Frank's POV

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We'd been sitting in the bus for the past eight hours driving interstate to get to the next show on the Revenge tour.
But like usual I'd fucked up and suggested that we use the GPS instead of a road map that didn't have the route change every second.

So yeah, we were lost for a while and after a couple of stops at different gas stations and a whole bunch of arguing over what way we should go I declared rock, paper, scissors.
Gerard won and now we were on the right track, at least he seemed pretty damn confidant about it.
Stupid, smug bastard I thought at him while flicking through a music magazine that I'd picked up from one of the gas stations.

Ray was off head banging while playing his guitar, unfortunately he'd failed to take the oh so smug, currently drawing Gee with him and I was stuck listening to his mind babble while trying to focus on my mag.

Mikey was in the kitchen attempting to cook some food that would turn out to be burnt or just plain horrible. Not that I'm saying I could cook better than him, I just mean that he should be restricted to an easy bake oven, a pink one.
Bob was sitting on the couch next to me pushing buttons on his borrowed (from Ray) Nintendo DS.

I glanced at the screen, he appeared to be playing some Mario game, not sure which because in my opinion there's too many variations of the game.
With each passing second I tapped my foot on the floor in a boredom inspired clock imitation that sounded awful.

Gerard got louder and I put on my headphones in my attempt to drown him out, it hadn't worked in the past but HEY what's the worst thing that can happen if I try once more for the hundredth time.

There was an article in the mag about us and I read it excitedly.
I know that we're already famous but I can't help but get a bit hypo whenever I read about us.
It reminded me that my dream had finally come true, along with a few occasional nightmares.
In about five minutes the six page article had been read and I sat there on the couch tapping my foot up and down, now to the beat of the song that played over the headphones.

'Oh baby here comes the sound!
Took a train outta New Orleans, and they shot me full of ephedrine's.
This is how we like to do it in the murder scene, can we settle up the score?
If you were here I'd never have a fear.
So come on mend your life.
But I miss you more than I did yesterday.
You're beautiful!'

"Frank. Frank! FRANK!" I took off my headphones to see Mikey standing in the kitchen doorway yelling my name at the top of his lungs.

"And that, my friends, is what Mikey Way says during his alone time." I said under my breath, making Bob and Gerard start laughing at his expense.

Mikey heard me of course; he heard everything even if it was barely a whisper that kid would be able to hear it. Must be some way for the universe to apologize for giving him nearsightedness, thanks for absolutely nothing universe.

"Anyway, you were singing. Shut up." He said before disappearing into the kitchen.
I hadn't been singing, I'd been thinking the words though.

That's probably what he'd been hearing the poor bastard had taken much longer to adjust than the rest of us. He still thought that half the things he heard were spoken out loud and it could make some conversations really awkward, really fast.

Gerard went back to his drawing and I stood up to look over his shoulder at the latest, no effort artwork that he'd finished in record time.

"You like?" He said showing me a resign of the Revenge cover. It was amazing and I'd never be able to pull it off but I still preferred the original which he'd done before everything started.

"It's great." I finished off my words with a yawn and sat my head on the back of his chair while trying to blink away the urge to sleep.

It'd only been three days which was perfectly normal, I'd just been doing too much stuff and it had drained me significantly.
Then to top things off my stomach grumbled and was quickly echoed by Gerard's and Bob's, I think I heard Mikey and Ray's go off as well but it might have been the purring of the bus engine.

"When was the last time we ate?" Gerard said closing his art book and putting it on the coffee table next to him. I plopped down on the couch next the Bob who had closed the Nintendo and was now looking at the floor gloomily.

"Uhm, I'm not sure. I think it might have been a week ago." To be honest I had not even the slightest idea, for all I know it was month or a year ago and I wasn't always comfortable thinking about when our next meal would be.

"How long until the next concert?" Bob stared at his feet while asking, probably wanting to avoid thinking about what we'd have to do after the concert.
Sometimes I really wondered what it is that I've become.

"Three days, do you think you can last that long Bobbert?" Gerard looked at him with concern in his eyes. I knew that Mikey really hated eating but Bob hated it the most.

"Yeah I I'll be able to deal." He opened the Nintendo and went back to his game, ending the conversation between him and Gee.

"What about you Frankie? I know that it's been over a week since you last, uhm, ate." My stomach grumbled loudly in response and Gerard took that as an answer and didn't make me say just how hungry I've become.

"I'll see if we can stop in the next town or something like that, you need to eat or you'll go crazy. You remember what happened to Bob last month." I sure did, everyone did and that was including the newspapers.

Is all I did was nod in response then go back to my latest unread magazine while thinking loudly of Rebecca Blacks annoying as fuck song.

When I heard Mikey in the other room let out a loud, frustrated sigh I grinned and took that a victory in annoying him, he'd have that stuck in his head for a few days.
After a while I felt myself begin to drift off so I settled my magazine beside me and let my head drop onto the cushion while keeping myself alert and awake by looking at Gerard who resumed his drawing.

'Is all I have to do is look at the water to know that once my head is under I won't be coming up again, even if by some impossibility a rescue crew were to suddenly show and try to save me.'

I bolted upright and looked around the bus, nobody seemed to be doing anything strange.

"Gerard did you get that?" I said standing up and taking a look out the window that only showed dark wilderness and the occasional break in trees where you could see a huge drop that looked so far it could possibly lead to hell.

"Yeah I did, it sounded weird. Mikey! Were you thinking about some strange shit just then by any chance?" He walked out of the kitchen and gave Gerard and I a look.

"No, did you guys hear it too?" Ray appeared next to Mikey and acted as if he wanted some sort of explanation. Gee answered Mikey as I went to take a last look out the window in hopes of finding out who it is that I just heard.

My eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly and I peered out trying to see any invisible people that might be thinking strange stuff.
Nothing much, tree, tree, tree, some rocks, a view.

"Holy shit! Stop the bus, quick stop it!" I said running towards the door and trying to wait for it to open.

"What is your problem?" Gerard followed me to the doors.

"There was a girl outside, on the bridge. She was gonna jump I swear it." Gee gave me the 'he's making up stories again' look but still stood next to me while the doors opened and I clamored out and nearly fell over myself.

"Stop! What are you doing?! You're going to hurt yourself!" I yelled running towards her, hoping that she didn't jump before I reached her. Why would anyone want to do this?

'Frankie! Stop! You'll scare her.'

Gerard's mental words hit me like a ton of bricks and I froze on the spot, not daring to move an inch further until she at least turned around.
I watched her as she turned to look at me, she slowly brought her arms down from over their place above her head and crossed them over her chest.

The look on her face said that she wasn't happy I interrupted.
How long has she been out here?
Her skin had turned so pale that it seemed almost translucent but it made her unusually bright sea green eyes stand out that much more.

"What the hell do you want?" But of course she had a mouth on her to match the murderous expression. Wasn't it obvious that I was trying to stop her from making the biggest mistake ever?

I watched as the angrier she got the more blue her eyes turned, I've never seen anyone do that with their eyes before.

"What are you doing? You'll die if you jump off the bridge." Okay, I know that I just stated the obvious but nothing else came to mind at the time so I had to wing my sentence and pray that it would make her get off the side of the bridge.

"I know that I'll die, why do you think I'm standing here? So I can enjoy the view, no I plan to kill myself now can you please go away." I've forgotten how incredibly frustrating girls, even people in general could be.

I need to get off the bus more often.

"I'm not going away; we might be able to help you or something. What's your name? Do you live near here?" As I talked to her she took a step back and I watched her waver slightly for a moment when she realized just how close to the edge she was.

"You don't need to know my name or where I live. I'm nobody and I want you to go away. I've thought this through and I have a good reason to kill myself, and before you ask, no, I won't tell you why." She spoke and I took a step closer to her. Despite the fact she was at least a meter away there was a chance that I'd be able to get close enough to grab her if she suddenly decided to jump or fall.

Her eyes widened as Ray, Mikey, Bob and Gerard stepped down, she studied them then switched her bright gaze to me.
I'd positioned myself so she could see who she was talking to, I'm no genius but I don't think she'd want to walk towards a person standing in the shadows ominously.

I tried to get closer to her thoughts to see what kind of mind frame she was in right now but everything was closed, locked, bolted and waterproofed.
There was no chance of me seeing or hearing anything from her, and I couldn't ask her to think more openly, it would make me sound like an idiot.

With that thought I took a step closer and tried to make it as unnoticeable as possible, my plan went crashing down to the ground in flames as she moved her other foot closer to the edge and this time she definitely wobbled, anyone could notice it.

"Frank, chill out. You're going to make her jump if you're not careful." Ray had purposely said that out loud.

It was one thing to think something at me around another person and it was a whole other thing to actually say something.
Thinking meant that a normal person had no idea what we were conversing about and that I could continue to act like an idiot because as far as anybody who wasn't in 'the know' nothing was said to me.

Ray had said something aloud, she noticed it and well, fuck, I had to stop moving and do what he said. I don't think that walking towards her was helping me anyways, she's surprisingly brave, I'd have thought that she'd give up immediately and get down.
Nope this girl was tough and stuck to her guns, I liked that.

"I'm not sure if this has occurred to you but I was about to jump before that idiot stopped me, and I'm going to do it anyway. So as I have said three fucking times now leave me alone. I want to enjoy this and you're ruining it."

Did she call me an idiot?

Gerard, Mikey, Ray and Bob had moved to stand beside me as she gave us a lecture about jumping, and she was getting more and more pissed off, now with swearing thrown in.

"Just try talking to us. We're not going to try doing anything. I'm not trying to convince you to not jump but would at least like a jacket, you're over half naked and it's cold out here. You've gotta be freezing." I gave Gerard a look as he talked to her with a calm but blank expression on his face; he'd better be attempting reverse psychology.

If this girl jumped after what he said I'd kill him for being encouraging and a total fucktard.
I looked closer at his hands and noticed why he didn't follow me off the bus immediately. Are you kidding?!
He got himself a cup of stupid fucking coffee!

"Thank you for the offer but I'm fine. It's not like I'm going to be cold much longer anyway." She pulled her plump lips into a thin, joyless smile that didn't touch her eyes. It's a shame; I bet she'd be really pretty when she gave a happy smile.

"What are you doing Gee?! Because it's not helping, you are encouraging her to jump. Do you want this girl to commit suicide?" Mikey did exactly what I'd been planning to do and pointed out that Gerard was being a dumbass.

The exact same thing had been going through Bob and Ray's mind and Mikey had barely beaten them to the punch. She sighed loudly and covered her face with her small, pale hands, she was obviously getting frustrated.
"Look, your friend Gee was right with what he said about not talking me out of it, I've made up my mind."
Just fucking great.

"How can you not understand this!? She's trying to KILL herself." Mikey continued to point out everyone's (except for Gerard's) thoughts and I wanted to give him a big pat on the back for it.

"It's her life to take. What right do we have to stop her? I don't approve of killing yourself but it's her choice not ours. You can try to talk her out of it but she looks like a smart one, she knows what she's doing." How on earth could Gerard continue to defend himself? He's got to know that what he's saying is stupid and unhelpful on all levels.

If Gee wasn't going to do anything to help then it'd be me that would have to stop her one way or another.
Before any useful, rational thought could come to mind I decided to go with what I'd been thinking at that exact moment.

"I can stop you from jumping you know." Man, that was stupid.
She moved and put her hands on her hips while glaring at me.

"You are an idiot. A cocky one." Without a pause she turned from me to the rest of the guys who were basically having a low volume argument that was made up of Gerard vs Mikey.
Bob and Ray had been smart and decided to stay far out of it.

"Okay! It was nice to meet all of you with the exception of Frodo here. I wish you luck with all of your future endeavors. So, I think I'll be jumping now, uh, so long and goodnight."
Did she call me Frodo?

Before I could fully register what she'd just done her face had disappeared and she'd begun the long decent towards the choppy water at the underneath of the bridge.
I moved quickly in an attempt to grab her hand and stop her from falling, it wasn't fast enough.
I was at the side of the bridge and I'd just managed to touch the top half of her arm but hadn't actually gotten hold of her.

What's worse is that the spikes on my wristband had succeeded in getting closer than me and cut her arm from elbow to wrist. Gerard always warned me that the spikes on this thing would hurt someone, guess he was right about that.

"SHIT!" I said pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it in the general direction of the group who noticed immediately and came running over.

"Frankie! What are you doing!? Stop!" I heard Ray say to me as I kicked my shoes off and positioned myself on the railing, wall, thing...whatever the fuck it's called.
I didn't give any of them a chance to stop me and I dived off the bridge, which now that I think about it wasn't a good idea.

Not the possible (actually impossible) drowning part, but the fact that I had no idea how to get to the top of the bridge from the water.
My body and mind had demanded that I jump after her and try my best to stop the girl from killing herself, which I probably would have done no matter what because, hey I'm a nice guy and death doesn't mean much anymore.

The air closed around me and I hit the water quickly, it hurt a little bit and if it hurt me then there is no doubt that she'd be feeling something sooner or later.
Dang it...when on earth did water get this dark? It's like I'm swimming in one of Gee's occasional uber depressing pictures.

My hands pawed uselessly through the water in my desperate attempt to find her before she drowned, bled out or both.
After my sixth try something under the water hit me in the leg and I dived further toward the bottom and grabbed at the potentially void of human life water.

Some part of her came into contact and I took hold of whatever part of her it was that I'd happened to touch, it had been her waist and I hooked my arm around her and tried to kick myself to the surface of the water.
Now struggling to move two people, she was still freaking out and lashing but I could feel her heartbeat through the water and it was slowing rapidly.
Please let it be the blood loss, I can fix that.
Drowning....not so much.

My head broke the surface of the water and I took an instinctive breath of air as she came into view and tried the same thing only to get a lungful of murky water, and within seconds her body had gone limp in my arms an her heartbeat had stopped.

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Somehow I managed to get both of us up one very steep, very high hill that was likely to win an award for most annoying placement of nature, or at least that's what I thought.
I jogged along the bridge towards the bright headlights of the bus which pierced the dark and allowed the rest of the guys to see me carrying the girl who was without a doubt dead.

With me being the way I am now the thought of dead things didn't scare me so much, plus there was still a possibility that she could be saved so I didn't think of her as dead.

"Frank? Oh god, is she still breathing? Never mind just get her on the bus." Gerard started giving out orders to each of us as I carefully walked up the bus steps with her in arms and laid her on the couch.

"Bob, you could you go and get that black bag over there? I'm pretty sure that it's hers. Then could you sit at the back of the bus, I don't want you around this much blood. Mikey could you get a couple of towels and a blanket? Oh, and Ray, get the first aid kit from the kitchen."

I simply sat on the couch next to her waiting for Gerard to say something to me that would make sense, I've spent up all of my instinct based decisions for tonight.
Bob, Mikey and Ray got the required items and brought them to Gee and I who had spent the passing time with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face.

"Thank guys, Mikey could you go and sit at the back with Bob? I don't want you around blood either and Ray you keep an eye on them I don't want them to spazz out on the bus. It wouldn't be the greatest timing." They all nodded and walked off while I sat there probably looking like a brainless idiot because I hadn't done a single thing since I sat her on the couch two minutes ago.

"What if we can't bring her back Gee? We'll have a body on our hands." I said as he opened the old first aid kit that was filled with all of the required medical supplies of a rock band, which was basically a lot of bandages because we used to cut ourselves by accident so often it was crazy.

He handed me a small white towel and let out a long sigh.

"It wouldn't be the first time we've had to deal with a body. But aside from that she'll be fine and if she isn't then I guess we or you or whatever could try to turn her." Wait a second, wasn't he the one who was saying how it was someone's choice as to whether they lived or died?

I'm pretty sure that what we'd have to do wouldn't be her choice.
I used the towel to wipe all of the muddy water off her as Gerard started rifling through the kit looking for something that I was sure none of us knew how to use.

"Whoever does it is going to have hell to pay when she wakes up." I got all of the dirt off her shoulders, face and arms, any leftover dirt that needed to be gotten rid of could be done by her when she wakes up.

"Yep, that's why you are responsible. I told you to let her do what she wanted on that bridge but you decided to jump into the water instead. You chose to save her life and you have now taken up any requirements that come with it." Considering that Gee and I were currently working at saving the life of someone who was medically dead I almost felt the urge to laugh.
It sounded like he was giving a lecture to a kid about how you have to take care of your pet because it's your responsibility.

Don't expect me to clean anyone's litter tray.

As I wiped any dirt from her cut using some saline and antiseptic wipes I saw Gerard get out a needle and thread (the medical kind obviously) and I wondered why he'd need that.

"Um, what's with that? We don't need it." Her arm was now clean but blood started to run from the deep cut again, there was no doubt that the wound was much worse than I'd originally thought.

"I'm going to sew it up." He said as he measured out the thread.

"Okay, Gee. I'd like to say a couple of things. First is that you can't sew for shit so there is no chance I'm letting you near this poor girls arm. Second, you are missing the completely obvious way of healing it." He realized what I was getting at and put the stuff away with a slightly embarrassed look on his face.

"Save that expression for on stage, you're cute when you look like an idiot." I said to Gerard while barely being able to hold back laughter.
Gee gave me a glare before giving up on looking angry and he switched to a grin.

"If you try to pull a Frerard and try kiss me I'll kill you..twice!" We laughed in that tense moment.

The whole band was freaked out by the fan fiction that some people could come up with.

"Go on then." He said waving his hands at me as if I was supposed to be doing something, not that I had any idea what that something was.

"Sorry, what." Most of the time I could understand what he was saying simply by thought but this time I was completely lost.

"They say you reap what you sow. You planted stupid, go and reap it. In other words, you are doing the healing and reviving, not me." Geez no need to be so fricken mean about it, I felt like I had to save her and I did. I know that she wanted to die but should I really get in trouble from sorta saving someone's life?
The answer to that question is no.

"Fine, but if this turns out bad I'm blaming you." I said giving him a look and making one final examination of the girls arm. There was going to be no way of talking myself around or out of this one.

With a sigh I ran the palm of my left hand over the sharp tip of the spikes on my wristband and felt it slice into my palm.
I swear I'm going to take the spiked bracelet off at the end of this.

Now that my blood was running out of the cut at a steady pace I moved my hand and place my palm against the long wound that was going to leave a scar no matter what.
After a minute the magic or whatever it is that did this started working and I watched her bone deep wound heal up layer by layer, which was amazing no matter how many times I'd used this awesome ability.

The wound became a cut, the cut became a scab and the scab became a scar in such a short time frame that it seemed like it was impossible.

I took my hand away from her arm and wiped the rest of my blood onto my jeans that I'd just noticed were wet from jumping into the river, in fact at that moment I only realized that I wasn't wearing a shirt either.

"Here." Gerard handed me my white shirt and I pulled it on over my head.
It instantly became dirty though, I had yet to get all of the gross river mud off me.
I'll need to have a shower and change into some clean, non-moist clothes after I've finished here.
That was about the only thing that didn't change about us.
I'm still a clean freak and they're still slobs.

The next matter of business, bringing her back to life which took a lot less effort than you would think considering that after hundreds of years of science, people had yet to find a way to reanimate the dead...without, uh, supernatural means.
As I'd been saying, I had to bring her back to life.

My kind, vampires to be specific, had this saliva and blood thing that I couldn't understand but knew how to use.
Our blood is useful for things like healing wounds and pretty much just that.
The saliva thing works by speeding up the heartbeat and creating more blood so it's really difficult to kill someone without meaning to.

Gerard had somehow figured out that if it could speed up the heart of a living person then why wouldn't it work on someone that happened to be dead.
The story of how he came to prove this theory I'll mention at another time, but he did it with good reason.

"I was thinking, I don't want her to die or anything but how the hell are we going to explain that I dived from the bridge into the water, found her, then managed to get back to the bus and revived her before she full on died. She is going to be more than a bit suspicious." There was no way she was a stupid girl I could lie to and she'd believe me and even if she was a fan of our band I doubted I could use that to get her to think of something else.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine. We'll tell her that you ran down to the side of the river and used a branch to get her back to shore and that you gave her CPR. Oh, and by the way I suggest that you move back after you've bitten her because she'll wake up about ten seconds later." Gerard left me with his words and walked off to the kitchen to put away the no longer required first aid kit and get what you needed for reviving a dead girl, which was nothing.

Well, except maybe a vampire with some knowledge of their abilities and enough self control not to kill the bitten person on the spot.
I sat there for a moment wondering what would be the best way to do this without worrying about her waking up and screaming that a vampire was biting her, she'd be right but the conversation that followed afterwards would be bad.

Without giving myself time to dwell on the possibility of her waking up and reacting in any way that was a no-no in a confined bus with five vampires.
I lent over her and pushed her long tangled hair away from her neck and her shoulder. Why the hell does this feel so weird, I'm only trying to save her and I just feel weird, this better go away later on.

Like every time that I needed or planned to use them my fangs slid into place and sharpened.
If there was to be any time where a miracle was to magically happen it would be now and I'd get to avoid this soon to be uncomfortable situation.

The vacant silence that filled up her chest where her heart should be beating made it obvious that she was dead and the only way to bring her back would be through vampire bite.
I gave a small sigh, closed my eyes and lent closer to her neck.
My stomach growled and I was reminded of how long it'd been since I last ate.

Thinking about this with a girl that was about to be alive any second with a beating heart and blood didn't help my situation.
I'm not weak and I don't get completely out of control like Bob and Mikey.
It can wait a couple of days till we get to the next town and I can try to find a blood drive or something like that.

After some effort I banished the thoughts from my mind and felt my mouth make contact with her neck.
Within seconds I let my fangs sink into her soft neck and was rewarded almost instantly with the sound of her heart taking a couple of warm up beats.
I removed my fangs from her neck and went to make a small cut on my hand so I could use my blood to get rid of the wounds, but instead I watched the puncture marks close by themselves.
Oh shit, I didn't turn her did I?

No, her heart was beating and there were a couple more steps in the process of creating a vampire.
It must be something else.
I should still mention to Gee that her neck wounds closed up without any blood.
We hadn't tried to use our saliva to heal before, I might have just discovered something new.
She took a quick gasp and I pulled my right hand back, which caused the spikes on my wristband to make a cut on her arm again.

Are you fucking kidding me, I'm suing whatever company made this stupid thing.
At least the cuts weren't deep this time so that was a small break for me.
I was tempted to try and fix up the cut on her arm before she woke up but according to Gerard I only had about ten seconds and I'd used up five of them already.
She took a couple more breaths and started coughing as I backed up to give her some space if any was required.

I watched as she coughed hard enough that water came from her mouth.
Dang it! I forgot that she'd practically drowned by the time that I managed to get her head above water.
Before she could choke I crouched beside her and helped her turn onto the side so any water that came up would go directly onto the towel protected floor.
After coughing up what I imagine to be at least a litre of water she started gasping for air and I sat there feeling like I should be able to help even though I couldn't.

"Oh god! Air!" I helped her sit up and let her lungs register the oxygen that they'd been deprived of for fifteen minutes.
With one hand I draped a spare blanket around her shoulders so she wouldn't feel almost naked and with the other I pulled her long blond and black hair out of her face.

"Holy fricken hell, air I missed you!" If this was her reaction to being alive then maybe I could convince her not to try suicide again.

"Are you feeling better?" I asked hoping that she'd feel well enough to answer me.

"Yeah, I think so. Have you ever noticed how good air tastes? Because right now I think I'd choose this over donuts." I couldn't help myself and laughed at her comment.

This girl didn't realise that she had just gotten in a fight with death and came out the other side with limbs intact and a sunny disposition.

"The air on this bus tastes especially good." I joked, there was no way that this bus smelt good.
Well, maybe it smelt good to her because she had a less sensitive sense of smell.

"Wait a second. Where the heck am I?! This is it I'm dead aren't I? Is this heaven or something? Who the hell are you and why does my arm hurt?" She entered instant babble mode and I adjusted the blanked around her shoulders and tried to talk in a calming voice.

"You're not dead, you are in the tour bus. My names Frank and the reason your arm hurts is because it was accidentally cut." Hey, I didn't lie. Her arm was accidentally cut...by me and I didn't mean it but is what matters is that I'd told the truth.

"What tour bus? What tour? How did I get here? I remember jumping off the bridge and there was no air." She rubbed her eyes and one bra strap slipped down her shoulder.
I wanted to adjust it but there was a chance that she might kill me if I tried because she was not in a fantastic mind frame.

"The Revenge tour bus. I climbed down to the side of the river and pulled you out of the water, then brought you back here and gave you CPR. Gee told me what to do."
With the exception of the Revenge Tour Bus I was lying my arse off.

"No, no, no. I died, I felt my heart stop and I saw the stars. Everything was so beautiful...wait what do you mean by Gee? There are other people on the bus?" Obviously, someone had to be driving or else we'd crash and die horribly, actually only she and the bus driver would.

"Yep, Gerard, Ray, Bob and Mikey. There's five if us that make up the band."
Where the hell is Gee anyways, he should be in here helping me explain stuff to her.

"Wait a second. That's...oh my frickin god. You're Frank Iero. MCR's rhythm guitarist." Her mouth hung slack and I chuckled slightly at her expression.
She looked cute, like a dazed helpless kitten.

"That's me, Frank Iero. Lactose intolerant, vegetarian, dog loving guitarist." I gave her a grin as she closed her mouth and adjusted the heavy blanket around her shoulders.

"Hang on. I don't care who the fuck you are! I jumped and I asked you not to try and stop me but you did it anyway!" The next moment her hand connected with my face and my head snapped to the side.

I didn't feel pain much anymore but that hurt, she must be really pissed and strong.
I rubbed my face where there'd probably be a bruise later.

"No, I told you not to do that. I'm sorry, you probably risked your life to save me and I just slapped you." She'd gone from angry to crying within an incredibly tiny time frame. There wasn't thought in my head as I watched her sea green eyes appear even brighter as they were lit up by tears that she didn't try to wipe away.

Before the logical part of my brain could kick into the macho 'I'm a lady's man' part of my brain took over and I pulled her in for a hug. She didn't push me away and accepted my embrace then eventually laid her head on my shoulder.
Even though I was already a small person she was small next to me in a petite kind of way without being fragile looking.

"Thank you so much Frank, it was very nice if you to try to save me." Her arms tightened around my neck and I felt her chest press into mine. She probably had no idea what she was doing but if my heart could still beat it would be going at a million miles an hour.

"What do you mean 'try'?" I asked feeling the hunger rise in my stomach again as I tried to fight it off.
Our proximity, her scent and the thought of her eyes weren't helping any.

"I'm going to end my life still, but it was nice of you to care enough to try and save me."
Everything in me gave a huge sigh of frustration, only internally though.

"You're welcome." I managed to say through my teeth, this girl was so stubborn.
It was over my dead body that I'd let her kill herself, she was too young and nice for her to end her life.

One way or another this would end with me making her see sense.