Dead Boy

Frank cried out as he stumbled and fell, his hands began to burn and as he flipped them over he found them scraped and bloody, like his mouth that dripped onto his white dress shirt. The rain was pelting him relentlessly, and he thought of jumping into the lake he had just dumped the body into. He stood up stumbling from his high, and took off running towards his home and as he burst through the door he stumbled again catching himself on the doorway and stumbled again holding himself up with the coat rack next to the door. He cryed out as he fell onto the floor, he gave up and drug himself to the door of his room he pulled himself onto the bed and fell into a drunken stupor. ~ The sun was blinding as it streamed into his room and he blinked pulling himself out of his hangover trance and cringed as he looked into the light, his head felt like a jack hammer had taken up in his brain. He moaned and turned over as a knock came from the doorway and his dad yelled "get the hell up you're going to be late for school!" "Shit" he jumped up regretting his sudden movement as it sent spikes of pain through his head."I'm up!" He yelled cringing again at the pain lacing his brain. "Just hurry up" Frank ran a hand over his hair and the nights events came rushing back as the cuts on his hands opened again, he sucked up the pain and ran into the bathroom turning the water on as he opened the medicine cabinet taking the migrane pills out, he popped two and downed a glass of water. He stripped his clothes off looking away from the blood stained shirt and throwing it into the hamper he stepped into the warm water and let the blood crusted on his face and hands wash away he was filled with remorse as he remembered the boy. He had decided it was time again his addiction was growing and he wanted it more and more, he wasnt a vampire, he didn't need the blood to survive he just wanted it it was like cigarettes or alcohol, they had the same effect on him. He just wanted the blood craved it, it was his drug, the only thing he wanted and last night he had wanted it bad, he'd snuck out and gone to a concert in Newark. At the concert he'd met a boy, the sweetest boy, a boy who'd offered to take him out to meet his brother and have coffee. He was going to go with him, really he was but as they left the concert and went back into Belleville they entered an empty street and it had been long, oh so long, since the sweet blood had run down his throat, since he'd felt...........the familar burn. The boy had spoken temidly to him talking of silly things like comic books and sci-fi movies. Quite frankly he was burning for his blood for the arousal that came for everything and as they walked past the dark ally he couldn't hold it, he pushed the boy up against the wall dragging him into the ally and crushing his lips to his, the boy had cried out and clawed the wall behind him before giving in and then pulling away while saying 'you should at least know my name, its Mikey' he had been so overwhelmed with his lust he only spit a single word 'Frank'before crushing his lips to mikeys again. And just as Mikey reached to pull open his shirt he felt his lust grow a thousand times more, making him ache and he pulled away from the kiss and looked into his eyes before slamming mikeys head against the wall making him pass out and he began to cry knowing what he was doing was wrong. He told himself this was okay he was a boy no one would miss, and he bit down drinking deeply as the rain began to fall, the perfect serenade to the end of his night. Frank thought again of the boy Mikey and shivered as the water ran cold against his skin, he'd spent to much time thinking and had lost his chance at a hot shower. He stepped out pulling the towel around his waist he looked into the mirror and recoiled at the monster staring back at him from the thin plate of glass. He walked into his room from the conjoining bathroom and pulled on boxers pants and a black button up shirt his tie from last night was gone and he sighed thinking of where it could possibly be and gave up settling for a red tie. Frank pulled on his shoes running his hand over his mostly shaved head before running out the door glancing at his wrist watch to see he had 5 minutes to get to his first period class.

No More Happy Face-

He was a dead boy, he had been a half hour late and decided to skip rather than be persecuted for losing half of Mr.johns English class, he'd walked out and found a spot in the vacant band room to sit and play some of the old guitars, he had only wanted solitude. Who would he happen to meet though? Only the boy he'd been crushing on since he was 10 of course he wouldn't know that, Gerard way was sitting in a corner of the room hunched over a drawing pad and scribbling furiously. And it brought him to where he was now staring awestruck at the beautiful boy in the corner, he didn't say anything for fear he'd leave and he wouldn't get to just see him. "I heard you walk in...." His voice was like silk that ran through his hands leaving him wanting more and aching. "I, uh, I mean uhhhhhhh, I'll leave..." He felt like a fool as he pulled his back pack over his shoulder and went to head out the door when gerard called out to him "Wait...... Don't go, I'm just, not in the greatest mood, sorry." Frank walked back and sat down but Gerard beckoned him closer to his corner so he followed his gestures taking a seat next to him. There on the page was a picture of the boy, Mikey........... "Who uh is that?" He asked nervously wondering his relation to him, god what had he done. "My brother mikey, I'm just worried he didn't come home from the concert he went to last night and its not like him to be gone this long." He frowned into his paper as he flipped it shut and looked at him expectantly, "and what about you, what's your reason for skipping?" "I uh had a uh Uhhhhm long night last night" he truer his best to keep uh out of his vocabulary but he was so nervous talking to this boy. His brother it had to be his brother didn't it, he mentally sent a Fuck you to the world as he kept his eyes trained on his hands that sudenly felt awkward in his lap. "Yeah" gerard frowned again "I was waiting up for Mikey and I don't sleep last night either" He couldn't take it the quilt was getting to him. "I uh have to go" he stuttered out before standing up and running out the door and down the hallway, running into the principle and earning a detention slip. You're a dead boy-

He wasn't mad about getting detention it was better than going home to an empty house. Though it wasn't long before he regretted his thoughts as he entered the dingy room to find It filled with the aura of none other than the one and only Gerard. "Shit" he murmured. He took a seat at the opposite side of the room and put his headphones in turning the music up as loud as possible. Trying to ignore the brillant glow that seemed to be radiating from gerard, the room only had 7 people total a very depressed angry looking janitor who served as the warden, a girl with yellow hair and layers of bright cloathing who was staring at him three boys sat together discussing who was hotter Megan fox or jenifer lopez and of course him and gerard. His presence was overwhelming and when he stood up to sit next to him he pretended not to notice and stared into his note book, unaware of what he was doing, as he focused on his paper he noticed he had drawn a head with gerards hair on it. He scribbled it out furiously and blushed as he noticed gerard had seen it, and again he'd remembered he had just killed his brother he shouldn't be blushing, he shouldn't feel like this, he just should not. Gerard tapped on his shoulder and he grimaced as he was forced to remove his head phones and turn to gerard. "You play?" He asked as he gestured to the papers sticking out at odd angles with guitar rifs scrawled on them. "Uh yeah, you?" He just laughed and shook his head. Gerard managed to coax him into talking longer until they were finally released and he was so filled with self hatred he ran home and slammed the door taking a razor out from under his bed. He hesitated, the blade poised over his wrist, it had been almost two years now since his mother had walked out on him and he'd felt the urge to cut. He didn't want to, but he would if it ment something other than what he was feeling now, he was just about to draw a line of crimson when a knock sounded on the front door, he stopped deciding it was fate telling him not to and as he walked to open the door he was shocked to find gerard on his door step who looked just as shocked to see him as he was him and Frank went stupid and just stood there looking at him and finally gerard spoke "Uhm yeah i told you about my brother, if you see him could you give me a call" "Yeah Uhm sorry about your brother uh, see you tomorrow....." He trailed off as gerard nodded and turned to walk away. Frank closed the door and leaned against it sliding down and holding his head in his hands, "God what the hell have I done now" he slammed his head into the door and stood up. He entered his room and sat on the bed looking at the razor he'd thrown onto the night stand, he picked it up and this time didn't hesitate to draw it across his wrist and smiled a smile of pain and extasy as his blood made a small red line across his wrist. got what I came for-

His wrist was laced with cuts going every direction, he had a rule to only cut the left his only explanation was it was harder to hide two wrists than one. He kept his wrist covered up never showed anyone never told anyone and no one ever saw because no one ever came within a two mile radius of him. He was crying as he went into the conjoining batchroom letting cold water run over his throbbing wrist, he let the blood run down his arm almost transparent with water and watched as it spiraled around the sink before making its way down the drain. He reached as high as he could barely reaching the top of his medicine cabinet he layed the razor on top hoping he could leave it there, as he made back to his room after wraping it in gauze he heard the door slam open and he cringed as fear filled him, his father was home. "Frank! You little bastard get your fucking ugly ass in here I told you to clean this god damn house!" He yelled at the top oh his lungs slurring his words obviously intoxicated. Frank knew better than to awnsers or go in there, he climbed under his bed hoping, praying, he wouldn't come in. 'Please he pleaded please please let me just this once make it stop', but he knew for him it would never stop, as the door slammed open he crawled under farther glad for one he was so small. "Frankie get the fuck out from under there now you little shit" he stumbled in knocking over a stand covered in books. He dropped the bottle and Frank looked to see what his choice had been tonight and a bottle of vodka lay empty and smashed on his floor. A hand reached under grabbing him by the wrist he'd just wrapped up he let out a cry as he was drug out from under his bed. "No! Please dad don't please please" he pleaded crying as he layed on the floor, his father jerked him up to stand in front of him. "Stop being such a pansy, you fucking idiot" and he pulled his hand back into a fist, Frank saw it but was to late to recoil as the fist connected with his jaw. He fell to his knees clutching his jaw crying louder as his father snarled and kicked him in the stomache, he fell again laying on the floor and curling into a ball.and making himself as small as possible. "God you're a worthless piece of shit just like your mother was" he kicked him again and stumbled out the door again and out into the living room. Frank just layed there crying, dreading the day he had ahead of him tomorrow. No more Talking-

The alarm screamed making his ears hurt, he'd set it early so he could be gone fore his dad got up, at the moment he didn't want to be anywhere near him. So as he stood up he looked at his wrist to find some of the blood had soaked through turning the gauze red in places it gave it a rusty look, he peeled the gauze away wincing as it pulled at places where the blood had stuck to it. He stepped into the shower and washed away the cacked on blood from his wrist and the blood on his jaw from where his dad had punched him. He felt the bruise on his stomachs and his swollen jaw that was blosoming a yellow and greenish bruise he winced as he probed it with his fingers. Frank slung his guitar over his back and raced out the door and down the street, he stopped in front of an empty park bench and pulled out his guitar plugging his tiny amp in setting an empty coffee cup up beside him as he began to strike. He needed money for his lunch today and his dad of course wasn't going to give him any money, he'd done this hundreds of times and as he sat and played he let himself get sucked into the music ignoring everyone around him as he floated away on the music. He played for almost an hour and people walked bye dropping lose change into the cup, he was ready to pack up when he noticed none other than the raven haired hazel eyed Gerard Way. He held a roll of tape in one hand and papers like the one he'd given him yesterday, he was taping them up on street poles and park benches around him. He stopped as he turned to meet his eyes and gave a small grin before walking over and sitting next to him. "Will you play for me?" He asked as he set his stuff down next to him. "Uh, yeah sure" he mentally kicked himself for always saying 'uh' everytime he talked to this boy. He artillery playing a riff he'd been working on for a couple weeks and when he was finished he looked away trying to avoid gerards look as he clapped a little. "You're really good, well I better go I've got more posters to hang up" he held up the posters and stood up to walk away. " thanks, see you later" Frank stood up and put everything away and took off towards school pocketing the six dollars he'd just made. I hate these walls-

The tardy bell rang just as Frank came to the door, he was tempted to skip again but didnt know where he'd go. The band room was off limits as gerard could possible be there but the thought repelled him as much as it entired him. Was it sick? Yes. Was it morbid and wrong and messed up beyond belief? Oh most definitely..... But he couldn't help but love the boy. Would Gerard even feel the same, there was no question of his sexuality, he was gay but that didn't mean he liked Frank in anyway. Not that he would ever love him if he knew what he had done, what he would do again.when he began craving more, an addict in an unbreakable chain. As he started up the steps he decided he'd stay in the drama room off the side of the gymnasium, no one would bother him and when second hour began he could slip back into the hallway and head to his biology class. He peaked around corners hoping to avoid contact with other people and made his way towards the gym, luckily first hour was a vacant hour in the gym so he slipped in unnoticed and into the drama room. Dust shelves filled with miscellaneous items were everywhere they covered the floor along with old chairs and tables backdrops made the room eerie as they potrayed dark alleys with ominous lights, and again he thought of the boy Mikey. He sat in a dusty red armchair sinking as far down as possible and laying his guitar case and backpack on the only vacant space on the floor. Frank was looking around and felt an ache run through him, he knew immediately who was here and he mentally kicked himself for choosing this place of course he'd come here he was into drama and art and music and there was just no way to escape him. "Frank?" Came a sniffing whiney voice from in front of him. He could hear the pain that was evident in his voice in the simple word. "Uh yeah..... Hey, what's the matter?" He asked almost afraid of the awnsers being about his brother. "I just got a call" he held up a battered blue cellphone, " that they found mikeys uhm body" and he broke down and began crying. He felt awkward and protective he would do anything to stop the tears coming from this beautiful boy in front of him. "Hey it'll be okay" he moved from his chair to where gerard stood and he felt awkward at first when wrapping him in a hug, but soon felt more comfortable in his skin since the day he'd starting craving the blood. He held gerard close in his arms and rocked back and forth and forth, "it will be okay" he whispered into his ear and gerard just sobbed. A shrill ring came from the bell signaling the end of first hour and making them both jump, even though he'd planned on going to second hour he knew he owed it to gerard to stay with him to help him when he was down. Eventually he stopped crying and looked at him doing his best to keep a brave smile on his face as he said " I accepted that I'd lose my family a while ago I just didn't think it would be this hard. I'm done for the day I'm going home, my mom and dad are supposed to be arranging everything. Would-would you mind coming with me to keep me company?" "Uhhh, yeah sure" he gave a small smile and picked his stuff up and followed gerard down the halls and out the door, "so where are we going?" "To get coffee"

just let it be-

He was breaking inside, he was shattered beyond repair, he wanted everyone to leave him alone and yet he wanted Frank to stay with him. He was drawn to Frank but he couldn't tell if Frank liked him or not, he was feeling reckless he was ready to do anything after the news he'd recieved the only thing keep him from jumping of the bride he was on was the fact that HE was behind him. He was an anchor keeping him in place in the unruly sea of his emotions. He couldn't take it he had to know how Frank felt about him he needed to know now, so when they walked close to an alley he turned and Frank followed. Gerard turned and Frank looked around nervously before walking a step closer, "Uh hey gerard where are we--" he was cut off as he crushed his lips into franks, hoping Frank would kiss back and he did, he seemed to enjoy it he moved his mouth to accomidate his and as they pulled away for a breath Frank smiled at him. They didn't go to the coffee shop instead they went to franks house, though Frank seemed almost timid to take him there. Gerard had noticed the bruise on his jaw and how his wrist had a thick bracelet on it, something he knew all to well the purpose of. It hurt him to know this boy was hurting and as he reached the door he knew why. A very drunk, angry looking man stood on the porch bottle in one hand and a phone in the other. "You should go, now" the urgency in his voice was evident as he turned to push him away. "But maybe I should explain why your not in school, and why our with me" "No please dont" he begged "please just go" "Okay" he said reluctantly " but if you're in trouble call me" he pulled a strip of paper from a note book and scraped his number on it. "Okay i will, now please you have to leave now" Gerard walked away and watched as Frank ran into his house passing the man on the porch and the man wasn't far behind screaming at him for skipping school and being worthless. He winced as he heard an audible thump from inside the house, and a cry of pain, this was not what Frank deserved but he took off walking checking his phone every few seconds as he walked on hoping for news on Frank, but none came. you've done it now-

He could feel the blood pooling underneath him he was afraid to see the damage that had been wroght on him, he had only skipped a couple classes. No matter how much he tried to explain it ended in a punch or kick so he'd given up and layed there taking a beating, and now he layed in a pool of his own blood sobbing into his hands wishing he were somewhere else. Gently probing his head he found a gash above his eyebrow and another on the bridge of his nose and he winced in pain but took his shirt off trying to keep the blood from pouring out. The bathroom was still filled with his bloody mess from the night before and he washed and bandaged his cuts examining the cut above his eyebrow and deciding it would probably need stitches. He didn't have a way of getting to a hospital or signing in for that matter, but he had better try at least so he found a relatively clean black shirt and slipped on a jacket making his way towards his window as quietly as possible. He decided it would be best to take his stuff with him because he didn't want to go back home tonight, as he reached the window he started to pick up his bag and open it when a tapping came from outside. There standing in front of his window was the dark angel himself, Gerard Way, but why was he here? And then he remembered he never called him, not that he could, he didn't have a cell phone and the home phone was off limits. Gerard tapped again and sent him a worried look as he pulled the window open, "Hey" he said as he threw his bags out the window and climbed out. "Hey, you going somewhere?" He looked pointedly at his bags. "Yeah" "Wanna go for a walk first?" "Sure you can walk me to the hospital because i have no idea where it is" Gerard looked startled but nodded and began leading him away from the house. Made to Play-

"Excuse me mam?" "Yes" a bored looking receptionist looked up from her game of solitaire to give him a glare. He still held the blood soaked shirt to the gash keeping the blood from pouring down his face, the gash he noticed ran from his hairline on the right to his eyebrow on the left. "Uh do I have to feel stuff out to see some one about this" he gestured to the bloody shirt on his forehead. "Well yes, of course" she handed him a clipboard with papers, Frank took his seat in a cold plastic chair next to where Gerard was sitting. He frowned looking at the things he was asked, how was he supposed to know if he was allergic to any types of medicine or if any type of cancer ran in his family. He filled out everything he knew and was relieved to have the three pages done within 5 minutes but as he stood up a drop of blood fell off his shirt and dripped onto the paper. He took the paper up to the woman and sat it down in front of her, she picked it up looking disdainfully at the blood and the fact he'd only filled out half of the questions, "I'll see what i can do" she said. "Thank you" he walked back over and sat back down next to Gerard grinning as he held up a piece of paper with a drawing of him on it. "Can I have that?" "Oh yeah of course you can" Gerard said as he pulled it out of his notebook and handing it to him, he took the paper and beamed at it before placing it in his back pack. "I shouldn't be here" he whispered and Frank barely heard him, he knew what he ment of course, he'd just found out his brother was dead and now he was with some boy he'd only met days before when he should be mourning the loss. "Frank uhm Lero?" "Uh Iero, here" he stood up following the man that had called his name he waved a feeble good bye to Gerard as he went through the closing doors. ~ Frank walked out of the hospital with 32 stitches and a giddyness from all the morphine they'd pumped into him. "Are you wanting to go home?" Gerard asked timidly as if afraid it would hurt his feelings. "No I think I'll go to the park and stay there for the night." "I'll join you" he smiled and picked up franks things walking towards the park, they sat on a bench and Frank played while Gerard hummed and made up little lyrics to the rifs he played.

A night to remember-

"Ray" he slammed on the door. Silence followed and he gave a sigh turning to Frankie and giving him a small smile. "RAY" he yelled into the door, and again silence followed he gave an exasperated sigh and kicked the door. " RAY OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" "what is your problem" the door swung open to reveal a very irritated ray who was in nothing but boxers. " can we crash here tonight?" "Oh yeah sure, hey woody I heard about your brother. Wait us?" "Yeah" he ignored the comment about his brother and moved to the side and let the beam of light from the door to shine on Frankie who stood there looking pitiful with his line of stitches and bloody clothes. "Uh yeah sure whatever you can use the spare, how long are you crashing here? Because I know when you say tonight you mean a while" "Well, I don't know a while?" "That's okay but be prepared to chip in on bills" "Can do" he saluted and shoved past pulling Frank behind him. He sent a feeble wave to ray as they entered a room filled with boxes. Gerard cleared off the bed and threw himself down on it, "Come lay down beside me" "Uh, okay" Frank layed next to him and stared at the cealing. "Uhm, Gerard?" He finally said. "Yeah Frank?" "Did you, I mean where you, or was I, ............... Did you really mean to kiss me?" "Well yeah I did......" He trailed off and turned to stare at Frankie, his lips were the perfect shape, he could remember the feel of them on his and he wanted more.. He rolled over to face Frank and brought his lips down on his and at first Frank was shocked but began to kiss back feverently, caught up in the moment he moved to where he stratled Frank and began to pull of his shirt and in turn so did Frank. Gerard pulled away from the kiss and layed butterfly kisses down his jaw line he felt a lump grow underneath him and smiled as Frank moaned and began to fumble with his belt buckle and Gerard fumbled with his as well. Where Frank had worn boxers he had gone comando and as he finally slipped out of his pants he felt cold as the night air blew through the window and he pulled a sheet over him and Frank as Frank slipped out of his boxers still kissing him. He smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around him pulling him closer. -They walked into the blinding light pulling his bag over his shoulder and wrapping frankies hand in his he turned and smiled remembering the night before, and bent down to kiss frank. "Ready for school sweet prince?" Frank blushed and nodded.

man or monster-

Frank took his seat at the back of the class room earning a few looks from his battered appearance and the fact he'd walked in hand in hand with gerard. He was beyond happy about what had happened last night, but he was haunted by the fact that he still had to tell Gerard what he'd done, it was strange it was like Gerard had already accepted his brother was gone he didn't mourn long. Though who was he to judge the amount of time you needed to get over someone, but he knew Gerard would hate him, he stole a glance at him and felt himself go rigid at the thought of breaking his heart, at breaking his own heart. School had lasted to long for Frank to have liked he was feeling drained and sad at what he had to tell the only person he truly loved in the world. Gerard pulled him hand in hand to rays where he deposited him on the bed and collapsed beside him, "Frank will you hold me?" "Yeah" he smiled and wrapped his arms around Gerard, tears threatened to overcome him as he inhaled and said, "Gerard, I need to tell you something really important......" "What is it?" He drew in a breath when suddenly the door crashed inward collapsing to the floor to reveal none other than franks father himself, "Oh god no" he whispered and scrambled off the bed away from Gerard hoping he would take the rage of his father. "Thought you could run away?, thought I wouldn't find your sorry ass and kick it? Well its to god damn bad because now you and your little gay ass boyfriend are going to get it" he turned to Gerard and sauntered forward, potraying his drunkeness by the way he staggered. "Don't you touch him!" He yelled and stood up advancing towards his father, he knew he could kill him, the last few days his blood lust had been through the roof and he was always stronger the hungrier he got and now he burned for it so much that when his father connected his hand to gerards face he snapped and lunged forward. His instincts took over and he ripped with all his might and didn't feel a thing until a warm hand touched his back, he looked behind him all savagery faded and found Gerard looking horrified at what he'd seen. "You're a monster." The three words stung so much and then he took off running, ran as fast as he could go as far away from them as possible. always blinded me-

Frank had run so far and his legs burned he was using all his will not to grab the woman walking her dogs across the street and not drink her blood, he was so repulsed with himself. He hadn't told Gerard and yet he felt he had in some way, he looked down at himself as the realization of what he'd done took effect he'd just killed his father, the only family he had left in the world. Well no he had a grandfather he'd never met or seen or talked to because his drunk of a father was beyond apologizing for whatever it was he'd done. Shock came in waves as he realized where he was a 'crime scene' of sorts, where he'd dumped the body the night it had all gone wrong. He ran and knowing what would happen he jumped in the river, not fighting the current as it pulled him under and he was swept away in the dark he struggled for a moment then he remembered his gerards face as he'd called him a monster and the resistance went out. He gasped for air and sucked in water blacking out almost painfully fast. He knew time had passed as he woke up with a splitting headache and looked up to see a race he thought he knew but wasn't sure his vision was blurred by the water continuously running down his face. "Frank I don't care what you are or what you've done I'm sorry for what I said, I just want you to come back, and you know I really didn't mean it because you mean so much he deserved it in many ways he tried to hurt you, tried to hurt me. Frank please be okay I don't know how you survived that but there has to be a reason and I just want to be able to hold you to spend another night just laying in your arms where I feel warm and safe I want you to be okay so we can be okay. Please say something, anything!" "W-who" " who what?" "Who's frank................. And who are you?" what have i become-

"Frank" he sobbed in his hands as the boy he loved sat up and looked at him bewildered at everything he said. "Who is Frank?" "You you're frank, you're my frank" he lied his face out of his hands and watched Frank as tears ran down his face. "Are you sure? I don't feel like a Frank." He rubbed his head and winced as he connected with his stitches "What the hell happened to me?" "You don't remember anything?" Gerard asked. Frank just looked at him and then stood up and Gerard followed standing beside him. "Come on Frankie let's go to your house and get some of your things and we can go somewhere" he pulled off his jacket and draped it over Frank. "I I don't know where home is" "Oh Frankie" he wrapped him in a hug and didn't let go for a long while. "It's going to be okay" "Promise?" "I promise Frank" He pulled away and wrapped his hand in franks leading him along the curving streets. Gerard hesitated as he neared the alley his brother had been killed in it was taped off with police tape and blood ran the length of the ground. Frank looked startled and said "I remember something!" Then he collapsed to the ground Gerard panicked and began yelling incoherent things to him to try and wake him. When nothing worked he decided he'd have to carry him and thankful that he was small he scooped him up and started towards franks house. Though he was repulsed at what he had seen Frank do he knew it was self defense and would let it go he loved him to much. He would also have to clean up before ray got home, the prospect of removing a dead body did not appeal to him but he would do it for this perfect boy and it wouldn't be the first time or the last he'd had to remove a body. Gerard was on the verge of collapsing as he crossed the threashold of franks house, he could take care if Frank here, he layed him on the couch and went to get water. He was starving but he didn't need anything quite yet he could survive for a day, he entered the living room and dumped the water on franks face he bolted sitting straight up and began crying. "Shh Frankie what's the matter?" "I-I remember something" he managed between sobs. "What what is it what's the matter?" "I killed a boy I killed Mikey I killed him and dumped his body I just wanted the blood I couldn't help it I'm sorry so sorry" "Y-you killed my brother" it hit him as a shock but he had known it all along his plan was finally falling into place and he pulled his phone out dialing as quickly as possible "You were right.......... It's him, he's pure" The line crackled on the other end "He's changing yet?" "No but he will soon" "Good get it done" "I will, bye Mikey"

Life Is Beautiful-

Frank was so confused he'd finally stopped sobbing when he'd heard mikeys name, everything he'd known was gone and he couldn't remember anything other than Mikey but as he looked up he instantly remembered Gerard but other than that nothing came back and he had a feeling he wouldn't ever. "G-Gerard?" "Frank thank god you remember me, wait you do remember me right?" "Yeah you and well........" "It's okay Frankie, its going as planned then. You're not supposed to remember anything other than what Mikey wants you to" "But i well he can't I mean how ?" He was startled had he come back from the dead? Where was he now? What plans? He was so confused. "No Mikey thought you were pure when he met you, pure means..... Well its like having a dog with a pedigree, you have a pedigree of well, vampire blood, as do i. Mikey on the other hand somehow is a pure blood that turned by himself being the first to have drank blood in the coven, so Mikey turned me and we've been searching for others that were pure and we found you and ray, Mikey turned ray and I get to turn you. But. Since I'm not the leader of the coven whoever I turn I'm bonded to for eternity and it would be the same for you............ I guess I'm asking if you want that." He wrapped franks hand in his own and looked him in the eyes. "Yes." "Yes? You're sure?" "Yes i trust and love you" "Oh Frank I love you to" he said pulling him into a hug then releasing and pulled franks hand to his face. "Will it hurt?" Frank asked a sense of morbid excitement running through him. Gerard looked guilty and gave him a sad smile, "Maybe, it hurt for me but I wasn't bonding to someone" "It's okay, just do it I want you to." "Oh and there's just Uhm one more thing....." "What's that?" "Well uh, when I bite you and we swap blood well it will be Uhm we would I mean you'd feel, that is......" "oh I get it" Frank smiled a knowing smile. Gerard pulled franks wrist to his mouth kissing it then biting down hard and drank the blood in gulps. Frank arched and felt himself growing as lust raced through him, this was him drinking blood times a thousand, every fiber in his body ached for the boy drinking his blood. He pushed off the couch and fell on top of Gerard as he broke free from his wrist with a bloody smile Frank crashed his lips into his and the taste of blood was driving him insane Gerard pulled at franks clothes and Frank did the same to Gerard soon the clothes were shed until they wore nothing at all. "Frank It's your turn" Gerard moaned and held his wrist up, Frank bit down eagerly and for the first time he felt his teeth not only sharpen but elongate as well, he drank deeply and felt gerards reaction as he himself had done. He felt his mind meld with gerards and Gerard felt the same and as Frank pulled away from his wrist and brought his mouth back to gerards, the kisses grew feverent and as the night passed they were together bonded for eternity.

Underdressed for the occasion-

"Uhhhhh, I'll just come back later then....." Frank woke up to blinding light and a bit distressed looking Mikey, "It's true, its true its true It's true!" He looked around and saw Gerard next to him and he was....... But that ment he was......... They had....... He grabbed a pillow off the couch and covered himself up with it and used a discarded shirt to cover Gerard. "Yeah sorry about the letting you think you killed me thing but i didn't know if you were pure or not so I knew you liked my brother which I used to see if you were or not" "Wait so Gerard doesn't actually...." He was crestfallen as tears began to well up behind his eyes, what if gerard had never really felt anything for him what If it was all just a lie. "Oh no,no no no, he really does love you, there have been others but Gerard never wanted to turn them, he didn't want to be bonded with anyone but you." Frank smiled with satisfaction and layed his head on gerards chest his soft snores were like a soothing song and he wrapped his arms around him. "Right well I'll just be going tell Gerard to call me when he wakes up. I've got a new place lined out and everything, you should pack everything you want we're not coming back here, ever" Even as Mikey said it Frank knew it was true this would be the last he saw of this place, whatever this place was to him, maybe his old home though he didn't care he was happy with Gerard. "Okay will do" Mikey left and for a while Frank could pretend none of this had ever happened to him, he wasn't a blood sucking vampire or a pure one or anything besides just frank, though eventually reality took over and Frank stood up knowing he'd need to shower sooner rather than later. The shower felt good and he let the water run until it was cold before getting out and putting on clothes, that looked clean enough. He found an old suitcase in the closet and pulled it out filling it with clothes, other than clothes he didn't really have much he found a box filled with guitar strings and a notebook filled with riffs and lyrics he found guitar picks and other guitar stuff so he dumped the contents into the suitcase but his guitar was no where to be seen, he was a little forlorn over the loss of his guitar but figured he could get a new one. He began combing through the house and found an empty bedroom that smelled heavily of alcohol and cigarettes, in a dresser drawer he found a revolved which he held in his hand for a moment before sticking in his pants waist, and a wad of money. He was glad to see the money which he pocketed happily and left the room. He entered the kitchen as his stomachs growled and found Gerard standing in boxers looking in the fridge with a disappointed look on his face as he came out empty handed. When Gerard noticed him he smiled and wrapped Frank in a hug and kissing him lightly on the lips "Morning sunshine" "Morning" he smiled back "oh uh, Mikey stopped by and we were a bit underdressed for the occasion so he told me to have you call him, and what about ray why can I remember him?" "Underdressed yeah," he looked down at his boxers and gave a small smile before saying " oh that's easy rays a vampire, so is his girlfriend Emily" "Oh, that makes sense" "And because Mikey wants us to remember other vampires, now I'd better call him" -------An hour later they were riding in the car with Mikey as he made his way across the state it didn't take long and they were in new York the city looked dingy and lonely though it was filled with people everywhere the one thought Frank kept hearing in his mind was 'hungry' which Gerard said was normal but they could only feed at night. He hated it. He didn't want this he had been drunk on love when Gerard had offered to turn him, he hadn't been thinking that to live he would have to drink blood it wasn't a craving anymore it was a physical need, and he didn't know if he could take it, but he thought if Gerard is happy then I'll do my best to be happy with him. He snuggled closer and smiled as Gerard wrapped his hands in his own and rested his head on gerards shoulder feeling happier and sadder than he'd been in a long time. The Pures-

He was heartbroken, it tore him in so many ways that Frank hated what he was of course he hated what he was as well, but he'd hoped Frank would somehow make it easier to live with, but no. It wasn't that Frank hated him, on the contrary Frank loved him, he just hated the idea of killing someone so he could live, which Gerard did as well but, life (even if it was stolen by pints of blood) was life what mattered was you were living. Gerard hadn't told Frank he'd be able to read his mind because Mikey had said it would develop over time the bond was determined by the love and that over time love grew more and more, or eventually withered and died. The only real explanation he had was that Frank really loved him as much as he loved Frank, which was a lot. He didn't say anything to Mikey though he assumed he already knew by the quizical look he'd given him when he'd arrived with Frank at rays house. Ray wasn't happy about having to move and neither was Emily, though he assumed they were a bit happy to leave the tiny house after franks little blood bath. Again that was something Frank couldn't know, he could never know what he had done, not now or ever, great he thought a relationship that lasts an eternity and it starts out with hate and lies. Gerard knew it was for the best but couldn't help but feel a bit guilty, he'd been so wrapped up in his thoughts he had missed most of the conversation going on between Frank and Mikey though he assumed it had something to do with pure ones and he tuned in to listen as Mikey prattled on, "So you're pure because you're a third generation vampire, three is a powerful number you see because well, I'm not sure it just is for some reason that means your great grand father was a vampire and your great grandson will be, that is if he's turned in time. Once a pure reaches 23 he has to have been turned by then or he turns into a heartless killer and more beast than human and the other pures, like me you ray, Emily and Gerard are the keepers, our job is to hunt down the rouge pures, which we just call rouges, and kill them. We keep the world safe from them with what we are and we hurt ourselves in the process-" And Mikey carried on as Gerard tuned him out to snuggle closer to Frankie as he drifted off to sleep.

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