunned, because no one had ever talked to him like that, and he was beyond shocked when the jocks fist connected with his face, sending Mikey to the floor.

“God he just hit a vampire.” Someone choked out, and Mikey took satisfaction by the way the jock’s face changed from a look of triumph to one of fear, and the look of fear went beyond that as his legs were suddenly kicked from under him.

“You dare lay a finger on my brother?” Gerard spat, putting a booted foot against the jock’s throat and pressing down slightly until the jock started to choke slightly.

“Fuck! He hit Mikey.” Bob swore, pushing through the crowd that had gathered round the scene. Mikey could see Bob was as furious as hell. Bob had always been almost as protective of Mikey as Gerard was.

“Yes he hit Mikey. What do we do to scum who hurt Mikey, Bob?”

“Why Gerard we make them pay don’t we?” Bob grinned sadistically, taking great delight in how the jock was almost crying.

“Yes we make them pay” Gerard said, looking at the crowd before he met eyes with Bob‘s fertile lover.

“Ryan, honey, take Mikey to the nurse get him cleaned up while me and Bob take care of this trash.”

Chapater Three

Frank sighed as he pushed his way through the herd of students. Few looked at him, but he tried his hardest not to meet anyone’s eyes. Most of the students towered over his petite frame. When he finally made it to the principle’s office, he pretty much wanted to just run away. He knocked at the door and sighed as he heard a loud voice telling him to enter.

“You must be Frank Iero. Take a seat.” The principle, Mr. Western, said, motioning to a seat. Frank sat down, playing nervously with the cuffs of his denim jacket. He looked up at the middle aged man who was now staring at him intently. He watched as the principal started looking through his file. Mr. Western looked back at him again before flipping back through the pages as if he was looking for something.

Frank sat, biting at his nails, as the principle didn’t look up from the file. Frank knew well enough that the teachers at his old school didn’t like him. He wasn’t sure why. He was, pretty much, a good kid. He had always done his homework on time and was always polite. Yet they seemed to have something against him. He had heard them talking about him being weird and odd. He had even heard one teacher saying how much he gave her the creeps, and that he gave off some weird vibe.

“Frank, do you know who your really parents are?” Mr. Western looked at him from over the rim of his glasses. Frank couldn’t help but notice that he looked a little uneasy.

“No sir.” Frank said, frowning. No one had ever asked him such a question before.

“It says here that at your last school you seemed to be a lot of trouble.”

“I…It wasn’t me. T…the other k…kids didn’t like me, sir.” Frank cursed himself that he was stuttering, and he cursed that damned file. He was surprised when Mr. Western smiled in, if he wasn’t mistaken, a rather kind way.

“Well Frank, let’s make a fresh start of it shall we?”

Frank looked up, shocked, as Mr. Western put his file in the nearest bin.

Mr. Western watched as Frank left the office. He was pretty sure he knew what the boy was. He had been around vampires long enough to know a fertile when he saw one. Hell, Frank was so pale if he wasn’t what he thought he was he could mistake him for being at Death's door, and Mr Western knew it was never a good idea to upset a fertile.

Hell, that was what had happened to the last principal of the school. He had heard how he had been screaming at some fertile, and the fertile had burst into tears.

He knew the story of how the fertile's farther had come into the school, and, well, it had made the last principal's wife a widower.

*
Frank was confused when he left the principal's office. He hadn’t been expecting that sort of reaction. He was used to only meeting disdain and smiled a little, until he turned and bumped into a giant of a jock.

“What the fuck?” The jock turned round looking down at Frank. His eyes looking Frank up and down with disgust.

“I… I’m sorry…” Frank stuttered. The jock started laughing and saw that a few of the jocks lackeys had now gathered round to watch.

“What the fuck is it?” One of the jocks looked at Frank before adding, “You should teach him a lesson Stuart,”

“I think I shall,” Stuart grinned. Frank whimpered as the jocks fist connected with his face. His head snapping back and connecting painfully with the wall behind him.

He slumped to the floor, and for a moment he couldn’t focus. When he did he saw the group had started to gather around him. Stuart stood there cracking his knuckles.

Frank looked fearfully at the group before doing the only thing he could do, and that was to run.

Chapter four

Gerard sat at the back of the class with his brother and Bob. As always, Mikey was busy doing what he was meant to be doing, or at least he seemed to be copying off the black board.

Gerard and Bob, on the other hand, were planning on whom to take down next. Between the doms, there was a list shared among the vampire youths on which humans they wanted or were planning to take down. It had the reason next to their name.

Bob was skimming down it now on his laptop when the class room door swung open and Ryan Ross practically came skipping in, disrupting the teacher mid sentence.

“Excuse me. Are you even in this class?” the teacher said, her hands on her hips as she looked at Ryan sternly.

“I said, are you in this class?” She repeated, making herself looking stern.

“Oh gosh.” Ryan exclaimed with mock shock, his hands going to either side of his face. “I do believe I walked into the wrong lesson.”

“Well, can you leave?”

Gerard heard Bob make a slight growl before looking at the teacher malevolently. The teacher seemed to feel the sudden tension before meeting the feral anger that was directed at her from Bob.

“Ryan stop.” Bob growled.

“Oh, I see. He’s with you. Well of course you can stay.” The teacher said, almost whimpering, looking at Ryan then Bob.

“Oh Bobby, I love it when you side up for me.” Ryan giggled, looking down coyly before looking back to meet Bob’s eyes.

“I always side up for my pretty little bitch. No one tells you what to do apart from me.” Bob smiled, pulling Ryan down onto his lap before they stared making out, which soon turned to Bob biting Ryan.

Ryan was gasping as Bob started biting his throat. It was almost hard enough to draw blood, and god, how Ryan wanted that, even though he was always covered in bite marks since he had started to date Bob.

“God, I want to fuck you so much.” Bob growled in Ryan’s ear.

“You have to catch me first” Ryan grinned before jumping off Bob's knee and running out of the class.
Bob growled slightly before quickly running after Ryan. He was close behind Ryan, and Ryan was teasing him all the way, stopping and almost letting Bob grab him, only to dance out of the way.

“Come on! Can’t the big bad hunter catch his prey?” Ryan taunted.

“Bitch, you either stop now or my belt’s got a meeting with your ass.”

“That’s not encouraging me to stop, now is it?” Ryan laughed before turning to run again.

Frank ran down the corridor, tears streaming down his now bruised face. The happiness he felt from Mr. Western treating him with respect was replaced with the much more common feeling he had of fear.

At the moment, he felt that this school was going to be just the same as the last one he attended. That each day he would be hiding from the bullies who always in the end caught up to him.

He wasn't looking where he was going as he rounded a corner, and ran at full speed into someone sending them both crashing to the floor. He didn’t look up. The blow to the head had made him feel like he wanted to vomit, and the last thing he wanted was to be sick in the school corridor.

Bob growled in anger as someone crashed into Ryan sending them both to the floor. He didn’t look at Frank on the floor and went to help Ryan. He had every intention to seriously do some damage to who ever dared knock his Ryan down. He turned, ready to kick the shit out of someone, but stopped in his tracks when he looked down at the boy he was ready to vent his anger on.

Like all vampires, Bob could tell when he was looking at a fertile, and the dark haired boy sitting on the floor was certainly a fertile. Bob looked down at Frank, a little worried, as he saw that Frank looked more then a little dazed.

“Hey kid, you alright?” Bob said, holding his hand out to help the boy to his feet. He frowned slightly as he saw that Frank was sporting a black eye and split lip.

“Yeah… I'm ok I promise” The boy said, letting Bob help him up before his eyes rolled back, and he fainted in Bob’s arms.

Chapter five

Gerard was walking down the corridor when he saw Bob leaving the nurse’s office. Bob was frowning slightly and this made Gerard wonder what had happened.

“Bob!” He called out, making Bob look up and hurry over. “What were you doing in the nurse’s office?”

“I’ll tell you on the way to lunch,” Bob said.

Gerard listened to the whole story and wondered how none of the vampires at the school knew that there was a new vampire starting.

“Yeah, he just fainted so I took him to the nurse. She said he was probably, concussed,” Bob said as both he and Gerard walked straight to the front of the lunch queue. “Ryan’s with him now.”

Gerard heard himself growl slightly as he wondered who would dare give a fertile a black eye. He knew Bob like most vampire doms would feel the same, because despite there sadistic nature hurting a fertile like that disgusted him.

Ryan smiled kindly as Frank came out of the nurse’s office. Ryan didn’t know the boy, but even though vampires could often be cruel and sadistic they always looked after their own. It was how the vampire nation had grown so strong. No matter what clan or pack you were from, you looked after each other.

“Hey, are you alright?” Ryan said, standing up and looking at Frank.

“Ye…yes, my head h…hurts a bit.” Frank stuttered looking at Ryan and smiling shyly. He was really more shocked that the nurse had sat him down for a hour explaining that he was a vampire. He felt like he should be freaking out or something, yet it sort of came as no great shock to him, as he sat listening to the nurse he thought if someone was writing this, that they couldn’t be bothered to write about how shocked he would be. But he never fitted in with humans and at that moment when he bumped into Ryan and Bob, something inside him recognized them as being like him.

“Come on, lets get something to eat,” Ryan said.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” Frank asked looking at Ryan. He never really had a friend and the ones he did had soon left because they thought him either to be weird or something scared them about him.

“Frankie, Frank, Frank you’re a vampire. I’m a vampire and being a vampy vamp makes you part of one big old family,” Ryan laughed linking arms with Frank and leading him to the canteen.

Ryan frowned as he saw a look of fear cross over Frank’s face then smiled before saying “Frank remember that from now on vampires will never hurt you,”

As they reached the canteen, Frank went to queue up but Ryan laughed slightly pulling Frank to the front of the line with him.

“Remember Frankie, you never have to queue up behind humans. You’re a vampire and you can pretty much do anything you want to,” Ryan said, instantly getting the best food, which was from the back, for him. Another plate was quickly brought for Frank, he looked down shocked at the meal in front of him. It looked delicious and not at all like the slop the humans had on their plate.

Gerard looked up as he saw Ryan walk over with the new kid. He couldn’t help a small growl leaving his throat as he looked the boy up and down. He would know the boy anywhere, he was the same one he had seen in the mall. The same boy he couldn’t stop thinking about.

Frank looked up at the handsome vampire that was sitting with Bob and he looked like a scary mother fucker, but at the same time all Frank wanted was to be close him. It was probably the most intense feeling he had ever had and he could feel the chemistry mounting between them. It felt like he was going to burst into flames.
Gerard watched the boy and wanted nothing more then to drag the boy out of the canteen and throw him down somewhere and to make him his own. He had heard of the feeling of what vampires called the Entwining, his grandmother had spoke of it often, saying she felt it as soon as she met his grandfather. Gerard had often scoffed at it, but now he knew that was what he was feeling, he knew his very soul was joining with the boy’s who stood shyly in front of him.

“I’m Gerard,” He smirked pushing a chair out for Frank. He watched as Frank nervously sat down pushing his dark hair out of his face.

“Umm… I… I’m Frank,”

Chapter Six

After lunch, Gerard walked Frank over to a large building behind the school. Gerard explained it was there for vampires only, and the only humans you were likely to encounter was either on a leash or were there to be someone's lunch.

Frank nodded as he listened to Gerard. He knew part of him should be disgusted by what Gerard was saying, but despite being brought up by humans he had the mind of a vampire. By his genetic makeup, he would see humans as nothing but cattle and at best would look upon them with nothing but disdain.

Frank noticed as they entered the house how opulently it was decorated. There were leather sofas scatted around with brightly decorated cushions, and the stripped oak floors had expensive rugs covering them. There was music blaring from speakers and vampires milling about. Frank found it hard to believe that he belonged in this world; he also noticed how the other vampires treated Gerard. It wasn’t exactly fear, but it was certainly highly respectful.

“So Frank, how did you get the black eye?” Gerard asked as they sat down, his hand tenderly stroking Frank’s fringe away from the bruise.

“T…This morning.” Frank answered, looking down as Gerard stroked his face. “It h…happened this morning.”

“How did it happen?”

“Some lads hit me. I…it was who I was running from w… when I ran into Ryan.” Frank whispered, looking up and meeting the intense blackness of Gerard’s eyes.

“Do you know their names?”

“No… I… I bumped into them, and… they hit me”

“Frank, from now on you’re under my protection. No one lays a hand on you without answering to me, we are Entwined.” Gerard whispered before leaning over and gently biting the lobe of Frank’s ear, making Frank sigh and lean into Gerard’s touch.

“Entwined?”

“Yes. It means that we are soul mates, and from now on everyone will know you belong to me. You’re my mate and that, Frank, makes you as good as a Way. Now if you see those maggots again make sure you tell them I’m coming after them, and I’m going to make them beg for death.”

Frank closed his eyes as Gerard lips met his. His whole body melted in Gerard’s strong arms. Yes, he belonged to Gerard, and as he felt Gerard’s fangs against his lips drawing blood he almost swooned from overwhelming pleasure.

Gerard pulled away and licked Frank’s blood from his lips, savouring the delightful taste. He felt that he had never tasted anything so delicious in his life; he knew he was going to get addicted to the taste of his love.

“Now Frank, I want you to go to your next lesson and make sure the human scum know you’re a fertile vampire, and tell them you’re my lover.”

“Yes Gerard.” Frank smiled sweetly, taking some strange pleasure in knowing that from now on people would fear getting on the wrong side of him.

“Go, before I throw you down and do wicked things to you.” Gerard laughed as Frank stood; before Frank could move he gave his ass a slap, which by the colour that flooded Frank’s cheeks he knew he found it a turn on.

Frank walked into his class a good ten minutes late. He looked up as he heard someone jeering at him. He met the eyes of the very boy that had hit him only this morning. He smiled to himself. Oh he was going to have some fun with this.

“You’re late.” The teacher at the front of the class said.

“I got lost.” Frank shrugged, going to sit down. He found himself feeling rather confident, a feeling he was unfamiliar with but he was quickly growing to like it.

“Ah, the new boy.” The teacher said.

“A boy? Look at him! I wouldn’t call it a boy.” A girl giggled. Frank looked at her and sneered slightly. “Oh Stuart, did you see the look it gave me?”

“Yeah Harding. Give him another punch for that.” Another lad sneered menacingly.

“Settle down now class” The teacher said, looking down at her resister.

"Frank." He smiled as the teacher seemed to be having trouble finding his name.

“Yes Frank. I want you to come up front and tell the class all about yourself.”

Frank sighed and walked up front. Normally his shyness would get the better of him, but he was a vampire so what could they do? Their cruel names meant nothing anymore.

“Well my name’s Frank. I like reading comics…” He started only to hear the girl from earlier shout out “What a fucking nerd.”

“And you look like your brain has been removed and replaced with jelly.” He answered, looking at the girl with disgust, much to the outraged looks of Stuart and his lackeys.

“I’m going to fucking rip your teeth out you, fag.” Stuart snarled.

Frank looked down, hiding the sudden laughter that he nearly burst out in, which Stuart mistook for fear.“Oh is the little fag going to cry?”

“Oh, he might tell his boyfriend if he’s a fag. You got a boyfriend, Faggot Frank?” The girl piped up again. Frank looked back up hiding a smirk from his lips as he met their eyes.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, you could say that.”

“Oh my god he is a fag. Well we beat up little faggots, right lads.” Stuart grinned, cracking his knuckles.

“Can I watch?” The girl laughed, flicking her curling hair over her shoulders.

“Sure Cherry, what’s your boyfriends name fag? It be more fun to beat the shit out of the two of them,”
Frank smiled .He couldn’t help it now, a part of him was enjoying this so much. “My boyfriend’s name is Gerard Way, and as I was going to say I’m a fertile vampire.”

The classroom went completely quiet. The look on Stuart’s face was the best thing he had ever seen. His face had gone deathly pale as he realized what he had done.

“Oh, Stuart, I'll be sure to tell Gerard you’re going to beat him up, he wanted to know your name anyway after he saw I had a black eye. Said something like when he found out who hit me that they would be begging for death, and now I know your name, Stuart Harding.” Frank grinned, going to sit down. He felt slightly guilty that he enjoyed that, but damn.

It was only a few minute after Frank’s little run-in that Ryan came bouncing into the class room.
“Hey Frankie” Ryan smiled, waving slightly effeminately at Frank. Frank smiled, waving back. Ryan came over, sitting in the seat next to Frank, smiling as he looked behind him at the jocks who were still sitting in some sort of shock.

“What’s up with them?” Ryan asked, putting his lap top on the table and opening it.

“Well, after Stuart pointed out that he was going to beat up a little fag like me, I pointed out that I was a fertile male vampire.” Frank grinned, knowing he was taking some perverse pleasure in all this. “I also pointed out that Gerard had said when he found out who gave me a black eye he was going to make them beg for death, and guess who it was Ryan? Yes, it was Stuart.”

Ryan smiled sweetly, turning round and looking at the group behind them, before standing up and walking over.

“Oh dear. Stuart I do hope you’ve written a will, because seeing as my boyfriend is best friends with Gerard, I know he’s mightily pissed that his chosen mate has a black eye. You do know Gerard Way right? Scary mother fucker, collects medieval torture devices and uses them.” Ryan laughed, as if he was having afternoon tea with Stuart and his lackeys. “Yep, you are pretty much fucked Stuart, since Frank is pretty much a Way now and you gave him a concussion. You are fuckey, fuck, fucked.”

Stuart wanted to cry as he listened to Ryan. He knew that when Gerard caught up with him it was over. He had heard rumours about what happened to the jock that who had hit Mikey Way. It was said that when Gerard and Bob had finished with him that he was pretty much nothing more then a stain on the floor.

Gerard had turned torture into an art form. He looked at the boy in front of him and wanted to turn back time. Frank looked so small and sickly, and normally it went through the school like wild fire if a new vampire was starting. He just wanted to have some fun, and taking his aggression out on someone different from him seemed like the perfect idea.

Now he had pretty much signed his own death warrant. There was a vampire law which stated that any human who hurts a fertile, the fertile’s mate could punish the human in what ever way they saw fit, and that included death. If the fertile didn’t have a mate, it fell to any member of the fertile’s family to do the deed, and Stuart knew a vampire’s family could mean nothing more than the gang they hung about with at school.

He looked up as Ryan who had since sat back down before turning back around to look at him, before flipping open his cell phone.

“Stuart, just phoning Gerard. Oh and, Cherry, sweetheart, you're proberly going down too. You’re Stuart’s girlfriend, and us vampires are like that. Sorry honey.”

Chapter Seven

Ryan had barely put his phone down when Gerard came walking calmly through the door, his eyes blazing as he looked at Stuart. It was the only sign he gave that Stuart was in deep shit.

Gerard walked over to Frank and sat on his desk, reaching over to caress Frank’s cheek with the back of his hand. He looked up when he saw that Stuart was making a move to run.

“SIT!” He barked and such was the command in Gerard’s voice that Stuart did it instantly.

“Now my love, who was it that hit you?”

“It was Stuart Harding.” Frank answered watching as Gerard’s eyes darkened until no white was showing, only black. His breath quickened as the beast took over Gerard, he felt butterflies in his stomach which caressed his insides erotically.

Gerard stood and walked over to Stuart, the pure power of the aura of Gerard’s inner beast oppressing the room with dark rage. The humans were cowering in fear but Frank felt on the verge of orgasm.

Frank looked over at Ryan who was biting his lip and his eyes were half closed, before looking back at Gerard who pulled his fist back and hit Stuart, knocking him out.

“Love, do you want to watch this scum in agony?” Gerard turned, looking at Frank. Frank’s mouth opened slightly before he nodded that yes, he wanted to see it.

“Come here.” Gerard demanded and Frank did as he was told before he was pulled into Gerard’s arms. He moaned as Gerard roughly pulled Frank’s head back by his hair before Gerard’s tongue plunged into his open mouth. It wasn’t at all like the kiss in the vampire house, this kiss dominated Frank completely, he could do nothing but cling onto his mate, he could feel Gerard’s hardness grinding against him, then Gerard pulled away. Frank fell against him fighting to catch his breath.

“You will get what’s coming to you later, my love, but first it’s time to take care of Stuart.”

Stuart was roughly tied up and man-handled into the back of a van, his mouth covered with duct tape. He was beginning to come round and Frank could see the pure panic in his eyes. Something about it excited Frank that Stuart was going to pay for what he had done to him.

He looked over at Gerard who was making sure the ropes were tight and digging in painfully on Stuart’s wrists. Frank blushed as Gerard looked back at him and ran his tongue over his fangs.

Frank remembered what they felt like against his lips and he wondered what it would be like to properly be bitten. To feel those razor sharp fangs deep in his throat, to feel Gerard drinking from him… the thought of it made the butterflies come back. He snapped out of it when the back of the van’s doors slammed shut.

Gerard walked over to him and took him in his arms again, his masterful hands squeezing his buttocks.

“You were so turned on back there, weren‘t you?” Gerard growled, his hands going under Frank’s t-shirt.

“Yes…” Frank sighed as he felt Gerard’s nails drag down his back.

“It’s the rage, any fertile caught in the aura will get aroused, but for a fertile to feel it from their mate, it’s a hundred times stronger, and for an Entwined couple… well, I think you swooned for a few moments.” Gerard whispered, then his fangs were at Frank’s throat and he bit deep.

Franks head fell back, wanting more. It felt like heaven and at that moment he wanted nothing more then for Gerard to take him up against the van. He moaned as Gerard pulled away, briefly kissing his lips.

“It’s said that you can tell how a vampire makes love by how he kills his prey. That maggot, my sweet, will take hours, maybe days to die. And as for you, my love, I will build up the pleasure slowly, after that disgusting maggot goes through hell I will spend all day and night on you, making the pleasure reach higher peaks.”

Gerard rasped, licking the blood away from Frank’s throat before opening the door and helping him into the van

Chapter Eight

Ryan watched as Gerard dragged Stuart out of the class, Frank following close behind him.

“Ryan please, we didn’t know, please.” Cherry was sobbing now, and Ryan thought even if he wanted to stop this, which he didn’t, what did she expect him to do.

“Cherry honey shut the fuck up.” He said a cold light entering his eye’s standing and walking out the classroom. Cherry was close behind him pleading with him but Ryan just carried on walking, when in her desperation she grabbed him and spun him round.

“What the fuck? Get off me bitch.” Ryan swore looking up as the other jocks came out the class, he sneered slightly pushing Cherry off him going to walk off, when one of the jocks grabbed him and pushed him against a wall.

“What the hell? Are you stupid or something.” Ryan spat as he tried to push the jock off of him but he was a big fucker.

“Now Ryan you’re going to tell your clan to lay off us right.” The jock said grabbing his hair.

“What? Get off me.” Ryan sneered then screamed as the jock twisted his arm behind his back, “Ow you hurting me, get off.”

“Darren what the fuck, get off him.” O ne of the other jocks said in a panic, watching as Ryan struggled against him.

“Well the way I see it we safe as long as we got Ryan.” Darren said twisting Ryan’s arm a little more as the fertile nearly pulled free.

“Darren fuck we can’t kidnap a fertile.”

“Yes we can.” Darren sneered. Ryan whimpered thinking Darren was going to break his arm at any minute. True he would heal a lot quicker then a human but it was hurting, then all of a sudden Darren was pulled off him and thrown against the opposite wall. He turned round, and he could feel the rage coming from Bob.

He turned round to scream’s as his lover lay into the group. His killing tactic different to how Gerard would kill his victims. Gerard would favour killing his prey slow but as Bob demonstrated he preferred to totally rip his victims apart.

Ryan watched wide eyed as blood splattered the walls and heard bone’s braking. It took less then ten minutes but in that times limbs had been ripped from bodies and they was all dead.

“God, you killed them all.” Ryan gasped a little shocked meeting Bob’s now black eyes biting his lip as his brown eyes met his lover’s.

“It would seem like it.” Bob growled his voice sounding more like that of a wild animal.

“Bob?”

“Yeah.”

“Please fuck me.”

Bob growled before turning to Ryan and half lifting him, half dragging him into the old school gym.

Ryan gasped as Bob throw him down onto a pile of gym mats. He eyes closing as Bob ripped his t shit off to get to his pale flesh.

“Oh and now I think you should pay for running from me,” Bob growled lifting Ryan’s legs over his shoulders and ramming into him dry.

“Oh, Bob… Fuck… Bob.” Ryan was moaning as Bob rammed in and out off him roughly his hands pinned to the mat by Bob’s strong hands.

Ryan had lost count of the amount of times he had came but when Bob lowered his head and bit into his exposed belly he came for the last time. For a moment he swooned under Bob, only coming round when he felt Bob coming deep inside him.

He lay there limply, as Bob picked up their clothes. There was a part of Bob that wanted to cuddle with Ryan but seeing as they were in the school gym, someone sooner or later would come in.

Bob grinned as he picked up Ryan’s t-shirt. He had pretty much ripped it to bits so he picked up his own hoodie and threw it at Ryan.

“Sorry babe, but you're going to have to wear that, your t-shirt is fucked.” Bob grinned, watching Ryan pull the hoodie on. He liked to see Ryan wearing his clothes, Bob loved the way they swamped Ryan’s petite frame.

Chapter Nine

Frank sat in the van. He could hear Stuart’s muffled screams. Frank looked behind him to see his past tormenter struggling against the ropes.

Gerard look behind him, sneering slightly, before reaching into his glove compartment and pulling something out. Frank was a little shocked to see that he had an electric taser. He watched as Gerard shocked Stuart with it, making the jock scream and spasm. His whole body jerking against the tight ropes.

“Now shut the fuck up maggot.” Gerard spat. “Fuck, I don’t want to be listening to that scum… Frankie, honey do up your seat-belt.”

Frank instantly did as he was told, and sighed as he felt Gerard’s hand go to his thigh, squeezing slightly.

“You’re such a good boy.” Gerard smiled reaching over and kissing Frank before pulling the van out of the school’s car parking lot.

It didn’t take long for the van to pull up outside an imposing looking house. Frank looked up at the three stories as Gerard walked around van, opening the door to let Frank out.

Frank felt slightly dizzy when Gerard helped him down. His head had started hurting again, and he let himself slump in Gerard’s waiting arms.

“Are you alright, baby?” Gerard asked, wrapping his arms around Frank’s smaller frame.

“My head ” Frank sighed, resting his head against his mate's broad shoulder.

“I think your probably still slightly concussed. I know you think you shouldn’t sleep but your not human. You’re a vampire. Sleep will help you heal, ” Gerard said, his dark eyes full of concern as he looked down at Frank, lifting him and carrying him into the house.

Frank closed his eyes as he was carried up the stairs to Gerard’s bedroom and laid down onto a king sized, four poster, bed. He felt his eye’s closing as Gerard kissed his forehead, tenderly stoking his face.

"Now sleep, my love.” Gerard smiled, gently and lovingly stoking Frank’s hair out of his pale face.

Frank suddenly sat up, looking slightly panicked. “Gerard, I need to go home. Terry, my foster dad will be going crazy. He hates me being late home…”

“Frankie, they have already been informed that your not going back there. Your home is here now. Someone is already over there collecting your belongings. A vampire shouldn’t be living with humans, and besides, a fertile’s place is with his mate.” Gerard said, carefully pushing Frank back before covering him with a blanket. “Now, my love, I have a little business to take care of. Don’t worry. I will save the main show for you.”

Gerard eyes darkened as he opened the back of the van, looking down sadisticall y at Stuart. He roughly ripped the tape away from Stuart’s mouth, sneering as Stuart started sobbing.

“Oh shut up, scum. Do you think your tears will effect me in any way? Did you stop when you made my Frankie cry? No! You fucking didn‘t. You laughed and taunted him,”

“We didn’t know, honest! We wouldn’t have touched him if we knew he was a fertile.” Stuart cried, his eyes pleading with Gerard for forgiveness.

“Well that makes it better does it? You gave my mate a concussion, and you expect just because you didn’t know that I would let you go. Oh Stuart, I’m Gerard Way, also commonly known as The Psycho Goth. You know what I’m going to do to you? I’m going to make you into a pain slave. Oh I have eternity to find out what makes you scream.”

Stuart looked at Gerard, his eyes wide with fear. He hated looking into a vampire’s eyes when they had turned black. They looked so soulless, and for a human, it meant nothing but pain.

He couldn’t understand how a fertile could look into a dom's eyes when they were like that, but then in Stuart’s mind fertiles were weird creatures.

“Gerard, please!” Stuart sobbed, earning himself a punch to the side of the head.

“Don’t you even dare use my name maggot. Humans are beneath me and my kind, understand?” Gerard spat, slapping Stuart again. Hell even the teachers at the school mostly called him Sir, apart from Gabe who was a vampire and taught advanced torture.

“I’m sorry,” Stuart sobbed harder, the ropes around his legs were untied, and Gerard demanded that he march into the house.

Stuart whimpered as he was almost pushed down the concrete stairs into the large cellar. His eyes grew wide with fear as he looked around. Chains hung from the blood splattered walls, and bones stripped of flesh were piled in a corner.

Gerard smirked as Stuart froze with terror. He loved it when his victims realised their fate.

“You’re right to be terrified. It’s the place where so many humans meet a painful demise,” Gerard said, having to drag Stuart over to a tiny cage and forcing his body into it. “You have a while to think upon you’re fate, after all it was Frankie that you wronged, and it’s only polite that he should witness your pain,”

Chapter Ten

Gerard smiled as he entered his bedroom a few hours later to the sight of Frank sleeping in his bed. He had to admit, he had never seen a more beautiful sight.

He loved the way Frank’s pale limbs were making a stark contrast with the black and burgundy sheets that covered the wrought iron bed. He sat on the bed, just watching his mate sleeping, before reaching out and softly brushing Frank’s long black fringe away from his face.

“Gerard…” Frank sighed as he opened his eyes, looking up into Gerard’s black eyes. He found it hard to believe that he was now the mate to this handsome vampire.

Gerard knelt astride Frank and smiled down at him. He wanted nothing more than to take Frank now, and he knew that once he was inside Frank he would be Entwined completely to him. Their souls would be joined for ever, and god, how he wanted that.

He had heard how humans thought that vampires could feel nothing but hate, but that was completely untrue. When a vampire fell in love it was all consuming, a passion that couldn’t be deigned, and Gerard was feeling it now.

He had promised himself he would take Frank after he had punished Stuart, but as he looked down at his mate he was finding it hard to keep that promise. Frank was lying there so passively, his large hazel eyes looking up at Gerard with such desire.

He half growled as Frank lifted a hand to stroke Gerard’s face. He took his mate’s hand in his own before kissing the palm, and he sank his fangs into Frank’s wrist.

Frank gasped as he felt Gerard’s fangs sink into his wrist and his eyes rolled back in pleasure. He would never have dreamt that being bitten could feel like this. The way Gerard’s fangs were plunged into his flesh. He felt like he belonged to his lover completely.

Gerard decided he couldn’t keep his promise to not take Frank right now, now that the taste of his blood ran over his tongue.

“Frankie, get undressed for me.” Gerard rasped, getting off Frank to lean back against the mass of pillows on his bed.

Frank nodded, getting off the bed and going to pull his t-shirt off before Gerard stopped him.

“No baby, I want you to do it slowly. Strip for me.” Gerard grinned, reaching for a remote and pressing a button, and instantly music was filling the room. “Dance for me.”

Frank looked down shyly before looking back up at his mate. Gerard was looking at him with such desire. He had never felt sexy in his whole life, but now with Gerard looking at him that way, well, he felt like the most beautiful being ever.

He started dancing, moving his hips to the drum beat. He looked up at Gerard, whose eyes were slowly changing colour again.

Frank soon learned that a vampire also felt somethi ng like The Rage when they got turned on. The dark aura was filling the room and, god, Frank felt so aroused as it surrounded him.

He moaned wantonly, his shyness soon forgotten as he danced. His hips grinding as he removed his clothes revealing his pale skin. Before the song had finished Gerard was behind him.

Frank’s eyes closed as Gerard danced behind him, grinding his hard cock against Frank's naked behind. He moaned as Gerard’s hands roamed over his naked chest, gasping as Gerard pulled roughly at his nipples.

“Have you any idea what you do to me, my love?” Gerard growled as the beast took over him. “Get on the bed, pretty.”

Gerard watched as Frank did as he was told, “Get on all fours Frankie.” He growled as he saw Frank's pale behind. He walked up and slapped the pale flesh leaving a red hand mark.

“Gerard…” Frank gasped, as he felt the stinging slap, but oh, he wanted it so much. He was aware that the beast in Gerard was about to dominate him completely.

“What, Frankie?” Gerard rasped, giving Frank's buttocks a couple more slaps.

“Gerard, I’m still a virgin.” Frank moaned, but his legs were already parting wider. He wanted this more then anything. He wanted Gerard to take him until he could think of nothing but Gerard pounding into him.

“Well, my little Frankie, lets fuck the virgin right out o f you.”

Frank moaned as Gerard started kissing, licking and biting down his back. Gerard worked himself down until he reached his backside.

“Oh…” Frank gasped as he felt his mates fangs sink into his ass.

“You taste so sweet.” Gerard growled, licking the blood from his lips before coating his fingers in the red liquid. He pushed two digits into Frank.

He loved the way Frank was making little gasps and moans. He started scissoring his fingers, opening Frank up for something much bigger. He was finding it hard to hold back, and he felt that his cock had never been this hard in his life.

“Gerard please… make me yours… please.” Frank begged, rocking his hips back against Gerard’s hand.
Gerard grinned as Frank became completely undone. He coated his large cock in Frank's blood before pushing into him, making his mate scream. He grabbed onto Frank's hips, pulling him back before he started pounding into him.

Gerard had never felt anything like he did now. The beast had taken over him completely, and he was fucking Frank without mercy. He could hear Frank chanting his name as he was ridden hard.

Frank fell forward as Gerard started slamming into him. His hands gripping the sheets, part of him was thinking that this should be hurting, but all he felt was a overwhelming pleasure. He screamed as he felt Gerard come deep inside him, and the intimacy of feel of Gerard’s seed in him had him coming as well.

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Franking opened his eyes. Gerard was spooned up behind him, his strong arm thrown over Frank’s waist. He purred as Gerard pulled him closer. He felt so protected, and he knew that from now on no one would be able to hurt him without feeling his mates wrath.

“You awake baby.” Gerard said from behind, and Frank turned in his arms smiling sweetly.

“Yeah…” He answered before they shared a slow passionate kiss, sighing as Gerard fanged teeth dragged against his plump lips.

“You know we better go down and see how Stuart is holding out. It can’t be at all pleasant for him being coped up in a cage.” Gerard laughed wickedly.

Chapter 11

Frank looked at Stuart after Gerard took him down to the basement. He was in a tiny cage, unable to move. The bars pressing against Stuarts cramped body.

Gerard had placed a dog bowl on the floor it was full of some disgusting-looking slop. Frank bit his lip as his mate dragged Stuart out by his hair towards the bowl.

“Now eat, scum, and don’t use your hands.” Gerard barked before looking back at Frank. “I don’t want him to die for a while yet. I made him into a pain-slave.”

Frank watched as Gerard put an iron collar around Stuart’s throat. He knew what it meant, he had seen humans wearing similar collars before. They were worse off than an ill-treated dog. Frank always remembered once seeing a pitiful looking human with the collar on. He was chained to some railings and his clothes were rags. Frank had learned that he was a criminal and the vampire that owned him had brought him from the pound.

He was on a school trip, and as the vampire dragged him up he was slapping him into submission. His class mates had looked on in a mix of horror and fear, but Frank had felt a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was pretty much the first time he had seen a vampire in the flesh, and seeing such cruelty did the same to him as a cheer leader in a push up bra did for the football team.

Some of his class mates had seen him staring at the scene in a way that they found weird. They must of have known how Frank felt, because surely they would have seen how he was blushing. Frank hadn’t understood his feelings at the time, and hadn’t told anyone about what he had felt when he saw the human being punished in such a callous manner.

Now he understood. It was perfectly normal for a fertile to find such things arousing. Vampire fertiles nearly always looked for sadism in a mate, and it was classed has perverse if a fertile didn’t find such things arousing.

Frank snapped back to the present when he heard Stuart whimper, Gerard had tightened the collar enough to slightly choke Stuart but not enough to put him in any danger of passing out.

“Frankie, what do you say to us taking Stuart school with us?” Gerard grinned, putting his booted foot on the back of Stuart’s neck and holding his head down.

“It’s up to you, Gerard.” Frank answered, knowing that since he had become Gerard’s mate all decisions would be Gerard’s to make. Frank didn’t mind that, in fact he liked it.

“Yes, he will be totally humiliated to be dragged around like an animal.” Gerard grinned, going over to Frank and wrapping his arms around Frank’s waist. “You will enjoy watching me use the maggot as a punching bag, won’t you?”

Frank looked down submissively but nodded his head that, yes, he would enjoy watching. He sighed as Gerard lifted his face and kissed him deeply, before turning back to Stuart.

“From now on your name is no longer Stuart, it’s Maggot. When I ask you to do something, no matter how disgusting or humiliating you find it, you will do it, understand?” Gerard barked.

“Yes…” Stuart cowered , but his answer earned him a slap.

“It’s yes master.” Gerard growled, “You call me anything else and you will be punished. You do not talk unless you are talked to, understand?”

“Yes Master.”

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Mikey sat in the vampire house reading when his brother came in dragging some human in on a leash.

Mikey had already heard what had happened the day before from Ryan- that his brother had found a mate, who didn’t know he was a fertile until yesterday.

“Ahh Mikey, meet Frank, Frankie this is my younger brother Mikey.” Gerard smiled. Mikey smiled reaching out to shake Frank’s hand shyly.

“Hi.” Frank whispered , sitting down. He still felt a little nervous meeting new people, but Mikey smiled warmly at him putting him at ease.

“I was going to come round to Gerard’s to meet you, being I’m still living with our parents, and mom said that maybe it would be better to invite you both round for dinner.” Mikey grinned before turning to Gerard. “Gerard , mom wants you both round to dinner ok.”

Gerard, who had tied Stuart’s leash to one of the old fashioned radiators as if it was the most normal thing in the world, turned back.

“Yeah, sure, tell him we will be round about six.” Gerard said, sitting down and putting his arm around Frank.

Frank couldn’t help but noticed that the other vampires in the house didn’t even look at Stuart. It seemed to be a perfectly normal thing to witness.

“Yeah, our mom Dru is a fertile too. Gerard doesn’t live at home because dad was so proud of him when he passed advanced torture with the highest marks the school had ever seen, he bought him a house. His marks were in the top three in the whole country.” Mikey said.

“Dad wants me to be a Dominator like him, and I got to admit, punishing the scum in the pounds sounds like a pretty good job.”