The taxi rolled up to the front of the apartment building. I was shaking from the flight. I never liked planes. Now that I was 'home sweet home' my fears will go away, right? Oh, who was I kidding, with no one but myself to keep company I was more likely to go insane than for any of this to get better.

I climbed out of the taxi and took my suitcases out of the trunk. The driver offered to help me carry them up stairs but I, a politely as I could, declined and went inside. After I picked up my key, I went to my new apartment, already messy with furniture that was strewn across the room by the movers. Fuck.. They could've at least moved all of it against the walls or something. I threw my luggage into the room I designated as my bedroom and began to move it around. When I walked in, I must have left the door ajar, only noticing a figure watching me after I finished moving a large piece of furniture into its place. I turned and saw him and jumped, holding my hand to my chest. "Oh, god. You scared me."

The man, tall and thin drew a grin on his face obviously amused at scaring me. "Sorry, I just... I looked like you needed help."

I panted lightly, smiling. "That would be nice." I help out my hand, offering to shake his. "I'm Lilith... And yours?" I raised my eyebrows.

He took my hand and shook it. "I'm Gerard. It's a pleasure to meet you, madame." I could tell he said this half joking, his eyes lit up in amusement.

"How about you help me get my bed, in it's rightful place?" We rearranged all the furniture to my liking and I plopped on my couch, rubbing my forehead. "What a day..." I sighed heavily and his sat next to me, resting his elbows on his legs and holding his hands together.

"So, what brings you to good old New Jersey."

I glanced over to him, sitting up. "It's a long story, filled with things I'd rather not talk about."

He looked away and stood. "I'm sorry I'd better go."

I stood with him. "It's alright... It was nice meeting you though. Maybe we could go out and get a beer sometime."

He smiled and took my hand once again, this time kissing it. "I'd like that a lot. He pulled a slip of paper out of his pocket and wrote his number on it, handing it to me. "If you want anyone to talk to or want to reveal that mysterious past of yours, give me a call."

I took the scrap of paper and put it in my pocket. Once I looked back up, it seemed that he was gone. "What an interesting man." I said as a I went to the door, my cheeks bright red. I shut and locked the door and retired to my bedroom, neatly arranged with my bed in the corner, next to the window. I opened the window and changed into a baggy shirt and my underwear. Climbing onto the bed, I looked out the window, listening to the Jeff Buckley that was quietly radiating from my phone.

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Later that night, I awoke with my covers kicked to the floor and my body trying to recover from a cold sweat. I sat up and blinked, my eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. I back into my wall when I saw a shadowy figure in the corner next to my door.

To be continued...

Notes

Hey guys! This is my first fanfiction that I plan on finishing and my 2nd attempt at an MCR fanfic. I hope you guys really enjoy this one, because I enjoyed writing it at 5 in the morning xD.

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