Frank

"Mate" he whispered.

Shit.

Oh, just fucking great. If he expects me to play happy families then the fucker can go to hell, 'cause I sure don't want nor need a damn mate!

I flinched, shocked, as an animalistic growl reverberated around the dingy cell. Looking up, I became aware that the thing claiming to be my mate had been the one to let out the feral noise.

"What?" I snapped, rudely.

He looked shocked at my tone, but soon dismissed it as anger once again morphed his features.

"How dare they keep you locked up here?! My mate is to be treated with the upmost respect!" he seethed.

I looked at him, confused. He seemed to catch on.

"Do you know who I am?" he questioned, his tone soft as he made eye contact. I managed to ignore the newfound feelings of lust, love and awe as I looked at him. I felt disgusted by myself, how could I react this way? Remembering his earlier question, I turned my attention to him.

"No, should I?" I said.

"I am Gerard Way" he spoke proudly. I stood there, taken aback.

The most well-known vampire in the world is my mate?! See, Gerard Way is the one gifted vampire to ever have existed. He can kill anyone by simply looking them in the eye. Clearly the intention of murder has to be behind the lethal glare, otherwise he'd have quite a number of lives on his hands, mine included.

Due to his gift, his status has pretty much sky rocketed. He is the closest thing to a leader this whole damn planet has. Humans and vampires alike treat him like a God, cower in his presence, or so I have heard, there are many tales of the 'Magnificent-Way'.

"I'll take it you have heard of me then" he smirked, clearly picking up on my bewildered expression.

I nodded. "Yes, but I despise your kind, ever since I got here because of one, he arrived too late, his mate's death was inevitable, blood-loss, and considering his poor little mate died at my hands, the twat is apparently 'out for my blood' as well" I chuckled.

His expression darkened. "He would have killed me right there, but apparently, he'd rather me be beaten and raped in prison, dick-move though, I fucking rule this place" I smiled triumphantly.

I looked up and noticed he was looking at me with an expression of wonder, amusement and pride. I soon diverted my gaze elsewhere.

"I'm impressed, but if that fucker thinks he can lay a hand on you, then he is sorely mistaken" he spoke.

"So, you know who I am, I think it's only fair if I get a name?" he smiled.

"Frank" I responded. "Hmm, Frank, I like it" he grinned.

"So, Frankie, tell me how a sexy little thing like you ended up in a place like this" he smirked.

Slightly shocked at his choice of words I dodged the question.

"I think the more significant question in need of an answer is, why are you here? Gerard Way, the man with everything, working in a prison, especially this prison?" I questioned.

"Boredom I guess, sitting on your ass all day gets boring after a few decades, I have had jobs in the past, although I usually end up killing half the staff and none as...menial as this. However, it felt like I was being pulled to this prison, as if this place where a magnet and I a paperclip. So, as I grew curious, I followed the odd instinct, the best decision I have made in my...144 years of life, no-wait, that's right, 145 today! What a beautiful surprise" he chuckled.

"Uh, happy birthday, I guess" I muttered.

"Well, thank you, I suppose" he uttered, playfully mocking me, I let out a small chuckle.

Shocking me slightly as one: I despise vampires and two: the most dangerous man in the world has been nothing but light and playful, he can't be like this towards everyone, can he? Maybe it's a mate thing.

"So how did you get here?"

"I've killed 18 people" I responded.

"Well, if that's all it takes I should have been locked up a century ago" he laughed.

"But, I suppose that's pretty impressive for a human, a young one at that" he stated as he gently began to caress my face, I had a hard time resisting the urge to give in to his wondrous touch. What the fuck am I saying? Stupid fucking mate bond!

Soon, his hand dropped and the cell fell into a silence that was neither comfortable nor awkward.

"Why? Why did you kill people?" he inquired.

"Blood" I whispered.

"Blood?" he questioned.

"What about it?"

I smirked as I thought of the crimson liquid. "I kill because I am obsessed; fascinated with the very liquid that courses through my veins." I spoke.

"Hmm...I see we share similar opinions, but let me ask you one thing, how can you resent vampires if you yourself crave the very substance that controls us? If I hadn't met you, I would've believed you to be a vampire. Just because one imbecile made a foolish mistake, why do you distance yourself from me, from vampire-kind?" he questioned.

I truly had no answer, so I shrugged. Earning a sigh.

"I'll ensure your release, you won't be here much longer" he spoke.

Before I could respond, the cell door swung open and an officer stepped inside. His head bowed in respect of Gerard, I rolled my eyes and snickered, earning a glare from the oblivious officer.

Gerard turned on his heel, not forgetting to wink subtly as he exited the small room.

Soon after the door was slammed shut and locked. I groaned, prison seemed much better than being some vampire's bitch, although there was a small part of me that became elated by the very thought.

Eurgh!

Notes

Second chapter, third update.

I kind of abandoned this story, but I had so much shit going on, I hope to become more consistant with updates especially as this is so early in the story.

Also if any of you guys ever wanna talk about anything, if you're going through shit or need a friend, I am always here, feel free to message me here or on Twitter @50_ShadesOfWay

Thank you.

Miss MCR.