Living in the Light

Why would he turn his back on us now? Tricking me into believing that he was my father. No one should ever do that, especially towards me.

We were now slowly backing up against the wall. My hand clutched tightly around Gerard's, who seemed to be slowly and gradually gaining his strength back. For a vampire thats pretty cool. My breathe was speeding up in fear of something extremely terrible might happen. Who am I kidding this was extremely terrible and the worst part of this was the fact that Lawrence noticed my fear.

He walked slowly up to me smiling. Making some water splash as he took each step. He came to a stop as he faced right in front of me, leaning down to close the distance a bit more and to make my fear tremble even more out of me.

“Young blood, cant you tell the difference between me and who you are?” Looking me dead in the eyes with his now crystal blue irises and inhaling my scent.

“You.” He said turning his attention straight to Gerard. He stood back up at full height which was a little bit taller than Gerard. “You have broken a universal supernatural code number six.” He paused to look at Gerard fully. Gee's expression was rock. I couldnt tell what he was feeling but in my gut its saying anger. He looked him back in the face and slapped him. He slapped him so hard Gerard went falling to the ground with a red hand print of the side of his face. I went diving for him. Making sure he was okay. I kneeled down to his side rubbing his back and holding his face. Studying the mark.

Lawrence turned on his heels and headed into the darkness. While the Banshees started humming a tune. It sounds so familiar. Like the one my mother used to sing to me when I had a night terror.

“Sleeping boy, rest your head
They arent gonna get you
My dearest love, shut your eyes
They arent gonna get you
Sleeping boy, have a dream
and sleep tight
Drink the milk, lay back down
They arent gonna get you.”

It scared me a little knowing that she sang that song after I had a night terror. I felt Gerard come closer to me holding my hand. The Banshees started walking now towards us with there demon figures. Wait..Wheres Mikey???! I looked up to Gerard with confusion and worry.

“Wheres Mikey?”

He must have forgotten to. He looked around to his friends Brendon and Ryan. No sign of Mikey. I heard Brendon start growling as he walked slowly backing up to us. Trying to protect Ryan on his back from the demons. I hope Mikey is okay. I felt a squeeze against my hand making me look up to Gerard. Eyes a sparkling green with a yellow creeping in through the iris. He leaned down to give me one last kiss. It wasnt to long but it wasnt to short either just enjoyable for right now.

“Everything is going to be okay. Trust me.” He whispered into my ear. I gave him a nod.

I heard mad laughter going on and some cries. I was a bit scared, I mean wouldnt you be scared if you were trapped in a dungeon with a bunch of screaming Banshees were trying to get you? Yeah I thought so. They started walking closer to us and some were still singing that song. And one of them must know my fears. I kept trying to huddle closer to Gerard and he kept on hissing at them. I closed my eyes in fear and started crying. Letting my anxiety get the best of me right now. I opened my eyes slowly trying to wish away this horrible nightmare. I was faced to face with one of those demons. Eyes all white, skin grey and peeling, long string black hair, and crusted over lips. She started screaming in my face making my hair fly with the wind of screams coming out. Oh god. She has terrible breathe. Oh! Eww. I felt my soul ripping through my chest. As if she was trying to get it. With all the strength I had in me, I mustard up a fist to her face. All you could hear was the cracking of her jaw falling out of its socket. That was disgusting.

“GERARD!” I tried screaming so he can hear me. My leg started to feel weird when I was trying to stand up right. Someone or something had a tight grip on it. I looked over to see what it was and it was another Banshee but this time it looked like the one that I saw the first time. In the car at the plaza. She was on the floor. But this Banshee looked different from the others. Her face wasnt peeling as much as the others and she was more of a pale white than a grey, her eyes were shinning a blood red with a tear falling down her face. I know who this is.

“Mom?!”

Notes

Its been a while. Forgive me? Its been a long 2 weeks for me and yeah. Sorry. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I wonder why the father would turn his back on his 'son' like that. Is Lawrence even Frank's 'father'? Hmmm.....And why would the mother ask for help? I thought she was dead. Whats going on??!


Title Credit: The Misfits 'Dig up her bones'.