Frank's POV

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Flashback
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"I bet you twenty bucks you can't down four more and walk out without stumbling!" Mikey had to yell over the loud music that played in the bar, almost making everything in the room shake in time with each beat of the drums.

My head was already swimming, I'd pushed my limits and drunk way too much, the whole band was celebrating finishing up with all of our concerts for the next however many months, Gerard, Ray and Bob couldn't join in on the fun unfortunately but it didn't mean Mikey and I couldn't enjoy ourselves.

But as I said, I've enjoyed myself too much and I'm up for Mikey's bet so I'm about to have my seventh, yeah I guess that would me the right word, my seventh shots of vodka, okay no that didn't sound right, hehe I'm so drunk right now, I guess the shots of tequila I had earlier isn't helping any.

One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor, I hummed to myself and picked up the took a shot at each number then grinned at Mikes while I stood there, I bet if I moved right now I'd fall over and it would hurt, like a lot.

I took a step away from the bar and almost collapsed then and there, yep this was definitely a bad idea, tomorrows hangover is gonna be a bitch but it doesn't matter 'cuz I don't have to perform for like ages and ages, haha, suck it life!

Mikey laughed, he was one to talk, he was drunker than me and he'd only had tequila shots, Gee is gonna whup his arse when he realises how drunk he's gotten, where the hell was Sass Master anywho?

Maybe's he's still at the other side of the bar with Fro Man and Bobbert, somehow I managed to stumble over to them with the help of Mikey who was completely useless and laughed the whole fucking time as if we were attempting some kind of crazy stage act.

"Hellow Gee, your are looking particularly lovely tonight!" Gerard responded with an exasperated sigh, I knew I wouldn't be able to hide how drunk I was so I embraced it, the lucky bastard didn't even have to worry about being drunk or hungover, he could drink all he wanted and he'd be as sober as any nun.

Haha, Sass Master dressed up as a nun, I giggled and Gee rolled his eyes and laughed, he knew what I was thinking and he thought I was being an idiot, it didn't take any vampire woohoo magic abilities to know that.

"You are looking very drunk, Frankie. Maybe we should head back to the flats?" Mikey, Bob, Gee and I lived in the same apartment building so we'd catch a ride back to there together, luckily we had a car for once, taxi's suck, who'd want one when you could drive yourself everywhere for half the price.

"I'm not drunk, well I am but Mikey's even drunker, I demand you punish him!" Mikey and I nearly collapsed onto the floor in a fit of laughter at the look on Gerard's face, we both knew it would be pointless trying to lecture Mikes right now, he wouldn't remember any of it in the morning.

"I'd spank both of you but I don't want the fans getting any wrong ideas." He laughed.

I wasn't ready to go home just yet, I wanted to have some more fun first, lemme see, what's in here that's fun to do, I'm already drunk and the only thing that would come with another shot would be a blackout and possibly waking up in a puddle of my own vomit which is not very appealing.

Oooh I know what could be fun, dancing, I doubt I'll be able to stand without the safety of the bar to lean on but who knows it might be fun to attempt for the next ten seconds I'll be able to stand up straight.

I managed to get four steps away from the bar before my legs decided that I wouldn't be going anywhere besides home tonight, aw body why do you have to ruin all my fun by not listening, this is the precise reason we need counseling, I giggled again and practically fell over in one fluid motion, hello floor.

Before my face made friends with the ground Gerard and Bob grabbed me and tugged me upright, it would be so awesome to be that strong, maybe they were strong without being vampires, na I doubt it, Mikey and I would laugh our asses off when he'd tell me about Gee's pathetic attempts to climb rope in gym class.

They put me on a barstool and I lent against the bar with a sigh this has been a good night, its had fun with the guys, I've got a nice buzz (I'm lying to myself) going on and I have yet to be hit on by creepy fangirls.

More nights should be like this, I was about to say that to Gerard when I noticed him looking as something on the other side of the room, I followed his line of vision, it was a girl, of course I'd forgotten that he hasn't eaten for a while, he stood up to follow her and just for the sake of it I threw my arms around his neck.

"Bite me, Gerard!" I yelled then immediately started laughing at the look on his face, everyone knew if a vampire tried to bite me I'd run away like a sissy but as I said, the look on his face was absolutely priceless, as was the pre-laugh face of the rest of the guys.

Gerard ended up laughing as well and put me back on the barstool with the 'he's an idiot' expression still plastered to his smudged makeuped face, I'm not sure whose makeup looks stupider right now, mine or his, maybe mine because the eyeliner I'd put on smears even more crappily than his.

"No thank you and even if it was a yes I bet you have more alcohol in your veins than blood." There was no doubt about that, how drunk I was tonight even rivaled some of Gee's legendary human drunkness moments, now he was boring because he was sober all the time.

Gerard patted me on the head like a big brother and started pushing through the people so he could follow the girl with the black ponytail who I'd seen him watching moments ago, it was weird knowing what he was following her for.

I wouldn't be able to live as a vampire, sure I think all the powers and immortality was pretty freaking awesome but imagine how much it would suck to drink blood all the time, it's like licking a piece of metal, I'd know, I have licked metal and bitten the hell out of my lip once and they taste the exact same.

Mikey practically fell into a seat next to me and put his head on the bar as if he were going to sleep, which he probably was, Mikes is the kind of person who will get very drunk then sleep it off almost immediately and be ready to go for a second round of drinks in an hour, I wish I could do the same thing, I end up being wide awake 'til I can get home and sleep from exhaustion

I'm gonna miss all the concerts, we'll be going on some more again once the new album is released but that won't be for a long while. Ah Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, this'll be fun to do when we get a chance, we get to tour America then the rest of the world, this is gonna be so freaking awesome, I'm so excited, its ages away but I can't help it.

I'm a touring band kind of person, I'd rather be out travelling the world twenty four seven instead of sitting on my ass at home waiting for a local gig to open up because I'm to bothered to travel for the fans, I love the fans, they're all awesome, except for the really creepy ones who want me to sign their breasts and stuff.

No I'm not being sexist when I say they ask me to sign their breasts, you're assuming I only think girls will ask me to sign their breast, its happened with guys as well, I looked back to around the time we did our first real tour with a shudder, that was one creepy fan, I appreciate he wanted me to sign his man boobs but still, ew.

There's only one problem when it comes to touring all the time, it's impossible to keep a girlfriend, I know, I know, you'd think someone as amazingly looking as me, Frank Iero, would have no trouble with the ladies but I'm being honest, you can't ever manage to keep a girlfriend.

You can't talk all the time, she gets pissed off and you break up, the only chance you'd have of having a girlfriend and touring is if she traveled with you and I don't think any female would be able to stay with us and sane for more than a week.

Mikey was now snoring on the bar and I laughed, his glasses were nearly falling off so I picked them up and put them in his jacket pocket, he could thank me later...once he stops freaking out over thinking he's lost his glasses, YouTube anyone?

I wonder what Gee's off doing now?

He's probably doing that vampire biting, eating thing or whatever the hell it is they call it, personally I think it's cheating because he doesn't burn in the sun but I'm grateful at the same time, if he did it would be a real fucking bother when touring because we have to play at festivals and go to interviews and photoshoots and all that other stupid crap.

The interviews are fun but the photoshoots can get annoying really fast, I get a whole bunch of commands yelled at me (more like talking but they might as well be yelling), I have to stay in one spot for more than five seconds and sometimes I get this thick makeup caked all over my face, which is fun to wear at the time and a bitch to get off later.

I enjoy mucking around with Bob during the interviews, even though he's older than me his gullible like a little kid and it takes no effort to trick him into changing his mind every five seconds, the best part is when we get back to the bus and he realised easily I've made him talk like an idiot.

Is what's even funnier is how easily he could kill me, out of Gee, Ray and Bob it would have to be Bob who is the most vampiriclly unstable, one whiff of blood and he goes into spastic mode and you have to get him out of the room as fast as possible.

So there you go, if I ever want to commit suicide is all I have to do is ask for his help with making a salad and cut my finger while slicing a tomato, suicide by Bobbert, I bet that's new on the list.

The world around me was still seeming a bit wobbly as I stood up, I don't know why I felt the need to stand up, the barstool was comfortable, oh I remember why, my legs are starting to go numb, with one hand on the bar to stop myself from falling over I stretched my legs out winced a little.

Earlier on tonight when we'd been playing a gig some small stupid part at the back of my brain told me it would be a fantastic idea to climb onto one of the very large speakers, it was probably the guitarist in me that wanted to look like Angus Young, I failed miserably at my attempt and fell off the speaker and got a huge bruise going up and down my leg.

I'm starting to get bored, really bored, I want to go back to my place and crash, I'm so tired, Geee, where are you I wanna go home and Mikes will get pissed off if we leave you here, I sent those exact thoughts to Gerard in the form of a text and waited quietly on my barstool for him to text back.

Mikey's light sleep on the bar changed into snoring and I started laughing, he won't be able to avoid waking up drunk this time, if Gerard gets back soon then he'll have to deal with being half awake and walking to the band van, yeah we have a van, it was a memento from my Pency Prep days.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I grabbed it and looked at the text:

'I'm finishing up now, I'll be back in a couple minutes, don't draw on Mikey.'

I wonder how Gerard knew Mikey was having nap time, probably some part of his vampire powers or something but then again Mikes is his brother and he's known him long enough to have gotten the idea that Mikes falls asleep when drunk...and Gerard knows me well enough to warn me not to draw on his brother.

With a sigh I scowled at Mikey's sleeping face, damn you for being so drawable on, I knew I had a sharpie in my pocket from when I was signing autographs earlier, just a couple of words, it would be hilarious.

Oh what the hell, Gee won't notice.

I pushed the edge of his beanie up and started writing a whole bunch of things along his hairline, drew a couple of pictures then pulled his beanie down, there you go, Gee won't notice because he won't be able to see it but Mikey most definitely would when he took his beanie off either tonight or tomorrow, serves you right for drawing a dick on my face last time I fell asleep on the bus.

Ray was sitting next to me shaking his head disapprovingly, I knew he wouldn't tell Gee though and I also knew deep down he thought it was hilarious, Bob was laughing, the snorting kind and I grinned, apparently he decided to dislike Mikey today.

Gerard showed up only moments after I put away the sharpie, thank god he'd throttle me if he realised I'd just been using Mikey as a human canvas, but he didn't show up in time and he's none the wiser.

"Okay, are you guys ready to go?" Gerard shook Mikey awake and he started mumbling about wanting to go back to sleep as his face turned slightly green, he's gonna blow, something I've noticed about him after years of after gig drinks is that he can't hold his alcohol.

The rest of the guys nodded and Gee helped Mikey up and out of the club by putting his arm around his shoulder, on my way out I had to lean on Bob and Ray, I'm small but difficult to work with when drunk, somehow I've managed to be self aware of that even when intoxicated.

This brings back memories, except it was Gerard nearly passed out drunk with him arm around poor Mikey's shoulder, talk about role reversal, I wonder what it's like for Gee to be in Mikey's shoes for once.

While waiting for the Sass Master to hurry and get the eating of people over and done with I was surprised to find I'd sobered up a great deal and could now walk by myself without nearly falling over.

I went around to the drivers side of the car and fished my multi-keyed, key-chain out of my jeans pocket, I unlocked the door and climbed in, there was no way anyone but me was gonna be driving my car, van...I don't care what it's called, it's mine and one of the guys might scratch it.

Gerard put Mikey in the passenger seat next to me since they were worried he might wake up and start puking all over them, which according to the constitution of his brother it would be likely to happen.

The guys protested about me driving while drunk and I reminded them of the one rule I had when it came to my van-car-bus-trailer-horse-automobile-thingy, I'm the only one who gets to drive it and Gee's a crap driver anyway.

They grudgingly agreed to let me drive on the condition that if I start swerving I have to get out and let Ray or Bob drive, I sighed, agreed then stuck the key in the ignition and the car rumbled to life and I turned out of the parking lot.

"It's alive!" I laughed as we sped down the road at what I imagined to be a reasonable speed, in reality I think I might have been going a lot faster that I should have, the guys didn't say anything though and I kept driving.

Mikey groaned next to me and I worried that he might vomit and ruin the inside of the car, not to mention that I really don't feel like driving next to someone who is emptying the contents of their stomach onto the floor of my car, after all the gigs I've got to I managed to keep it nice smelling and ungross as possible, Mikes is not gonna ruin it.

We passed through some more stoplights and I started to remember why I hated driving, it was great when you were heading to a place nearby but its annoying when you have to drive for ages and ages just to get home.

The car reached a place that was well known for having narrow roads and steep drops so I reminded myself to slow down, I could see bright lights in the distance and I assumed another car was driving down this road as well, haha, I hope they're not drunk like me, things could prove to be risky if that happened.

In the back Gerard made a joke about killing me if I got them killed which is technically impossible for two reasons, first is that I'll already be dead and the second is that he can't die so I don't have to worry about killing them, possibly Mikey but he'll be fine.

I laughed, I wasn't that bad a driver anyway, it's the Way brothers who shouldn't be allowed to drive, when they do it's terrifying, more than once I've prayed to God to make it to a gig on time and still in one piece.

The headlights of the other car got brighter, they must be driving to where we just came from, who'd want to be out and driving this late at night I don't know, the only reason we were on the road is because we were heading home from a gig and the bar, maybe the other car was doing the same thing.

Mikey finally stopped looking like he was gonna be the hulk and returned to his normal, skin colour shade, he's gonna flip though when he thinks he's lost his glasses and I bet I'll be able to hear him yell in the morning when he realises what I've drawn on his face.

For the millionth time that night I started laughing again, trying to keep my eyes on the road, I closed them for a second and the already bright headlights of the other car got so close I couldn't even see my nose in front of me.

The car was on the same side of the road as us, oh shit, we were on the right side weren't we, I'm pretty sure we are, yes I'm positive we are...why isn't the other car moving to their side?

I realised a second too late what was about to happen and swerved the van to get it out of the path of the oncoming car.

"Frank quick move the fucking car!" Gerard yelled at me and I jerked my hands on the steering wheel to the side, there was nowhere to go, the other car was directly in the middle of the road, no this isn't gonna happen.

I closed my eyes as my stomach dropped out from underneath me and the car broke through the barrier separating us from the sudden drop, the car remained suspended in air for a moment as everything moved so slowly it didn't seem real.

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I opened my eyes and started coughing immediately Jesus fricken Christ, did someone park a truck on my chest, it hurts so fucking much, I moved my hands up and felt them brush dirt as I touched the painful spot to see if something really was on my chest like it felt.

There is a hole in my shirt, are you fucking kidding me, I loved my Black Flag shirt, this day sucks, something stuck to my hand and I opened my eyes to examine the thick and jelly like red liquid that coated it.

Without thinking I moved my hand closer to my face, it smells metallic and like Skittles or whatever my favourite food is at the moment, I couldn't think of anything right now, whoa the stars look pretty tonight, I'd forgotten how bright they were.

My hand's looking very pale right now, have I always been this pale or am I just noticing it now, nah I think I've always been pale it doesn't matter much now I guess, where am I anyways, wait, what's my name again?

Ow my chest still hurts, I sat up and brushed the black hair that hung in my face out of the way, damn it can get annoying sometimes, maybe I should consider cutting it and maybe dying it as well, that could look cool, hey who are those guys by the car?

I went to stand up, expecting my legs to hurt from some reason and the next thing I was standing by the side of the car next to three guys who were looking at a figure stretched out on the ground, everything's so loud why is everything so loud all of a sudden, is this a hangover or something, probably I did drink a lot, did I?

"Frankie thank the fucking lord you're okay!" I was almost knocked to the ground and crushed to death by someones vise like hug, why do I feel like I'm completely fine when I can't move, who the fuck is this stranger hugging me?

I got hugged by more people and struggled to get free, all of a sudden I was let go and I dropped to the ground like a sack of potato's, dust went into the air around me and I coughed it away then followed it up with a sneeze.

The three guys stood around me, one with a fro that you didn't see people with often, one with blond hair and blue eyes and one with shoulder length black hair and hazel eyes, a worried expression and very pale skin, they were all pale actually.

The one with black hair extended his hand and helped me up while I looked around, we were in a small flat field with lots of trees, rocks dust and a completely totalled car, hehe, I feel sorry for whoever that belongs to.

"Dude are you alright?" I frowned at him, what am I doing out here in the middle of nowhere with a ripped shirt and pants that are sliced up the side, did I go to a really crazy party or get food poisoning.

"Who are you?" My voice sounded scratchy and hoarse like I hadn't had a glass of water for weeks, even longer than weeks, months, years, it sounded like I've never had a glass of water in my whole life, my throat feels so dry right now, I could really do with some water or a Pepsi.

I could hear them trying to talk to each other about me, didn't they realise I was standing right here, I wasn't deaf either, everything they said rung loud and clear to my ears, so did the sound of the trees and the grass moving around in the field.

'What's wrong with him? This didn't happen to you did it Gee?'

'No, at least I don't think so and it didn't happen to either of you guys, do think it'll happen to Mikes, shit what if this is permanent, he's the best rhythm guitarist we've ever had.'

"Hey! Stop talking about me as if I'm not there, I can hear everything you're saying." The one with the black hair turned to face me, sighed, ran his hands through his hair and lent against the wrecked car.

What's happening right now?! I want to know what's going on immediately! For all I know I could have just been kidnapped by a bunch of psychopaths or some other crazy shit like that, what if I get sold or traded?

I want to get out of here, I want to go home, who are this crazy people talking as if they're puppeteers, in other words without their mouths moving, they hugged me the crazy ass freaks, I went from standing near the car to being halfway up the hill in a second.

"Frankie stop! It's me! Gerard, I'm your friend remember?" Gerard holy shit, what the fuck happened, with the van-car thing, there was a crash there was a huge fucking crash and we all died, Mikey was in the front seat, fucking hell Mikey was in the front seat!

In seconds I went from halfway up the hill to standing next to Mikey who was on the ground, there was blood everywhere, why is there so much blood on him. Oh no Mikes not you, I can get why the others are fine but what about Mikey, he's dead, holy shit my friend is dead, my chest hurts and my heart hurts and everything in my whole body hurts and I'm crying.

This sucks, this is a shitty day a really, really, really shitty day, the shittiest of all the days. I saw the bent metal from the railing on the side of the road, the van crashed right through it.

Mikey's jacket was ripped right down the arm, he's gonna be so upset that he lost his glasses, somehow he still had his beanie on but there was blood on the side of it, if I was in the front of the car with him how come I'm still fine?

Gerard walked calmly up to me with his hands in his pocket, there wasn't a hair out of place and he didn't look like he went through a car accident with the exception of a slight rip in his black, button up shirt.

Bob and Ray looked very fucked up, Ray's hair looked like a tumbleweed and stuck out all over the place with Bob had enough blood on him that he could have possibly been rolling in it, I certainly hope not.

"Don't worry I'm even more worried about him than you are but I'm sure that he'll wake up any minute now, he should already be awake, I changed him before you, I'm sorry about that but he's my brother."

Gee shrugged and sat next to Mikey on the ground, trying to look calm and collected but now that I looked closer he was freaking out as much as I was, even more actually, he'd just lost his only brother and one of his closest friends.

Wait a second, why am I alive, he said he saved Mikey first, I put my hand on my chest and didn't feel anything.

Wait a fucking second-

Mikey went from lying so still on the ground he could be a drawing to standing up next to Gerard and I while pulling his beanie off and frantically searching for his glasses, if what I think was going on then he wouldn't need them anymore or at least I don't think so.

We didn't mean to but the whole group went to hug the thankfully alive Mikey at the same time and it ended up being a strange group hug, and hey don't judge me or the guys, if you thought one of your best friends had just died you would be willing to hug anyone of any gender.

Bob noticed the writing that had somehow remained on Mikey's face even though he'd been through heaven, hell and everything in between, okay I'll admit I kinda felt bad about drawing and writing stuff on his head.

Mikes checked his face in the broken mirror of my van that had met its untimely and tragic fate, I'll miss you band van, you'll forever remain in my heart and mind, I'll hold onto the fondest thoughts of our time together.

I was surprised when he made an unusual (at least for him) growling sound in the back of his throat and turned to look at me with an angry glare and his glasses on the verge of falling off his nose.

"Frankie you motherfucker!"

Haha, Mikey the Toaster Conqueror saw what I drew on his face, I continued to snort laugh and was abruptly cut off when Mikey pounced on me and knocked out every bit of breath I had left in my lungs.

Maybe I shouldn't have drawn on his face.