**Gerard's POV**


The night Rosalie spent at my dorm was the first night I had ever dreamed as I vampire. I didn’t even know that was possible. In my dream, we were lying in the garden where she found out the truth. We were just staring at each other. The moonlight made her skin glow, and made her features soft, but prominent. The iciness of her eyes glowed like sunlight on fresh snow. This girl was beautiful, and I wanted her to be mine. But each time I would try and reach out to her, she would cry out in pain. After trying to touch her arm or her face numerous times, I finally touched her arm. Her whole body writhed in pain as I withdrew my hand, frightened.

“Rosalie, I’m sorry! I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you!” I would yell, but she couldn’t hear me. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she screeched in agony. I looked at my hands in disbelief. I looked back up when I saw her turn to me out of the corner of my eye. Her eyes shone bright with tears, and a look of hatred and pure disgust masked her face.

“You are a monster.” She seethed, getting up, and walked into the darkness beyond the garden.

“Rose! Rose! ROSALIE!” I called out, but she was gone. I sat there, holding back tears. Only moments after, I was woken up my creaky footsteps along the floor. I sighed in relief that the dream was over, but punishing thoughts still lingered in my head. “You shouldn’t have kissed her. You are going to get attached, and hurt her. Like you did in the dream. You’ll hurt her.” I thought. I pushed the ugly thought away, out of my head when I heard her sit down beside me. I opened my eyes sleepily, and saw her face smiling sheepishly in front of me.

“I thought vampires didn’t sleep.” She teased. “Yeah, and I thought we didn’t dream.” I thought to myself, but a grin spread across my face.

“Nah, that’s bullshit. We sleep.” I laughed, stretching my arms over my head. Rosalie smiled faintly, and looked down, picking at her shoelaces. I quickly got up and speeded to my room, slipping of my clothes from the previous night and put on a white dress shirt, and rolled the sleeves up. I pulled out my favorite black vest and slipped that on. Then, I pulled some black skinny jeans and put those on, along with my black converse. I did this all so fast (thanks to my vampire “abilities”) that Rose was sitting in the same position. I walked over to her, and extended my hand. I withdrew a bit, remembering my dream.

“You’ll hurt her.” A voice nagged in the back of my mind, but I ignored it. She looked up at my open hand and gave me a look of utter confusion, which I thought was really adorable.

“C’mon. I don’t bite.” I winked. She opened her mouth to say something witty back to me, but closed it and took my hand. Her fingers laced into mine as I pulled her up. I shivered at her touch. It was so foreign to me, so new.

I had denied myself human contact until now, always afraid I’d hurt someone. This thought gnawed on my insides. I just had to be careful; I couldn’t let my emotions get the best of me.

“Where are we going?” she asked as I walked her out the door, still holding onto her hand.

“Well, Brandon is with Nina, so I thought we’d go stop by your dorm so you can get changed and say hi. And then we’re gonna go out.” I stated, a smile creeping into my face. I slowed my pace to walk besides her. We walked in silence for a minute or two. I could hear the geese as they flew down south, to where it would be hot and sunny. Ew.

“The sun doesn’t bother you?” she asked suddenly, looking down at her feet.

“Nah. If I’m out in it for too long, I get like a sunburn sort of thing. Which kinda hurts, but living here makes that a small risk. Besides, I like the cold.” I replied, matter-of-factly. New York had very cold and cloudy winter seasons. Yeah, it got hot and humid in the summer, but that season was short around here.

“Yeah, I like the cold too.” she murmured as we continued the walk to her dorm. She moved closer to me, which made my heart flutter. I pressed my lips into a thin line, resisting the itching urge to wrap my hand around her waist. After about five minutes, we had reached the dorm. She led me to her dorm on the second floor. Before opening the door, she turned to me.

“Okay, as you know, Nina is a little bit of a spaz. She’s probably going to make jokes about spending the night, so I just want you to be prepared.” she said, pointing at the door behind me. I scoffed and nodded my head. I really didn’t care what Nina had to say, because I could already hear the jokes emanating from her mind. Yes, I can read people’s minds, how cliché. Only when they left their mind open though. Rose was locked up tight. She sighed and turned, opening the door. I followed her inside, knowing what was going on. I tried to hold back my laughter until I saw it for myself.

Nina and Brandon were on the couch making out. Nina was not decent, so I averted my eyes. It was not right to look when a girl was only in her underclothes.

“Ohmygosh!” Rose yelled, and covered her eyes. I finally starting cracking up, and eventually she did too, uncovering her eyes. “Sorry!” she choked out, tears streaming down her face. Nina glared at both of us, which I found even more funny.

“Rosalie! Please, warn me when you’re coming home!” Nina said, a hint of laughter in her voice. She quickly grabbed a nearby shirt and threw it on. Brandon was sitting sheepishly on the couch, looking down at his hands. Rosalie let go of my hand and walked over towards Brandon. She leaned down, whispering something in his ear.

They both went into her room and she closed the door. A rush of jealousy clouded my thoughts. “No Gerard. There’s no reason to be jealous. She’s not even your girlfriend.” I said to myself as Nina rested her head in her hands, looking smugly at me.

“Soooo, Gerard. What did you and Rosalie do last night? The Frick-Frack?” She giggled, wiggling her eyebrows. I frowned.

“I would never do that to a woman without her consent. We barely even know each other.” I grumbled, crossing my arms. I knew Rose had more respect for herself than Nina did, and probably didn’t intend to “Frick-Frack” any time soon, with anyone.

“Lighten up, I was kidding. I’m going to start calling you Whiney Way.” She laughed, and I couldn’t repress a smile. Brandon walked out of her room, looking confused. I didn’t want to know what had happened, so I didn’t ask. Nina rushed Brandon like a quarterback, almost tackling him to the ground. They laughed together and started to kiss. I had to look away. I knew if I did that, I would probably kill someone with my strength. I constantly had to remind myself; gentle, gentle, gentle.

Not being able to stand the sloppy sound of their kissing anymore, I left them to their own and went and knocked on Rosalie’s door. There was no response, so I figured she was in the bathroom. I carefully pushed the door open, revealing a room draped with band posters… good ones, that is. Her bed was made nicely, unlike mine which was always a mess. Her desk caught my eye, and I walked over to it.

I pulled out a portfolio that rested behind the desk, but was visible. I opened the latch and pulled to large pieces of paper out. I gently rested them on the desk, eager to observe what she had created. The first one I spotted was a peculiar drawing of an eye… my eye. It looked so realistic, I stared in awe. Every detail of my eye she had gotten correct. The color, the shape of my brow, everything. My eyes wandered over to the second picture. I leaned down, putting my hands on the desk to examine it closer. The piece stung my heart once I had realized what it was about. I didn’t realize that she felt this way. Depression was written in her neat scrawl. I decided I wouldn’t’ bring it up for now.

I jerked my head up when I heard her clear her throat, and my whole body stopped working. She was utterly amazing. The dark colors she was wearing made her skin almost glow with radiance. I gripped the chair, at a loss for words. She looked at me skeptically.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I hope you don’t mind. Uh, you look… really beautiful.” I blurted out, and straightened up. She began to blush viciously, which made my grip on the chair tighten,

What I hadn’t thought about too much was her scent. The smell that she emits made my mouth water, and it was all because of her blood. She must be AB-, the rarest and… I hate to say it, but tastiest of all blood types. I had enough self-control when she wasn’t blushing, but when her heart started to race or she blushed I had to keep it in, and not let her see the bloodthirsty monster I am.


“Thanks.” she mumbled, walking towards me. ”Control yourself, Gee.” I thought as she stood beside me. Trying to distract myself, I picked up the drawing of my eye.


“Is this supposed to be my eye?” I questioned. She nodded sheepishly. “Well, it’s fuckin’ fantastic.” I smiled, putting them both away. Her lips hesitantly formed a smile.

“Thank you. Now, where are we going?” she said. I struggled not to smile and violently shook my head.


“You’ll have to wait and see.” I chortled. I had bought two tickets, thinking I would only need one. But now that she’s here I figured hey, why not? She looked at me, confused. Before she had the chance to say anything else I grabbed her hand and walked out of her room. She and I walked down the stairs, and out the door. Without thinking, I hoisted her up onto my back and ran in the direction of my car. Judging by the sun, it was only a little past one. She screamed in laughter, and clutched onto my shoulder. “YOU’RE GOING TO HURT HER!” my instincts screamed, and I realized what I was doing. I skidded to a halt in front of my car, parked outside the dorms. I carefully let her slide off of my back, hoping she wouldn’t be too frightened.

“After you, ma ’dam.” I said in a very bad British accent, as I opened the passenger door and bowed. I held back laughing at my own stupidity.

“Why thank you.” Rose replied, giggling in an equally bad accent. She hopped into the car, and I ran to the driver side. I was already driving when she had just clicked her seatbelt. Turning on the radio, Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit” began to blast.

“Trust me, Rose. You’re gonna love this.” I said, grinning. She huffed.

“I hope.” She looked out the window.

“Alright Gerard. Just remember, control yourself. Do. Not. Hurt. Her.”. I thought and gripped the steering wheel. I knew it was hopeless trying to suppress my feeling for her, but I had to try. I didn’t want her to get hurt.


**Rosalie’s POV**


“Geeeeeeeeee, please tell me where we’re going!” I pleaded, clasping my hands together and shaking them in his face. He smiled slyly, flipping some hair out of his face.

“No, you have to wait and see.” He said, focusing on the road. I made a loud sound of defeat, trying to get his attention, but it didn’t work. I played with the dial on the car radio, but there was nothing on. Luckily, he had an audio jack in here, so I plugged my phone into it and searched through my music. I found a playlist called “Compositions” and it immediately confused me. Once I looked at the music, my childhood came flooding back to me so violently I dropped my phone. At the sound of my phone thudding against the car floor he looked over.

“You okay?” He laughed. I blushed, tilting my face away.

“Just dandy.” I strained, reaching for my phone and grabbing it. The compositions album was all music I had made myself. I played the piano and guitar when I was younger; when my mother wasn’t home, of course. I had written quite a couple songs, along with some instrumental pieces. I scrolled through the memories, smiling at them. These were recent, probably a year or two before I came to college.

While scrolling, I accidently hit a song I wrote called “I Don’t Love You” and to my horror, my piano started to play. I saw Gerard freeze up as I began to sing.

"Well, when you go
Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay
And maybe when you get back
I'll be off to find another way…"

I fumbled to turn it off, or unplug it but my hands were stopped by Gerard. He gripped my hands, preventing me from doing anything. My cheeks burned fiercely, tears welling in my eyes from embarrassment. “This always happens in his fucking car. Damn it all.” I thought to myself and he took my phone out of my hands, and put it in his lap.

“When you go
Would you even turn to say
"I don't love you
Like I did
Yesterday"

My voice was soft against the piano. I closed my eyes trying to block the sound out, but seconds after the chorus ended the music stopped. The car had stopped as well, and I saw we were at a red light. I turned and saw Gerard staring at me in disbelief.

“What?” I murmured, scratching the back of my head, careful not to mess up my bow.

“What? What? Did you write this song?” He said, shaking the phone in my face.

“Yes! I did! So what?!” I said annoyed. I was getting more and more embarrassed. I noticed he was gripping the steering wheel so hard it was starting to bend. A thought flashed across my mind. “Don’t make him angry, you idiot.” I relaxed my gaze and rested my hands in my lap.

“Rosalie, this… is amazing. Why aren’t you singing? Hell, why aren’t you in a band? Why aren’t you at Julliard?” He accused. I sighed and lowered my head.

“I’m too afraid.” I whispered. He grabbed my chin and tilted it upwards.

“Well you shouldn’t be. You’re amazing. Absolutely fantastic.” He beamed. I smiled at his comment. No one has ever said that to me before.

He let his hand drop and dug the phone out of his lap. He handed it to me, and I took it, laughing. Then I noticed the light was green and there were about 10 cars honking at us.

“Oh shit!” He laughed and stepped on the gas. I giggled as we began to speed down the streets. We chatted for a while until we pulled up to a gigantic building. I recognized it right away. My mouth dropped open in awe.

“Majestic Theatre??!! Oh my god!!” I breathed in. “What are we doing here…? We aren’t seeing… are we? “I gasped jumping up and down in my seat. I unbuckled myself and tucked my knees under me, propping myself up so I was taller. He grinned widely and nodded.

“YOU ARE TAKING ME TO SEE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA?” I screamed and covered my mouth. He laughed.

“Yup.” He popped the ‘p’. I squealed and leaned over, hugging him, and probably smothering him. He stiffened, his hands out in the air at his sides. Slowly, they found their place and I squeezed him.

“Why? Why would you spend so much money on me?” I exasperated, pulling away. He shrugged, still smiling.

“Cmon! We got orchestra seats!” He laughed, racing out of the car and opening the door for me. I quickly got out and began to run towards the doors. I jumped in happiness as he followed close behind. We went through the process of giving the tickets, and finding our seats. After about 15 minutes, the show began.


(Spoilers for POTO, if you haven’t seen/ watched it, GO DO IT. NOW.)

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“Oh, that is my favorite musical ever.” I breathed, as we walked out into the chilly night air. “She wanted to be with the Phantom, but she knew things would be better with Raoul. She loved them both. But Raoul couldn’t give her everything she wanted; music, and Erik could! But his face would have never been sociably acceptable at the time. Oh gosh, I could go on about it forever.” I jumbled. I looked up and saw Gerard was frowning. When he saw me gazing at him, it turned into a smile.

“I really liked the music.” He said, unlocking the car. I nodded as I slipped inside the door he had opened for me. We started driving away from the Theatre.

“Thank you, Gee. That was really great.” I smiled.

“No problem, I loved it. But we’re not done yet.” He said slyly. I gave him a look which sent him into a fit of laughter. What else could we be doing? It was already 5 o’clock.

**Gerard’s POV**


When she had hugged me, I swear, if my heart were still beating it would’ve stopped. I threw my hands out to my side, scared I would crush her fragile figure. I eventually succumbed to her, and embraced her. And damn it felt good.

This was my first time seeing POTO, and I really fuckin’ enjoyed it. I could really relate to Erik. He had given Christine everything. But because of what he was… a monster… their love was impossible. This nagged me as we walked out the doors.

“Oh, that is my favorite musical ever.” She sighed “She wanted to be with the Phantom, but she knew things would be better with Raoul. She loved them both. But Raoul couldn’t give her everything she wanted; music, and Erik could! But his face would have never been sociably acceptable at the time. Oh gosh I could go on about it forever.” She jumbled. This comment struck me hard. I was Erik. She was Christine. I was the monster who just wanted to give her everything, but I couldn’t. I frowned until I saw her looking up at me with concern filled eyes. I put on a smile.

“I really liked the music.” I said, unlocking the car. She nodded as I opened the door for her and she slipped inside. I walked over to the driver side, started the car, and rolled out of the parking area.

“Thank you, Gee. That was really great.” She smiled at me.

“No problem, I loved it. But we’re not done yet.” I said slyly. She gave me a look so ridiculous that I cracked up. “Just wait, it’s not far.” I said and stepped on the gas.

**Rosalie’s POV**


We stepped out of the car in front of a building that read 230 fifth. Gerard motioned for me to follow him and I cautiously strode up beside him.

“You know I’m only 20, right?” I whispered to him.

“You look older, and besides, you’re with me. You won’t get carded I promise.” He whispered back. The bouncer shot me a look, and opened his mouth to say something. Gerard looked right into his eyes and the bouncer fell silent, gazing ahead at nothing. He motioned us to go in, and I stared at Gerard in shock.

“Did you just use Jedi mind tricks to get an underage into a bar?” I gasped dramatically. He shot up his hands, waving them in front of my face in circles.

“These are not the droids you’re looking for.” He said mystified. I laughed as we entered the bar. There was laughter and chatter all around us. I made a pathetic squeaking noise and drew close to Gerard. God I hate people.

We found a nice table near the performers who were playing and ordered our drinks. I was surprised when he ordered a vodka and cranberry when I had ordered a margarita. I gave him a questionable look and he flashed his pearly whites at me.

“I don’t get drunk, sugar.” He said. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach at the sound of him calling me sugar. I blushed as our drinks arrived. I took a sip of mine and savored the bittersweet taste.

“Mmm.” I said, closing my eyes. He chuckled and set his drink aside.

“Rose, I really think you should consider a music career.” He said seriously. I looked down at my drink and shrugged.

“Maybe after college.” I said, trying to get him to drop the subject.

“I could sing with you.” He said abruptly. I shot my head up to look at him.

“Gerard, that’s crazy.” I laughed nervously.

“No it’s not! Watch!” He grinned, getting up from the table. I gulped and felt sweat form on my brows. He walked over to the musicians who were packing up and whispered something to the one who was handling the CD’s and extra music. He laughed and nodded at Gerard.

“Fuck.” I said as Gerard waved me up to the stage. I slowly got up, shaking, and walked up onto the stage.

“Just watch that screen. I’m sure you won’t need to though.” He whispered in my ear and handed me a microphone. I just nodded, too frightened to speak.

“Alright ladies and gents! We’re gonna have a little karaoke sesh! First up is Gerard and Rosalie, singing “Phantom of the Opera” from the one of a kind musical!” The “DJ” yelled into the microphone. I shot Gerard a venomous look, and mouthed “Are you fucking kidding me? Really?” He shrugged, laughing. “Sorry.” He mouthed as the music began to play. There were a few whistles, and I tried my best to focus on the music. I took a deep breath and began to sing.

“In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came…
That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name,
And do I dream again, for now I find…
The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind.”

I felt really good, the anxiety melting away as I get into the song. Gerard turns to me, acting all dramatic, and strutting towards me. I laugh as he begins to sing his part.

“Sing once again with me, our strange duet…
My power over you, grows stronger yet,
And though you turn from me, to glance behind
The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind.”

His voice fills me from my head to my toes, and almost puts me into a trace. I don’t know how he says I’m a good singer, when he has the voice of a fucking angel. I get really into it this time and draw close to him.

“Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear…
I am the mask you wear,”
He continues and we begin to sing together.
“It’s me they hear…”
G-“My spirit and your voice, in one combined… the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind!
R-“Your spirit and my voice, in one combined… the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind!

G-“In all your fantasies, you always knew… that man and mystery,”
R-“Were both in you…”
Together- “And in this labyrinth, where night is blind, the Phantom of the Opera is here, inside your/my mind!”

We finish off with me showing off my high notes as he says “Sing for me, my angel of music!”. We end in each other’s arms, breathing heavily, The crowd cheers, and there are many drunken whistles. He smiles at me and lets go, holding my hand above our heads. We bow, and run off stage back to our table where our drinks have gone warm.

“You were fantastic!” I say to him as he leaves money on the table and we make our way out. “I’ve always wanted to do that. I always wanted to be Christine.” I sigh.

“You were amazing, Rosalie. I told you we could sing together. We’d be great.” He says, opening the door for me once more. I think about what he said as we begin to drive home.

“I guess you’re right Gerard. I guess I could join the elite singing group if they would take me. You would have to, too. And thank you. For everything you’ve done for me. I hope it can be like this all the time.” I point at him. He gives me a smile, but remains silent. For some reason, he looks pained. I purse my lip, leaning back in the chair. All of a sudden, sleep sweeps over me like a wave and I am out like a light.

I wake up briefly, in periods. I remember being carried up stairs, and having my shoes slipped off my feet. And then, someone pulling the covers up to my chin. I remember a kiss on my forehead, and a faint whisper.

“I wish it were easy Rosalie. But I’m not normal. I’m a monster. I hope you understand it can’t always be like this. I’m sorry. Goodnight.” The voice says painfully. I try to open my eyes, but they’re just too heavy.

“Gerard…” I call out instinctively, but I get no answer. I fall asleep, dreaming of Gerard, being Erik, the Phantom... so talented, so pure, but with a fatal flaw, something that is not his fault. And me being Christine, naíve, scared and alone, not ready for the world. Two one of a kind individuals who are in love.

A love that could never happen.

Notes

hOLY WOW CAN YOU SAY LONG CHAPTER
SORRY HAHAH
and ik ik I used "I don't love you" but in this universe there's no MCR
just like right noW
SORRY IM SORRY I JUST MADE MYSEL F CRY
Anyway

Can Gerard look past his fears of harming the one he loves most, or will he let that destroy the only chance of love that he has?

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