I Don't Care What You Are, You'll Always Be Mine
Rayne
Bob's POV
It was a normal night. Chillin' at Toro's house, killing him at Guitar Hero, and getting killed at Halo. Than Mikey called, with some news. Yep. Pretty normal. Once he claimed he saw a vampire in an alley… as if! Vampires are just rumored to be in New Jersey. Seriously. Who believes that? Although that was back when we were, like, 6 I think? Ya, we've known each other forever! Time flies.
"Yello…" I said, holding the phone in place with my shoulder as I continued to fail at Halo. Ray was laughing in victory.
"BOB! ITS MIKEY!"
"Ya, I know. Its called Caller ID. Whats the news now?" I asked.
"Okay, you know that band we always wanted to start…" He began and I immediately paused the game.
"I'm listening…"
"My Chemical Romance is a go." I could tell he was grinning and I couldn't help but smile too. Ray scowled.
"BOB! WHAT WAS THAT FOR? I WAS ABOUT TO WHIP YOUR-" I stopped him.
"SHHH! Okay, tomorrow works. Bye." I hung up and smiled at Ray. "So Ray, still got that guitar lying around here?" Ray looked at me in shock for a split second, and immediately grinned.
Mikey's POV
*beep beep beep* my alarm clock rang in my ear. I sat up and smiled. Saturday. Bob and Ray should be here soon. I thought as I got dressed and ran down the stairs. Gerard and Frank were spread out on the couch, and I couldn't help but laugh at the sight of them sleeping on top of each other. They've only been friends for a day and look what happens. I tip toed to the couch and shook Frank, who jumped.
"I DIDN'T EAT THE COOKIE I PROMISE!" He yelled. I giggled. Frank looked around and saw he was on top of Gerard and let out a yelp and scurried to the chair, causing Gerard to stir. He sat up and rubbed his eyes and looked down at his shirt, widening his eyes at bite marks.
"Who was chewing on my shirt?" Then he saw Frank curled up in a ball, on the chair.
"FRANK! Ugh, Mikey, take my shirt please, I'll go change." He grumbled and threw the shirt in my face, now shirtless. I opened my mouth to protest, but Gerard was already gone, leaving Frank, now in a daze, and I alone. I sighed and went to throw the shirt in the wash, and noticed two small holes where the bite marks were. The other teeth marks were normal but two had punctured small holes in the fabric. I looked around the corner, back at Frank, who was staring at the floor, not moving at all. I followed his gaze, and saw that the carpets had not been cleaned at all since we moved. The thing significant about that carpet was a blood stain from back when Gerard had a problem with cutting. Frank sat motionless, and I just barely saw him lick his lips briefly. Maybe he was… No. I shook my head to erase the thought. When I looked back at Frank, he was moving towards the door.
"I'll be right back… I'm hungry…" He said blankly, grabbing his black hoodie.
"We have food here food here Frank…" I looked at him with curiosity. He shook his head at me.
"No. No… I… I need something else. Thanks anyway. I shouldn't be long." He shut the door behind him, as Gerard walked in, wearing a clean shirt.
"Hey, where's he going?" He asked.
"Wish I knew. He's hungry but he said he needs something else. Whatever that is." I shrugged, and Gerard walked back down to the basement. The thought came back to my head.
Frank was… a vampire… a freakin vampire!
Frank's POV
I jumped. Mikey stood above me giggling. I raised an eyebrow and looked down and saw Gerard underneath me. Holy crap! I was sleeping on top of Gerard. Okay, this was embarrassing. I scrambled to the nearest chair and stared as Gerard sat up.
"Who was chewing on my shirt?" He exclaimed as he looked down. I was lucky I couldn't blush, but as looked at the shirt I released I had actually left small holes with my fangs. I covered my mouth and stared at the floor, praying they wouldn't see the marks.
Gerard groaned when he saw me. "FRANK! Ugh, Mikey, take my shirt please, I'll go change." He tossed the shirt at Mikey, who obviously had no say in this, what so ever. Mikey sighed and walked down the hallway, to put it in the laundry, but I heard him stop midway. I heard him give a little gasp and he came back and looked at me. I shifted my eyes quickly and saw a big red stain. A blood stain on the carpet. My eyes got wide and I froze, fighting the urge. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mikey staring at me still. I stood up and grabbed my hoodie.
"I'll be right back… I'm hungry…" I said, still anxious. This wasn't good at all.
"We have food here Frank…" I looked at Mikey and shook my head.
"No. No…I…I need something else. Thanks anyway." I squeaked, trying my best to hide the fangs that were about to slide out any second. And with that, I left the Way household for food. My food.
Then I saw Bob Bryar, and Ray Toro, I knew them from school. They're pretty cool actually. They were walking the opposite direction, Bob holding his drumsticks, and Ray with a guitar. I forgot they were coming over today to get that band together.
"Hey Frank. Aren't you coming to our first ever band meeting?" Bob asked as I passed.
"Ya, I just… have to go get something first. I'll be there in a few minutes. Don't wait for me, its fine." I said, and kept walking. They continued to the house.
As I walked, I sniffed the air, hoping to catch a scent of blood in the air, so I wouldn't have to actually kill anyone. Just clean up a wound or something. I may be a vampire, but I'm not into the whole killing thing. If I'm lucky, I won't dig my fangs in long enough to actually kill them, just turn them into a vampire too. Ugh. Blood. That's all I needed right now, was blood. I continued to look around, and a person. I couldn't tell who it was, seeing as they were not facing me. I saw that it was girl, around the age… 14 I think, and long black and red hair. She had a personalized dark purple hoodie, that said "Rayne" on the back in big white letters. I tip toed over to her, and she whirled around. She opened her mouth to scream, but I stopped her by attaching my fangs to her neck. Remembering about the band meeting, I let go. I took a good look at her, to make sure she was still alive. There was still life in her hazel green eyes, which were slowly starting to turn red. Good. That meant she wasn't dead.
I noticed that next to her, was a camera. She must have taken a picture when she saw me. That meant I was in the picture. But I had not time to take care of that, I left in a flash and in no time was back outside Gerard and Mikey's house. After double checking for no signs of blood, I opened the door and stepped inside.
"Uh, Hey guys!"
It was a normal night. Chillin' at Toro's house, killing him at Guitar Hero, and getting killed at Halo. Than Mikey called, with some news. Yep. Pretty normal. Once he claimed he saw a vampire in an alley… as if! Vampires are just rumored to be in New Jersey. Seriously. Who believes that? Although that was back when we were, like, 6 I think? Ya, we've known each other forever! Time flies.
"Yello…" I said, holding the phone in place with my shoulder as I continued to fail at Halo. Ray was laughing in victory.
"BOB! ITS MIKEY!"
"Ya, I know. Its called Caller ID. Whats the news now?" I asked.
"Okay, you know that band we always wanted to start…" He began and I immediately paused the game.
"I'm listening…"
"My Chemical Romance is a go." I could tell he was grinning and I couldn't help but smile too. Ray scowled.
"BOB! WHAT WAS THAT FOR? I WAS ABOUT TO WHIP YOUR-" I stopped him.
"SHHH! Okay, tomorrow works. Bye." I hung up and smiled at Ray. "So Ray, still got that guitar lying around here?" Ray looked at me in shock for a split second, and immediately grinned.
Mikey's POV
*beep beep beep* my alarm clock rang in my ear. I sat up and smiled. Saturday. Bob and Ray should be here soon. I thought as I got dressed and ran down the stairs. Gerard and Frank were spread out on the couch, and I couldn't help but laugh at the sight of them sleeping on top of each other. They've only been friends for a day and look what happens. I tip toed to the couch and shook Frank, who jumped.
"I DIDN'T EAT THE COOKIE I PROMISE!" He yelled. I giggled. Frank looked around and saw he was on top of Gerard and let out a yelp and scurried to the chair, causing Gerard to stir. He sat up and rubbed his eyes and looked down at his shirt, widening his eyes at bite marks.
"Who was chewing on my shirt?" Then he saw Frank curled up in a ball, on the chair.
"FRANK! Ugh, Mikey, take my shirt please, I'll go change." He grumbled and threw the shirt in my face, now shirtless. I opened my mouth to protest, but Gerard was already gone, leaving Frank, now in a daze, and I alone. I sighed and went to throw the shirt in the wash, and noticed two small holes where the bite marks were. The other teeth marks were normal but two had punctured small holes in the fabric. I looked around the corner, back at Frank, who was staring at the floor, not moving at all. I followed his gaze, and saw that the carpets had not been cleaned at all since we moved. The thing significant about that carpet was a blood stain from back when Gerard had a problem with cutting. Frank sat motionless, and I just barely saw him lick his lips briefly. Maybe he was… No. I shook my head to erase the thought. When I looked back at Frank, he was moving towards the door.
"I'll be right back… I'm hungry…" He said blankly, grabbing his black hoodie.
"We have food here food here Frank…" I looked at him with curiosity. He shook his head at me.
"No. No… I… I need something else. Thanks anyway. I shouldn't be long." He shut the door behind him, as Gerard walked in, wearing a clean shirt.
"Hey, where's he going?" He asked.
"Wish I knew. He's hungry but he said he needs something else. Whatever that is." I shrugged, and Gerard walked back down to the basement. The thought came back to my head.
Frank was… a vampire… a freakin vampire!
Frank's POV
I jumped. Mikey stood above me giggling. I raised an eyebrow and looked down and saw Gerard underneath me. Holy crap! I was sleeping on top of Gerard. Okay, this was embarrassing. I scrambled to the nearest chair and stared as Gerard sat up.
"Who was chewing on my shirt?" He exclaimed as he looked down. I was lucky I couldn't blush, but as looked at the shirt I released I had actually left small holes with my fangs. I covered my mouth and stared at the floor, praying they wouldn't see the marks.
Gerard groaned when he saw me. "FRANK! Ugh, Mikey, take my shirt please, I'll go change." He tossed the shirt at Mikey, who obviously had no say in this, what so ever. Mikey sighed and walked down the hallway, to put it in the laundry, but I heard him stop midway. I heard him give a little gasp and he came back and looked at me. I shifted my eyes quickly and saw a big red stain. A blood stain on the carpet. My eyes got wide and I froze, fighting the urge. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mikey staring at me still. I stood up and grabbed my hoodie.
"I'll be right back… I'm hungry…" I said, still anxious. This wasn't good at all.
"We have food here Frank…" I looked at Mikey and shook my head.
"No. No…I…I need something else. Thanks anyway." I squeaked, trying my best to hide the fangs that were about to slide out any second. And with that, I left the Way household for food. My food.
Then I saw Bob Bryar, and Ray Toro, I knew them from school. They're pretty cool actually. They were walking the opposite direction, Bob holding his drumsticks, and Ray with a guitar. I forgot they were coming over today to get that band together.
"Hey Frank. Aren't you coming to our first ever band meeting?" Bob asked as I passed.
"Ya, I just… have to go get something first. I'll be there in a few minutes. Don't wait for me, its fine." I said, and kept walking. They continued to the house.
As I walked, I sniffed the air, hoping to catch a scent of blood in the air, so I wouldn't have to actually kill anyone. Just clean up a wound or something. I may be a vampire, but I'm not into the whole killing thing. If I'm lucky, I won't dig my fangs in long enough to actually kill them, just turn them into a vampire too. Ugh. Blood. That's all I needed right now, was blood. I continued to look around, and a person. I couldn't tell who it was, seeing as they were not facing me. I saw that it was girl, around the age… 14 I think, and long black and red hair. She had a personalized dark purple hoodie, that said "Rayne" on the back in big white letters. I tip toed over to her, and she whirled around. She opened her mouth to scream, but I stopped her by attaching my fangs to her neck. Remembering about the band meeting, I let go. I took a good look at her, to make sure she was still alive. There was still life in her hazel green eyes, which were slowly starting to turn red. Good. That meant she wasn't dead.
I noticed that next to her, was a camera. She must have taken a picture when she saw me. That meant I was in the picture. But I had not time to take care of that, I left in a flash and in no time was back outside Gerard and Mikey's house. After double checking for no signs of blood, I opened the door and stepped inside.
"Uh, Hey guys!"