Status: Taking it slow but a c t i v e.

Flaying You Alive.

The plain fact of it was that I'm miserable-
though, my misery isn't so much as sadness as a shrieking unease,
a gnawing desire that I had been trying to cut out of myself that morning.


''Man up'' is the last thing Frank's father told him before he stepped onto the bus, going off to fight the war. No ''I love you, son'' or even the cliche ''take care of your mother, son. I love you.'' Nothing but a simple, and quite mean, ''man up.''

That was fifty years ago, when Frank was fifteen. Fifty years later Frank is still fifteen, and still angry at his dad. Perhaps someone can calm Frank down - or, just piss him off even more.

*This is a Frerard so plenty of man x man shit, and some vampiric ''fuck you'' shit in their, too. No Devil worshiping crap though so yippey. Don't steal or I'll have to report you and no one likes that, guys.
  1. Eyes Burn Red.
    Damon, of all people.