Gerard has a lot of dreams.

And we're talking about like, five times the amount of a normal vampire. Vampires are somewhat creatures of visions and telepathy, so the normal vamp has a crazy, important dream every now and then. The difference between human dreams and vampire dream is that; one, vampires don't actually sleep. They don't have use for it, the most sleeping can do for them is waste time. When a huge dream is coming for them, however, the vampires actually feel a need to. And two, normally, humans do not remember the majority of their dreams. Vampires. Remember. Every. Single. Second. Right. Until. The. End.

During the ride to a friend of Mikey's who was letting them crash at his place, Gerard just went out like someone hit his power switch to off. He was pushed right into a dream.

When his eyesight faded into the scene, he was sitting in a booth at a dinner, drinking a caramel latte. There was a sketchbook on the table in front of him, and for the first time in his life, the drawing in his hand had no blood at all.

It was a person. A boy, to be exact. Gerard had never seen this boy before, but there was something so gut wrenching about the way the entirety of his being curled inward, the way he didn't look up, the way he clutched his fists so tightly even though the rest of him looked like he was falling apart.

Gerard just stares for the longest time. It hurts to see something like this. He likes hurting. It makes him feel less... Unbrokenly broken. It's an odd thought; Gerard doesn't feel like he has any purpose with his own kind. Except maybe, to repopulate, but as it turns out he's shit at that as well as being what he's meant to be.

He was thinking, while he was stuck in that hole, while he was trapped in his own mind, a dangerous place in itself; that maybe the world would be better off without him. Maybe Mikey wouldn't be held back by his weird brother. Maybe his parents wouldn't have to deal with such a pathetic burden. Maybe it would save some air, save some space. Maybe he would be better off just that. Dead. Gone. Maybe. Maybe.

He looks at this boy and thinks; maybe... if I help this person, I'll have some reason. I'll have a reason to keep on going, to keep living. He looks back down at his picture, and give a quiet gasp to see

Himself.

At first, he doesn't want to believe it. The Gerard in the picture looks wild and crazed, his fist pulling at the boy's hair, exposing a pale neck, teeth dug in, and blood flowing down, down his throat, over his shirt, over the boy's as well. There's a gleam in his eyes, his own russet eyes, which mirror one of an animal finally pouncing its prey, and a man that has tricked an unsuspecting victim to bend to his whim.

The boy has a slight expression on his face, hardly even noticeable, Gerard realizes. Ecstasy, was his first guess at the boy's face. It was only natural, there was - though rarely - a veil of pleasure when a vampire felt some sympathy for a human. No. No. He has to look away then because it starts to sink in.

The gleam behind the picture of the boy. His eyes. He's begging. Pleading.

Help. Help me. Please. Please. Please.

They say a person's eyes are the window to their soul...

After they arrive at the friend's place - his name is Pete - Gerard is quiet. Mikey picks this up even though Gerard is always quiet. The true reason he realized something was off was because Gerard turned down coffee. Free coffee. That is a massive red flag.

Gerard wants to tell Mikey about his vision, he really does, but there's an invisible force keeping his mouth shut. The one thing that is clear to him is the fact that he doesn't feel this is a good idea anymore.

Of course, they've made it this far and making Mikey go back into that hole of ignorance would be such a dick move. The dream keeps haunting him, the look on the boy's face, and himself with that glint in his eye. Plus right now he can't feel his calves. He's sure these "pants" Pete gave him are really leggings, but Mikey's telling him to go with it, with is easy for him to say, come on, he's a freaking tree.

They got out of the prison with quite ease, actually, turns out there's only little ol' Brian out by his lonesome, drinking killer amounts of 0 negative and watching stupid humans on the Internet. He just pressed a button, lock open, 'have a nice day,' and that was that.

Mikey's plan for surviving out in the mortal world was a total mindfuck for his older brother. They were going to pretend to be vampires. When they actually were just that – vampires. Gerard guesses its genius, it is Mikey's plan after all, but there's whole what if, aspect of it all.

What if the humans catch us?
What if the vampires catch us?
What if I die?
What if Mikey dies?
What if I can't die if that happens?
What if.
What if.

Pete is apparently the master at practicing the art of human habits. When Gerard met him, he was wearing purple pants that seemed painted on, an orange t-shirt, goggles, a fuckin' bright pink visor, and giant white-as-white sneakers. Gerard had very little faith in the dressing department.

The little guy was also very touchy. Like, touchy to an extreme, one part of his body was always in contact of another body, whether it be the tip of his pinky finger, to his chest plastered to your back. It looked hazardous when he managed to climb Mikey (aka Beanstalk), and Mikey just swayed as Pete's weight shifted from one side to another.

Pete is the weirdest fertile Gerard's ever met. Although he hasn't met many, he can tell he's different. It's probably that cheeky grin and handsy personality that throws him off. Fertiles are usually shy, crazy sweet, and careful. Pete is definitely not shy, maybe a bit careful (he did get off of Mikey before they fell in a heap), and, okay, he is kinda sweet but whatever. He's still the strangest fertile he's ever met.

Anyway, they had spent the entire night figuring out where to go. Of course, the first place they chose was Jersey, but then discovered it was a bad idea because the whole place was crawling with hunters. Pete suggested Chicago, but Mikey it turned down. Turns out he doesn't like a lot of wind.

Finally, after much bickering, they chose Los Angeles, California. Gerard thought it as a last resort, but Mikey said he'd always wanted to go to the Golden State, which Gerard thought was bullshit. But whatever, you learn to roll with the punches.

Pete is zooming by with his computer, trying to find an acceptable living facility and other such things. The Way brothers stand a bit idle, feeling awkward squatting at Wentz's place. Pete makes the "Aha!” sound and his printer roars.

"Here's the deal. We'll stick to your guys' original names. Both of you two will be going to St. Mary's, it's a catholic school." Pete talked extremely fast.

"W – What?" The two exclaimed in unison.

"Sh. Lemme finish. Think about it; who would look for a vampire in a catholic school," Mikey and Gerard met each other with a look, but nodded, "Kay, Mikeyway, you are a sophomore. Gerard, you are a junior. If anyone asks, you are both from Jersey, as you are, you used to go to a public school called Parkview, and you moved because your dad's job as a hotel owner. Your parents are traveling a lot and you guys are mostly alone." Pete licked the pad of his finger and turned the page.

"You can crash at my friend, Frank's place," Pete gave a small snicker, "He has a kid, but he's cool," and Pete has to stop because he starts full-on laughing. Both Ways exchange looks. There isn't much to facially say though, it's sorta a Pete thing to do.

They were really surprised to see how much the human world had changed. Gerard was born April 16, 1950 and Mikey, 1953; right in the middle of the Korean War. Ever since they could explore and retain, they have had some connection to the human world. Their parents did not approve, but Donna couldn't stop what made her children happy. Don, however, didn't
actually give a shit. As a result, they were somewhere halfway in and halfway out of human society.

They knew about stuff like the Internet, computers, and punk music; on the other hand, they have never seen a concert, stayed in a highly populated human more than three days at a time, or experienced a human school system.

At that time, humans had designated living spaces and vampires did too. Every country was split in half, the vampire side, and the human side. Needless to say, they were at each other's throats half the time. But the other half, humans were making even more problems for themselves. And it was like that for a while.

Of course, until that faithful day of October 5, '05, when a book by the name of Twilight reared its head. Two years passed, and suddenly there were things happening. Unexplained stakings. It reached its peak in the late fall of '08, when the monstrosity moved on to the big
screen. By early 2009, most vampires were sixty feet in the ground, closed off in the Earth's crust.

Gerard's eyes bugged out unattractively when Pete told him the price of gas today, while Mikey stuck to his typical unaffected-by-everything crap. The both of them were very impressed with the recent improvements in the medical fields (humans were just so prone to dying...) and equally as disappointed with all the hate and violence. Actually, they were disappointed with a lot of things in the world, both human and vampire.

There we go; they got the worst of both worlds...

"Oh yeah, and you guys have to change a bit if you wanna fit in. Kids can be evil." Gerard looks at Pete with gray orbs, confusion mixing in. Mikey then walked over to Pete, pushed off the papers on his desk in a dramatic sweep, and leaned over it. Then Mikey Way... smiled.

"Hi." It was just one word, but he could see Pete give a small shiver. It also succeeded at making Gerard visibly die a little, what the fuck, this was his little brother, what is he... Pete was pulled forward, and something that involved tongues and lips was set in motion.

"Mikey!" Gerard snapped out of it, momentary on a mind freeze because his brother's smile, "What the fuck?"

"What the fuck, indeed." A blonde haired dominator stood calmly in the doorway, holding a glass of what smelled like 0 negative, with probably a hint of B, eyes glowing green and red, a swirling message of jealousy and anger. Still, he stood quite coolly, taking a sip from his glass. Mikey's lips were still attached to Pete's face, but right now, Pete was watching the Dom with pink hued eyes. Gerard stuttered a little, unsure of what to say or do.

"So. He yours?" The strawberry blonde haired guy motioned to Mikey.

"N - No, he's my little brother..." Gerard tried his best to telepathically send a message to Mikey, STOP, STOP, STOP, but it took another minute before the two released on another, swollen lips and now overly tight pants. Gerard didn't want to see that.

"Hi Trick." Pete held his famous cheeky grin, and Patrick rolled his eyes, "You know Mikeyway, this guy is his brother Gerard. Mikey was just practicing his acting skills for the mortals out there. Gerard, Mikey, this is Patrick. My angel." Patrick rolled his eyes again, but stayed when Pete wrapped one arm around his shoulder.

Gerard looked back at his brother, who was back to his normal, unaffected self. That was just an... act?Mikey picked up Gerard mental question.

I probably got it from you, Peter Pan. [STFU, Gerard interjects without batting an eye.] Oh, and don't worry about Pete or Patrick, the two do this all the time...

Gerard looked at his brother in a newfound light, doused with a little respect, and a little more weirdness. Mikey pushed his forever close to falling glasses back up.

Gerard wondered what he was supposed to do. Act differently... Like what?

You're sweet, Gee, Mikey sent, that means when we're out there... don't be.

Okay...? Okay. He could do this.

"Aw, Trick, I love you! Besides, you already know Mikey! Did he ever do anything to me before?"

"You told me all the things you wanted to do to him." Pete pouted, still hanging off Patrick, but he sighed and planted a quick kiss to his cheek and muttered into his ear, "I love you too." Patrick held the cup to Pete's lips, and Pete quickly obliged. The other too watching the overly fluffy scene, felt their stomachs groan.

"Oh! Sorry, sorry, I'll get you two some nourishment." Pete disappeared into the kitchen, and Mikey and Patrick had a stare down.

"I wouldn't take him away, y'know." Patrick's smile was nice.

"Still. Someone else might." The statement left Gerard with a feeling he couldn't quite describe, but he quickly forgot about it when Pete came back with a tray of coffee and warmed blood.

The four, Gerard himself included, then continued on focusing how they would ever stop Gerard's moaning while he drank some Starbucks coffee. It was much too believable, and Mikey was scarred for life.

It's involuntary... the ebony haired vamp thought, and let out a quieter groan as he took another swig of the heavenly liquid, Mikey pressing his fingers into his ears.

At least they were even now.

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