Fallyn's POV

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I don't remember waking up, is all I can think of is the half hearted thumping of my heart.

What happened? I was sure that I'd died.
Everything in me strained to piece together what had happened during the time my heart stopped and started again.

Did I see God and go to heaven for a short while?
Did I see Lucifer and spend my time unexpectedly in hell?

I hadn't seen Katelyn, surely I'd remember something like that.
Maybe I was just asleep for a while or passed out and someone had noticed and woke me up.

My throat stung and I tried to take a breath to refresh my mind with some fresh oxygen. Nothing came to my lungs and I started to panic a little.
I tried again and still nothing came to me, 'third times the charm' my mind said to me as I tried my best to drag in some air.
Finally the air touched my much deprived body and everything in me relaxed, thank The Lord for oxygen.

Once my lungs got their fill of breathing inwards the exhalation started and something caught in my throat and I felt like I was choking.
I coughed hard trying to dislodge whatever it was that had become lodged in my throat while I was temporarily dead.


After another cough something poured down the side of my mouth, is that water?
Of course it's water I thought remembering the exact moment when my body hit the water and I realised that I was finally going to be getting my dream of death.
More and more water came pouring from my lips and I tried to sit up and cough it all out, I can't move.

Without meaning to I ended up on my side as I coughed, regurgitated and in general threw up what felt like half of the friggin river that I drowned in.
I gasped for air, assuming that I'd expelled all the water from my lungs and throat.

"Oh god! Air!" I said my lungs grasping for any small scrap of oxygen that the universe saw fit to throw me.
I sat there gasping as some heavy mass appeared on my back and the clinging tendrils of hair that hung around my face were swept away.
When that happened I truly started to get access to the pineapple scented air that was all around me.

"Holy friken hell, air I missed you!" Killing myself via water may not have been the best idea in the world. I'll try something like sleeping pills next time.

"Are you feeling better?" I opened my eyes to see a guy sitting on the floor next to me. My eyes weren't ready to register much yet but I could tell that his hair was wet and he had black makeup running down his face.

"Yeah, I think so. Have you ever noticed how good air tastes? Because right now I think I'd choose this over pizza."
He gave a short laugh and a smile spread across his face, I wanted to smile as well but I was way too tired for that.

"The air on this bus tastes especially good." I let out a small laugh that sounded more like a sigh and tried to remember why he looked so familiar.
Then I realised the last place I'd seen was a river and I had no idea where I was now.

"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?"
Without meaning to I'd started saying every single thing that came to mind all at once and the words came out a jumbled mess.

"You're not dead, you are in the tour bus. My name's Frank and the reason your arm hurts is because it was accidentally cut."
My eyes shifted to my forearm which had blood running from it at a steady pace, thankfully it appeared to be congealing. It was going to leave one hell of a scab though.

"What tour bus? What tour? How did I get here? I remember jumping off the bridge and there was no air." I said asking more and more questions while rubbing my eyes which felt tired and sore, considering that its been a long and crazy day.

"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."
My eyes drifted to his mouth and I felt like I should be blushing. I know that it was just CPR but the thought of his mouth touching mine made butterflies appear in my stomach.

"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?"
There was no chance of my mind being willing to process things and be reasonable. No, it made me sound like an idiot.

"Yep, Gerard, Ray, Bob and Mikey. There's five if us that make up the band." Those names sounded very familiar to my slow working brain.
Holy...
Revenge tour bus, Frank, Gerard, Mikey, Ray and Bob.

"Wait a second. That's...oh my frickin god. You're Frank Iero. MCR's rhythm guitarist."
Without meaning to my mouth fell open as I actually processed his blond and black hair, the piercings and his height.
But even with my half drowned, confused state and him with his face covered in mud it wasn't hard for me to recognise his looks.
My cheeks went bright red and my already fast beating heart got even faster when I realised that I'd been talking to one of my idols.

"That's me, Frank Iero. Lactose intolerant, vegetarian, dog loving guitarist." He gave me a mischievous grin and I closed my mouth and pulled the blanket further around my shoulders.
At the same moment my brain realised that he was just a guy who had ignored me when I said to leave me alone and let me end my own life.

"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!"
On its own accord my hand went out and I gave him a hard smack in the face that made his head snap sideways.
What had I done, is all he did was try to save me. I'd do the same thing for anyone else and he didn't deserve for me to act like this.

"I guess that I deserved that, after all you asked me not to do anything." He rubbed his face and I felt tears spring to my eyes, I was a horrible person to do that.

"No don't do that. I'm sorry, you probably risked your life to save me and I just slapped you."
It was true, I felt very sorry and not just to him but to myself as well.
As I sat there with tears pouring down my face he leant in and wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

My whole body froze from the unexpected hug and I wondered how it was that I was supposed to respond.
Because I had no idea what I was meant to do I decided to let my body do whatever it could come up with and I leant my head on his shoulder.
"Thank you so much Frank, it was very nice if you to try to save me." I said tightening my arms and leaning in a bit closer to emphasise my sentence.

"What do you mean 'try'?" He said to me with genuine curiosity in his voice.
I decided to be flat out honest and tell him the truth.

"I'm going to end my life still, but it was nice of you to care enough to try and save me."
Even though he probably tried to hide it I could tell that he was angry and frustrated by my response.

"You're welcome." His voice was slightly muffled by my hair but it sounded angry just like I'd assumed.

"Um, I should probably get off the bus. I've wasted so much of your time. If you could stop the bus I'll just leave."
Franks arms instantly tightened around me and I wasn't sure what to think until he pulled back and looked at me.

"You're not going anywhere. In case it hasn't occurred to you, you are practically naked, not to mention that you're a pretty girl who is very vulnerable." My face turned bright red at his words and I pulled the blanket even closer to my chest.
Frank continued talking as if my face hadn't changed by eight shades.

"You also barely managed to survive a near death situation. You're dirty and have no place to stay, by the way we've got your duffle bag so don't freak out. Anyway just stay with us until we get to the next city, please."
I looked at the sincere expression on his face and considered his request with an open mind. After all where on earth would I go if I got off the bus in the middle of nowhere dressed like this.

"Oh-kay. But only till the next town, I don't want to inconvenience you guys anymore than I already have." He gave me a huge grin and a quick hug that didn't match his small size.

"If you're gonna be staying would you like to have a shower?"
I jumped at the voice that was suddenly introduced and I looked up to see my idol Gerard Way leaning against a doorframe looking at Frank and I.
Suddenly every single thing that I've ever though and will ever think of drained from my head and I sat there with what was probably a stupefied expression on my face.

Right now I was mentally fan girling like a complete psychopath.

"Oh my god." I managed to choke out while still trying to think of something semi intelligent to say.

"You can calm down. He's just a guy like me, seriously, I've seen him pick his nose." Frank said trying to help me act like a sane person.

"I don't pick my nose. Ignore Frank half the stuff he says is a lie. Nice to meet you, I'm Gerard Way. You've may have heard of me. What's your name?"

"Uh, nice to meet you. I'm..."
There was no chance of me saying that my name was Misty, I hated it enough already.

"My names Fallyn." The smile he already had on his face faltered slightly then got wider and he held out his hand for me to shake, which I did immediately.

"That's a cool name, you can call me Gerard. Do you still want to use the shower?"
I looked at Frank, searching for some clue as to what I should say. Is all he did was nod at me so I took it as a yes.

"Sure, I don't feel my cleanest right now. Are you sure that I won't be annoying you because I don't want to intrude."

Gerard shrugged. "Na, it's no problem. There are only a couple of rules."

"Oh? Like what?" I asked, wanting to make sure that I wouldn't do anything wrong.

"Don't listen to any crappy music, if you see Mikey putting a fork into the toaster stop him, please don't fuck with my drawings and don't seem so humble because it doesn't suit you."
Gerard started to walk out of the room then suddenly stopped and turned around to look at me.

"Are you coming? I'll need to show you where the bathroom is if you want to use it." I jumped up from the sofa I'd been sitting on to follow him.
I was still weak from my obviously useless suicide attempt and I fell backwards, Frank barely managed to catch me and stop me from having my skull crack on the ground.

"You had that cut on your arm when I fished you out of the river. I think that you might have lost a fare bit of blood, lean on me until we get to the bathroom."
Before I could he put my arm over his shoulder and started walking after Gerard, causing me to follow him.

"I'll introduce you to Mikey, Ray and Bob after you've had a shower. I'll put you're duffle bag outside the door so you can get whatever you need from it. Also another rule I forgot to mention is don't use all the coffee and not tell anyone."
I nodded and halted alongside Frank next to a small door on the bus which seemed to be very big from the inside.

"Do you want me to get your clothes now or would you prefer for me to leave them outside the door?"
My mind was still hazy because I couldn't believe that Gerard Way was talking to me, this had to be a dream.

"I think you should leave them outside the door so she can have the shower immediately. She's looking like she's cold." Frank spoke on my behalf and I mumbled a thanks to him.
Gerard nodded, gave me a smile that made me feel dizzy and walked off.

"You can use my shampoo and there's some shower gel there too. I'll get you a towel, just sit here so I can give it to you before you get in the shower."

"Sure, thank you." I wasn't used to not having much to say, I'm usually a very opinionated person but being around Frank and Gerard erased everything from my head.
I sat on the closed toilet and waited for Frank to come back with a towel for me to use.
This is so crazy, I never thought that I'd meet My Chemical Romance, even in my wildest dreams. Frank and Gerard were so nice to me, I wonder what Mikey, Bob and Ray were like.

While sitting there I absentmindedly looked at the long scratch on my arm. The cut wasn't deep but it stung like a bitch, how the hell did I get this anyway?
With a piece of toilet paper I wiped the blood off my arm and tried to guess if the cut might need stitches.
I'm not a doctor but I was pretty sure that it wouldn't need any medical attention, maybe just a long bandaid.
They must have a medical kit on the bus because I'd seen on the Internet some of the injuries they've gotten from performing with Frank.

"Here you go. Do you need anything else?" Frank said putting a plushy thick blue towel on my lap.

"Thanks, I think a towel will do. I'm not that complicated when it comes to showering, with all the moisturisers and fancy cleaning stuff. I don't get it."
He chuckled and leaned in the doorframe as I babbled about the multitudes of things that some girls would require for cleaning themselves.

"Good thing, we don't have any scented soaps. You can take as long as you want, just don't use all the hot water 'cause I need to have a shower after you."

"No problem. This may sound a bit stupid but how do you shower on a moving bus? Like where does the water come from?" I don't know how the question sounded to him but in my opinion I sounded like an idiot.

"If I remember right it comes from this massive water tank that's in the underside of the bus, I'm not sure how it works with heating the water though so don't ask me."
I nodded in response and stood up as he pushed off the doorframe to wait for me to finish showering.

As I stood up my feet seemed to trip over themselves and I started to fall over, only to be caught by Frank again.
"Is this supposed to be where I say that we need to stop meeting like this? Are you sure that you're fine because I'm almost positive that you shouldn't be falling down or over like that."
I blushed and righted myself as he stood there getting ready to catch me again.

"I think that you lost a lot of blood when your arm was cut. Would you mind if I did something real quick?" He asked as I leant over to pick up the towel I dropped on the floor.

"Um, sure I guess." Without a second in between he pinched me and I yelped in response.

"Ow! What was that for?" I said rubbing my now sore hand.

"Look at where I pinched you. There should be a red mark there but there isn't, you're really low in blood."
I looked at the back of my hand and examined it, looking for a red mark where he'd pinched me but nothing showed up.

"The second you get out of the shower I want to patch up your arm so you don't lose anymore blood. We don't want you to pass out and hurt yourself."
By accident I let out a short, sharp laugh at his sentence. Not that long ago I'd tried to end my life by throwing myself off a bridge. I don't think that passing out and falling over will affect me much.

"Fine, thanks for the concern Frank." I said rubbing my arm and giving him a smile.

"Don't worry about it, have a shower, try not to fall over and when you're done knock on the door and I'll give you your clothes."

"Sure, I'll do that." He gave me a smile before closing the door behind him and I stood there for a second in the very small bathroom holding a towel.
I locked the door and turned on the shower, while waiting for the water to warm up I have myself a once over in the mirror.
Just like I'd suspected all of my eyeliner had ended up making rivers down my face and what little I wore of mascara had joined it.

Freaking hell, I looked like something out of a horror movie no wonder Frank kept on giving me strange looks.
With a piece of tissue I tried to wipe off all of the panda like makeup, it didn't change me much but it was worth a try.
My face looked like crap no matter what I did to it. Seriously I look like a ghost that is wearing smeared war paint.

I let out a sigh and looked away from the mirror and started stripping out of what little clothing I was wearing.
Well, my bra was fucked until it dried out, looks like I'm gonna have to go freestyle tonight. That's gonna suck, considering that I was a D cup and I required a bra twenty four hours a day.
I threw my underwear into the base of the shower and stepped into the warm jets of water coming from the shower head.

Damn, after getting out of that freezing water I forgot what heat felt like, this was fantastic.
My hand instantly reached for the hot water tap and I turned it up enjoying the feel of the hot water warming me up from the outside in.
I picked up some shampoo and rubbed it into my hair then washed all of the disgusting river muck with some shower gel.

The dark water disappeared down the drain as I washed my skin till I felt as clean as I'd ever been. I shut off the water and grabbed my towel from its place hanging up on a rack then started the process of drying myself off.
After I dried my hair and the rest of my skin I went to the door, unlocked in then knocked on the door letting Frank know that I'd finished.
He surprised me by opening the door and I wrapped the towel even tighter around me.

"I was looking through your bag to get some clothes and I noticed that all you had we're some tight fitting shirts and jeans."
He was right, it hasn't occurred to me to get some pyjamas when I was packing to leave, I'd also forgotten to pack a bra.

"Um, there also wasn't any panties."
What the fuck was I thinking when I packed? I'm horrible at running away, did I even remember socks? I seriously felt like face palming myself right now for being such a moron.

"So I was wondering if you wanted to borrow some of my clothes for the night. You're not that much smaller than me, the clothes are clean and it's gotta be more comfortable than sleeping in jeans." He was once again right, I really didn't want to sleep in jeans tonight.

"That would be really nice, thank you very much." I gave him a smile and he grinned back at me then ran off to go and get some clothes while I stood there with a towel wrapped around me and the cold air hitting my exposed legs.
Franks such a nice guy, I feel horrible for slapping him earlier.

"You alright?" I jumped again as I realised that Gerard was standing in front of me asking a question.

"I'm fine, why do you ask?"

"You were crying, I was wondering why." He said frowning slightly and quickly tried to wipe away the tears that had started to fall from my eyes.

"It's you guys, you're all being so nice to me and I'm not used to that. I mean, you don't even know me and you offered to let me stay on the bus and all of this other stuff."
Gerard smiled at me and gave me a hug, now I was internally having a full blown spazz attack, oh my god I was being hugged by Gerard Way.

Gerard was my idol but there was a noticeable difference in my pulse when it was Frank's arms.

"It's no problem, but what do you mean by not being used to having people be nice to you? What about your parents and friends?" He let me go and I adjusted the towel around me.

"Uh, it's not important you don't have to know about it." Gerard understood that I didn't want to say anything and gave me an accepting smile, not forcing me to say stuff I wanted to keep to myself.

"Okay, it's you business. I won't pry, I'm gonna make a cup of coffee do you want some tea or something like that?"

"Sure, tea sounds nice." Gerard nodded and went to walk off then stopped in his tracks and turned around.

"We've only got soy left is that alright?"

"Yep, I'm practically a vegan anyway, so it doesn't make much of a difference for me." I shrugged and he nodded and walked off.
A shiver ran through my body and I stood there waiting for Frank or Gerard to come back.
I looked to my right and saw the vacant living room, I wonder where Mikey, Ray and Bob are. Maybe they're in the kitchen with Gerard.

Frank come jogging back to the bathroom door with some clothes in his arms.

"Here you go, I know they're not very feminine or girlyish but these should be comfortable to sleep in."
I took the clothes from him and he gave me a huge grin that I returned. These guys smile a lot and to be honest all this smiling kinds hurts my face.
Frank chuckled as if he could hear what I was thinking and I stood there awkwardly for a moment. He looks kinda cute with that look in his face, I blushed and went to go back into the bathroom to get changed.

"One more thing." I stopped as he talked to me and waited for him to finish the sentence.

"Because you didn't have any panties I um, gave you some boxers. But I haven't worn them, I literally bought them two days ago so they're clean and everything and I'm not creepy or anything."
He was blushing and he rubbed his face with one hand while he rambled slightly.

"No it okay. Thanks, it was really sweet of you to think of that." I have him a smile and imagined that my cheeks were flaming red as I retreated into the bathroom to change.
I closed and locked the door behind me and put the clothes in the sink.
There was a large Slipknot T-shirt, a pair a pyjama pants and a pair of plain blue boxers.
Trying to be quick about it I unwrapped the towel and out put on the clothes.
Of course the shirt was a bit big, the boxers wouldn't stay up but the pants had an adjustable string so everything managed to stay up.
The only problem was that I didn't have a bra and with the shirt being loose everything felt a bit, uh, airy.

I unlocked and opened the door to see Frank leaning against the wall in front of it.
"Good the clothes are able to stay on you. Gerard's making some food for you to eat, he's the best cook out of us so you'd probably like his food more. Wanna come and sit on the couch while you wait?"
Without waiting for a response Frank took my arm and led me to the couch where I sat down near the side.
I looked at the carpeted floor which appeared to have some water on it, likely from me coughing up the river earlier.

"Do you need a hair brush or something? Gerard has one if I remember right, after all he's got the longest hair out of all of us. Well, except for Ray, but he's got more of a fro so I'm not sure if it counts."
Geez, Frank talks a lot, but it was nice because I didn't feel like I was obligated to talk all of the time for once in my life.

I looked down at the scratch on my arm, it had stopped bleeding but it still stung slightly. Ugh I hate cutting myself even if I cut the tip of my finger while slicing something up I'd feel sick.

"You alright? You're looking a bit uncomfortable, is it your arm?" Frank moved closer to me and tried to follow my gaze.

"Yeah, it hurts a bit." I said touching the cut and instantly regretting it because the stinging sensation tripled.

"Here let me have a look at it, I'm not a doctor but I have a pretty good idea what I'm doing with injuries." He took my arm and turned it over, examining the cut from different angles.
At some point, like me, he touched the cut and I responded by instantly attempting to pull my arm back. Which didn't work because he was much stronger than me.

"Ow! Attached to human being if you don't mind!" He laughed as I whinged but he stopped trying to touch the cut.

"Sorry, I'm so used to hurting myself that I'm nearly pain proof. I didn't mean to hurt you. On the bright side I can easily fix it." I covered up the wound and gave him a suspicious look.

"Depends, are you gonna poke it again?" He chuckled at my question that I'd asked with no intention of it sounding funny.

"No I won't, I promise. Just close your eyes okay?" At those words my suspicion went through the roof.

"Why do I have to close my eyes?"

"Calm down I'm not going to do anything bad. It's magic and I can't let you see, that's the rules. Close your eyes and don't peek."
It took a lot of self convincing but I managed to make myself close my eyes and let Frank do whatever magic trick it was that made him think he could fix my cut arm.
To distract myself from opening my eyes I started talking to him.

"You know this kind of reminds me of the Greek fable about Cupid and Psyche." I said, my eyes scrunched tightly, I could only feel him moving around beside me.

"Oh yeah? Can you tell me about it?"

"I can't remember the exact story because its been a while."

"That doesn't matter, just tell me what you can remember." Frank said continuing to move around.

"Long ago there was a girl called Psyche and she had two older sisters who wanted to get married but couldn't because Psyche was so beautiful that all men fell in love with only her. Psyche didn't want to be married, all she wanted to do was read and be among nature."
As I continued to talk he pressed his hand against my arm and something warm ran down my hand.

"After a couple of years her sisters began to despise her because she had so many men in love with her but she refused to choose one and fall in love. So one day she went into the forest and prayed to Cupid, she said 'pick two of my suiters and shoot them with an arrow from your bow so my sisters may have love.' Because her plight was so selfless Cupid listened to her and shot the first two suiters he could find." My arm started to tingle and the temptation to peek increased but I said that I was going to keep my eyes shut so I did.

"The sisters were happy because they found men who loved them but Psyche was still surrounded by men that loved her and now seeing her beauty and selflessness Cupid was in love as well. So he put an invisible hedge of thorns around her so any man who approached her would be pricked by the thorns."

"That's a bit mean." Frank said and I laughed a little bit.

"It is, let me finish talking though."

"Fine, continue."

"Psyche was unable to talk to anyone or fall in love so she became unhappy and depressed. Cupid seeing what he did sent the winds down to collect her in her sleep do they could bring her to his castle."
Next to me Frank started snort laughing and a smile spread across my face.

"That sounds seriously fucked up. Oops sorry, you asked me not to talk."

"S'okay. Anyways she woke up in the castle to find a luxurious bath already drawn for her, so she bathed. When finished, invisible servants dried her off and gave her a beautiful dress to wear. She was then led to a table which was heaped with multitudes of beautiful and exotic food, she was presented with a golden plate and chalice."
My arm continued to tingle then it suddenly stopped, leaving my arm feeling only warm.

"She asked the invisible servants why she was in the castle and without them speaking aloud she was told that she'd been chosen as the mortal wife of a god. But she wouldn't be allowed to see him straight away. She wasn't allowed to search for him and during night she was to sleep without a light on. What? No comment about how creepy that is?" I asked Frank who was being very silent next to me.

"You asked me to be quiet and I'm keeping it zipped."

"Suit yourself. Psyche accepted what had happened and was grateful to be taken to such a beautiful place. She was given a hound that would follow her around and she'd explore the castle and its grounds with the dog. Each night she'd bathe, dress and be taken to dinner by the invisible servants." Frank had taken his hand off me but I continued to talk because I wanted to finish the story.

"One night her husband came to her but she couldn't see him. He asked her if she was happy there and she said that she was except she missed her sisters. The next day the castle doors opened and both of her sisters were whisked in by the wind."
Without opening my eyes I crossed my legs in front of me.

"Her sisters were bewildered after being taken from their comfortable homes by the wind and were panicked until they saw Psyche. She greeted them and showed them about the castle and when night came they received similar treatment to Psyche. They were bathed, then dried, dressed and taken to the dinner table where they were presented with a huge feast. After seeing how Psyche lived they became jealous, they had all the same things except of less value."

"What does that mean?" Frank asked me in the middle of a sentence and I sighed and tried to explain as best as I could.

"Psyches sisters had both married into royalty, but they had plain visible servant and the plates they ate off were gold plated instead of solid gold, the chalices they drank from were encrusted with less valuable gems."

"They sound like snooty bitches." I laughed at Franks comment, I'd always thought the same thing when I heard this story.

"Pretty much. But let me get back to the story. Psyches sisters were petty and didn't think that she deserved all the things she had. So they tried to convince her horrible things about her husband, they told her that he might be some dangerous monster that planned to eat her. Psyche was upset that her sisters could say such mean things and felt upset so the winds took them away, back to their homes."
I yawned and stretched an arm out then felt something on my skin tear, I yelped and opened my eyes immediately.
Frank was unbuckling a spiked wristband, which he threw across the room.

"I'm sorry, that was that stupid thing. Your arm touched it, close your eyes again and I'll fix it. I promise."
I did as he asked and closed my eyes for the second time, hoping that I wouldn't get cut again.

"Continue with the story to take your mind off it." Like before Frank started moving around next to me.

"Uh, P-Psyche went to her room to cry about how hateful her sisters seemed, she ended up falling asleep while crying. Around midnight Psyche woke up to the sound of breathing next to her. She'd been asked not to have a light on during the night but she wanted to prove her sisters wrong and know that her husband was not a monster. Psyche carefully lit a candle on the bedside table."

"That sounds like a bad choice." Frank said as he put his hand on my arm for the second time. My arm immediately responded by tingling intensely.

"Of course it was a bad choice. Psyche gently climbed out of the bed and with the candle she snuck quietly over to her husbands side of the bed. She held the candle near his pillow and leant forward to see the most beautiful angelic man ever. Instantly she knew that her husband was the god of love himself, Cupid. He was so handsome that she couldn't help but lean in to give him a kiss on the cheek."

"When does the bad part happen?" Frank asked tightening his hand around my arm.

"Sshh, you're gonna ruin it." I said giving him a light slap on the hand with my unrestrained hand. He only chuckled and I hoped that he'd keep quiet so I could finish my story.

"Psyche leant in to give Cupid a kiss on the check but accidentally put the candle too close to his face and a single drop of burning wax landed on his cheek and he immediately awoke, he was angry because he'd asked her not to look at him. She apologised and told him how much she loves him. 'How can you know a thing about love when you can't even trust' he said. In seconds the beautiful castle disappeared from around her and she stood in a forest of dead trees and brambles."
I felt tears fall down my cheeks, this part of the story always made me cry because I felt sorry for her.

"In seconds Psyche had lost the one thing that mattered most to her, Cupid. All because she couldn't resist the urge to peek. Some legends say that Psyche spent decades wandering through the forest until Athena took pity on her and turned her into a barn owl that will forever wander the world saying 'who' wondering if the person she heard was her Cupid."

"That's really sad." Frank said next to me as more tears fell down my face.

"I know, but do you want to hear the version that I prefer?"

"Sure."

"Another legends says that Cupid forgave Psyche when he saw how stricken she was. He took her back to the castle and they spent eternity together." I concluded the story and listened to Frank as he started talking next to me.

"I think I like that story more. It's cheesy but every story should have a happy ending."

"I agree." I said and without meaning to I opened my eyes and looked at Frank.

Before I could close my eyes again my brain registered everything that had been in my field of vision.
I saw the cut on my arm closing and the blood from Franks hand running over it and down the rest of my arm.

"HOLY FU-" Before I could get out the rest of the words Frank put his hand over my mouth and blocked the long list of profanities that I'd planned to shout.
I felt the blood from his cut hand touch my mouth and I jerked back against the couch.

"Please stop. Don't say anything, just let me explain." My heart was going at a million miles an hour and I felt like I was about to start hyperventilating any second now.
Frank went to stand up and I moved further away from him on the couch.

"Talk fast and if you touch me I'll start screaming bloody murder."
He moved back and I kept my legs pulled up to my chest and far away from him.

"I'm different from other people I've got this special thing that I can do. All I was trying to do was heal your arm, I promise. It's just that I need to use my blood to heal. Seriously I wasn't trying to hurt you or do anything weird, look I can heal myself as well." Frank held his hand up and I watched the wound in his palm close up by itself.

Without meaning to I screamed and Franks eyes widened. "Stop, please. Gerard will kill me for this, oh shit you've done it now."
Gerard appeared in the doorway and switched between staring and Frank, the blood on my arm and the blood on my face.

"What the fuck were you trying to do?! Frank, were you gonna turn her?!"

Turn...what the fucks happening?!

Gerard went from standing in the doorway to standing next to me in under a second.
I screamed again and louder this time, Mikey, Ray and Bob appeared in living room at the same speed that Gerard moved.

"Not you Gerard. You can't be a freak like Frank and not the rest of the guys as well. What's happening!? This is how I'm gonna die isn't it, you're all demons of some sort and I'm gonna die."
I closed my eyes and started praying to a god that I never believed in. How was I supposed to pray anyway, I'd never gone to church once in my life.

"Fallyn. Stop were not going to hurt you, we're not demons or anything like that." Carefully I looked up to see Gerard kneeling next to me on the floor.

"What are you then? Because the guys at school are nothing like any if you and I know that."
Tears started falling down my face, I wasn't sure why exactly, probably because I'd just found out that the one band in the world that made me feel normal were actual freaks.

"We're....mortally challenged."

"Speak like a normal fucking person, nows not the time for hidden metaphors!" I yelled while pulling my knees to my chest once more and trying to take breaths that wouldn't come to me.

"We're vampires, I guess that, that would be the correct terminology." I didn't know how to respond and just hid my face in the gap between my knees and my chest.

"You're lying, you can't be v-v-vampires, they don't exist and they're dead. You can't walk and talk if your heart isn't beating its a scientific fact."
Gerard put his hand on my shoulder and I shrugged it off, I didn't want anyone touching me right now.

"Fallyn, look at me and I'll show you, please." It took everything in me took look up at Gerard. He looked the same as he did from the interviews I'd seen him in, almost shoulder length black hair, hazel eyes.
Then he smiled at me, with his teeth showing and I saw his canine teeth lengthen and sharpen into points.

"HOLY FUCKING HELL!" I screamed pushing myself further back on the couch, I wanted to disappear.

I wanted to be at home with my Mum who didn't care enough, I wanted to be back at Katelyn's house watching Disney movies and jokingly singing along during the sing scores.
I wanted to be back on Widows Arch Bridge or any place that was far away from them.

I looked at Frank, his teeth looked the same as Gerard's, vampire teeth.

"No, no, no. I don't want this, I wish that I died when I jumped off that stupid bridge." I gasped with tears rolling down my face, I could get any air and I was panicking more and more.

Finally the need for air disappeared and the world fell into blackness around me.