The World Is Ugly, But You're Beautiful To Me

Fallyn's POV

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"Gee, Mikey!" I ran over to them as fast as I could, barely keeping myself upright before falling down in front of them, I didn't know what to say or what to do.

Taking a look at them, on the ground and covered in blood sent a shot of fear through me, thinking that they were dead but the logical part of me kept repeating over and over that they were vampires and shouldn't be able to die.

I was in front of my brothers, on my knees and shaking them as hard as I possibly could, trying to get them to wake up, talk to me or at the very least move. Anything that would show they were still alive and not dead like my worst fears told me they were, it was the most terrifying thing to ever happen to me.

"Gee, Mikey! Wake up, please." Slowly Gerard lifted his head from Mikey's shoulder and opened his eyes, he wore a slightly dazed expression as if he'd just woken up from a bad dream and had to blink a couple of times before he looked at me clearly.

"Fallyn?" His voice sounded chocked as he righted himself, Mikey gradually waking up from his state as well while I sighed out of relief, seeing that my two brothers were safe and alive, just inexplicably covered in blood.

"Gerard, are you okay?" I asked, looking at him and the blood smeared across his chin, it wasn't pretty and I wasn't sure I wanted a reason for him to look as he did.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine but you're alive you're..." He didn't sat anything more and grabbed me by the arm, pulling my into his arms and hugging me so tight I felt like I couldn't breathe, this is very similar to what happened when I woke up.

"Fallyn?" It was Mikey speaking this time, his voice quiet and sounding like he'd just woken from a deep sleep, is that what they were doing out here in the rain?

"It's me, Mikes," I told him, barely getting the words out with my face crushed against Gerard's chest, he realized what he was doing to me wasn't something that could be considered comfortable didn't he?

"Gerard, I can't breathe!" I shouted, pushing him away and sucking in air, it being slightly difficult through the veil of torrential rain.

"How are you alive, how? Frank said you were dead and I heard the receptionist say it too." The next one to be hugging me was Mikey who was being a helluva lot more gentle than Frank, Ray, Bob or Gerard.

"You can thank Frank for that," I told him, repeating the exact same words I'd said to Ray and Bob.

"I will, as soon as we got on the because we need to get the hell out of here," Gerard got to his feet and helped me off the ground before Mikey stood up, "you agree, Frankie?" Gerard asked and I turned around, seeing Ray, Frank and Bob standing behind me and waiting for the hug fest to come to it's conclusion.

"Definitely." I smiled when Frank walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, instantly making me feel warmer even though I could feel his freezing fingertips and knew he was soaked to the bone from the rain, hell we all were.

It was a battle as we walked, me finding it more difficult to move than the rest of the guys and also having trouble keeping the same pace which caused Frank to scoop me up in his arms, my head resting on his chest as the band ran through the rain and wind.

The storm had gotten worse and worse, it was truly like nothing I'd ever seen before. It made me think of all the storm reports you'd see on tv, the storms with names that would manage to take down whole towns and kill tens of thousands of people before moving on to leave an even longer trail of destruction.

I'd agreed to leave with the band despite wanting to grab a microphone and yell for an entire day about the kind of person Jules was but I was still worried about Katelyn's parents. They were the only people in Blackford who'd never wronged me and I hated to think of something bad happening to them like their house being destroyed or getting caught up in a flood and I didn't even want to think about them getting killed.

I couldn't care less if the entire town was ruined, if everyone got killed.
I just wanted to see Vicky and Joel be okay.

It wasn't long until we came to the bus and the doors quickly opened, the whole band rushing up the stairs and info the living room, Frank refusing to out me down until we were sitting down on the couch which probably wasn't the best idea considering how wet we were.

"Are you feeling better?" Frank asked, pushing my soaked hair out of my face so I could see again and I smiled at him before nodding.

It was hard to believe that I was so close from ever being able to experience this again, the feeling of Frank's arms around me, the shine he got in his eyes when he was truly happy and the smile on his face that he showed only me.

"Mmm-hmm," I nodded and gave him a brief kiss before standing up, it would have been perfectly fine for me to continue sitting on his lap and kissing him but I had to change out of my clothes, the band mightn't be able to catch a cold or freeze to death but I could, "I'll be right out," I added before going into the bunks.

My duffle-bag was still in my bunk from the last time I'd used it and I started pulling clothes out, looking through the bag for a shirt and pair of pants that I could fit into, of course the only clean pair of jeans were a size too big but I didn't really care that much, I just wanted to get changed into something warm and dry.

After finding some clothes I locked myself in the bathroom and pulled off the few layers I had on, throwing my shirt and pants in the bin since I doubted they could be saved even after being sewn up. I put my own clothes and immediately felt a lot warmer and happier, it made me feel as if I'd removed every remnant of this town, the only reminder being the shaking of the bus from the wind as we tried to leave.

When I came out of the bathroom with a towel around my showers I found Frank on the couch with a dry clothes, a white, coffee mug in his hands and a gentle smile on his face that were even more warming than the drink.

"I made you something to warm you up," he told me as I sat on the couch next to him, crossing my legs and taking the cup, "we're gonna be out of Blackford soon. Do you think you're ready to go to Jersey and meet your parents?"

I was delighted when I brought the cup to my lips and tasted hot chocolate, not as delighted when Frank put fresh thoughts of my family into my head. They were people I'd known and forgotten completely about, the only mention I'd ever hear of the Way parents was in magazines and at the time I'd thought of them as the parents of two of my favorite musicians, not my own parents and the transition was hard to deal with.

What if I didn't turn out like they wanted me to?
What if they didn't love me as much now as they did when I was little?
What if they don't love me at all?

"Gerard called them when we were coming to get you, your mom and dad can't wait to see you," Frank said, his voice and the feeling of his shoulder against my side easing any of my worries in one go.

"Are you sure?" My voice sounded like I was on the verge of having a panic attack which was strange since I felt so calm on the inside, it was the first time something like that had happened, maybe I'm still in shock after coming out of...uh, death.

"I'm sure, they love you and they miss you. Gerard sent her a photo of you and I think she started crying." I smiled slightly, it was strange to have someone I could never remember meeting missing me and crying over me.

"I wonder if I'll ever get my memories back of them," I wondered aloud before taking another sip of the drink Frank had made for me and resting my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes briefly and resting.

"You might but you might have to go to a therapist for help." I snorted at the idea, I never wanted to go to a therapist, it didn't matter what reason I had, a therapist was my idea of a nightmare and there was no way in earth anyone could make me see one.

"Seriously? You think I'm gonna go to a therapist? My best friend is a dead angel I talk to, the guy I'm in love with is a vampire and so are my brothers and my friends, I was killed by a a ghost and a girl at my old school who also murdered my best friend, the angel. A psychologist would have a fucking field day with me!" My voice sounded outraged and I could feel Frank shaking from laughter despite him trying to remain as quiet as possible, he knew how all over the place my life was, it was like a ballon dropping from a ten story building.

"Okay, I understand. But you might need hypnotherapy or something to help you bring back all your memories, chances are you've got them buried pretty deep and they'll be hard to get back but then again your parents might never let you out of the house again..." I wouldn't be too shocked if they locked me in a room for the rest of eternity but they didn't have too much to worry about, I had Frank and the guys now so I think I'll be fine in case anyone tried to kidnap me ever again.

I wonder where I'll stay when I go back, will they have a bedroom for me to stay in or maybe they might have moved so some point?

"Will I stay with them when I go back?" I wondered, trying to imagine what it'd be like staying in a house with people who would feel like total strangers.

"Uh, yeah I'd say so." Frank sounded unsure but it was stupid for me to ask him about it in the first place when the answer was so damn obvious, of course I was supposed to be staying with my parents, I was still a kid.

"Frankie, I don't want to stay with them, I want to stay with you," I mumbled, feeling my cheeks go red from how awkward I felt but knowing I needed to tell him what I thought sooner than later, I didn't want to put him him on the spot later on, he should have plenty of time to make a decision.

"Fal's, I'd love for you to but I'm not so sure about that. You should be staying with your parents and Gerard and Mikey probably wouldn't like you living with me too much and I'm really irresponsible. Sometimes I forget to go shopping for things and there can be things all over the place, my apartment is no place a girl should be living in." No matter how many negatives he came up with, being messy, forgetting to go shopping, my family not liking it but the main thing I focused on was him saying he would love for me to live with him.

"I don't care what they think and I don't care how your place looks. You make me feel safe and happy."

'And kinda tired', my brain finished, I was starting to get sleepy and found it hard to keep the coffee mug in my grip.

"I-I've never had a girl live with me before but I guess, maybe." Feeling satisfied for getting what I considered a solid response I smiled and kissed Frank on the cheek before making myself more comfortable on his shoulder as he out his arm around me.

"A couple of hours after saying we love each other and we're already moving in together...what would the neighbors think?" I asked, barely managing to force my sentence out as more than a faint mumble, my brain was gradually shutting down and the first thing it'd started with was my speech.

I could feel Frank's breath on my head before he pressed his lips against my still damp hair.

"They can think whatever they want, just as long as I have you."

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