It's been ten years since I ran away with my vampire lover. Ten years to the day. I'm sitting in our motel room, watching the memorial for us both. My parents are sobbing. So are his. My little brother has long sleeves, despite the boiling weather. It's obvious why. Even Ray is there, skinny as hell. Guilt hit me as it does everytime this day. I look up as my lover walks back in from getting groceries. He smiles and I smile back.

My name is Gerard Way. I'm 25 years old. And I'm a vampire.