Minutes to midnight

-Gerard's POV-

"I was just sitting there at this Metallica concert, but right in the middle of the song, the lights just went out, and the music stopped, and there were screams. Harsh screams. But by the time I had figured out what had been happening, I had been shot," I told Frank. I had been telling Frank about this odd dream I had had the night before, and how I could not get it out of my head.
As he was about to respond, he froze. Although he stopped breathing, he did not change position.
"F-Frank?" He did not respond. Instead, he stared deeply into eyes.
"I want you, Gee," he whispered. "I want your body, everything about you. Come here." I didn't know why he'd just stop right in the middle of a conversation to ask for sex, but I didn't question it. I decided to go along with it. Smirking quite a bit, I crawled over his body, hovering over him on the bed. With a devilish grin, I began to work off his shirt, then his pants. After I had finished undoing the button of his jeans, I allowed room for his hand to work off my shirt. After working off my shirt, Frank stopped, his body laying limp. I stared at him in confusion. Suddenly, his body started to change. His eyes blackened, his skin flaked. His voice had a bit of G-major as he spoke the words, "Goodnight."
Frank, not acting normal at all, grabbed me by my shoulders, throwing me across the room. He picked up the nearest vase and threw it at my head, just missing. He scowled at his miss and lunged his body towards mine. His body and voice turned back to normal as he leaned in about six inches from my face. "I still want you," Frank whispered again, fangs slowly emerging into his mouth. He licked his lips, which would normally turn me on, but this time I was far too terrified for that.
Out of sudden reaction, I hardly swiped the back of my hand across Frank's face. He jerked his head to the side as I did so, turning back seconds later with a devastated look smeared on his face.
I noticed tears streaming to his eyes, but these were no ordinary tears, it was blood. The bloody tear drops fell from his eyes onto the floor, leaving a small pattern, one droplet on top, and two others on the lower sides, looking like a triangle with unconnected sides. A three dotted triangle.
The tears had cleared from Frank's eyes, but he still had the same saddened look. I didn't know what to say. Without a single word, Frank's body slowly faded.



I had just awoken to my throbbing head, which had been throbbing pretty hard. I had noticed that Frank was up already, so I decided it was time to wake up, too. I think I should mention a dream that I had though. I mean, I couldn't remember it, nothing about it at all actually. I ignored the thought and went to go see where Frank and Mikey had wandered to. I walked to the kitchen, noticing Frank laying speechless on the floor with a broken mug along side him. I sat down on the floor beside him and swung my arm around his shaky shoulders.
"Frank, you okay?" I murmured, nipping the skin on his jaw a little.
"T-the w-wall..." He whispered in return. I looked up and noticed 'Frank Gerard Mike' smeared on the wall with blood, along with the same three dotted triangle that had been in my dream.

I had remembered my dream.

Notes

The last chapter was dedicated to my best friend, who's name is Alisia if you couldn't tell haha. I would've said it in the notes of the other chapter, but when I went to go edit it, Safari would crash. Yes I am writing this with an iPhone. Anyways, tell me how you like the story, what I should change/add, and I'll get right on it. Note: I am not good with any kind of smut, so please don't expect much, being I am an inexperienced 14 year old who hasn't even had their first kiss. Anyways, sorry for the long note. Tell me how you like it so far. Welcome to my fucked up mind.