Revolutionary

Miles away from the grimy prison Frank called home, Gerard Arthur Way groaned with contempt. “What’s the matter, sir?” Elizabeth asked him as she gently scrubbed his left ankle. He whirled a few bubbles with his fingers. “I don’t want to turn eighteen.” He said bluntly. “Why not? You’re getting closer and closer to moving out, and I thought that’s what you’ve always wanted, sir.” He had already considered this thought; it was a dim light in a mountain of drawbacks to his upcoming birthday. “That’s true, but there’re so many other things that make this birthday the worst one yet.” He laid his head back, not caring that his black hair dipped in the water.

“The biggest thing is,” he sighed. “I don’t want a blood slave. I mean it’s bad enough that my family makes me drink with them every night. Now I’m expected to actually explain to a human— ” he paused. “No offense.” He turned to Elizabeth. She made a ‘none taken’ gesture and he continued. “So now I have to explain why I have to drink their blood, why they have to be in pain, and why their life is like this; god, I can’t take it Elizabeth, I really don’t think I can do it.”

She looked at Gerard with a mixture of admiration and sentience. “By now, us humans have accepted our fate, sir. We know that it’s our lives’ purpose to serve vampires, sir.” Gerard was irate. “You’re just as brainwashed as everyone else on this fucked up floating rock.” he fumed. “As soon as everyone accepted this idea that we can just kill off beings that are almost exactly like vampires without any emotional reprecussions—”

He paused when he noticed Elizabeth eyeing him with a strange look. She grinned with a mess of crooked teeth. “Oh, Mister Way there really must be more people like you in this world. I could kiss you right now, sir.” She started to tear up. Her happiness really was touching, but it still didn’t change Gerard’s hostile disposition. “Thank you Elizabeth, but please don’t applaud me. The fact that my views are looked at as radical or uncommon just distresses me more.”

“Of course, sir. My apologies, sir.” She continued scrubbing and pretended to look interested with her endeavor. Gerard did feel bad that he had crushed her enthusiasm, but he had said what needed to. He had never liked being bathed by her. He knew that he could wash himself, but as usual, he heard a high-pitched, mocking voice in his head, it was mommy and daddy’s wish. No one in the Way family is particularly prone to their own opinions. It was something Gerard despised about his brother and parents.

“Finished, sir.” Elizabeth said quietly. She unplugged the bath, handed Gerard a towel, and left the room. He dried off quickly and wrapped himself in a velvet black robe. He always felt like a douche when he wore it, but it was comfy so he didn’t argue with himself. He put on a pair of matching slippers and left the bathing hall. He emerged in a crimson hallway that smelled of blood and sweat. Mikey was at it again.

When Mikey, Gerard’s younger brother, was bored he would force one of the many human slaves the Way’s owned to play hide and seek with him. It sounds innocent enough, except when Mikey finds the human he drains it.

Gerard grimaced and continued on the path to his room when he was interrupted by a pale brunette boy sprinting from around the corner and clutching onto Gerard’s leg. Blood was dripping from a slice in his cheek and he was shaking furiously. “Please help me. Please don’t let him get me.” The boy wheezed in a small voice. “You’re not playing by the rules.” Mikey called in a sing-song voice from around the corner. “I found you, so now I get to kill you.” He said less melodically. Gerard licked two of his fingers and dragged them across the scrape on the boy’s face. His wound was healed instantaneously. “Th-thank you.” he stammered.

Mikey emerged, bearing his fangs. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he set his gaze on the quivering boy. Gerard placed a hand over the human’s head. “Mikey, don’t.” he said, holding out his other hand to stop the younger vampire from coming any closer. “Mikey, don’t.” he mimicked idiotically. Gerard glared and hissed, displaying his four canines. The Way house was like a hierarchy, the older the vampire the more respected he was. Mikey knew better than to disrespect this hierarchy by going against his older brother’s wishes and retreated to the library, mumbling about Gerard being a ‘pussy human lover’.

“Come with me.” Gerard said to the human. “Thank you so much, sir. You’re so kind, sir. What can I do to repay you, sir?” He babbled like this for three minutes before Gerard cut him off. “Look, don’t worry about it. What Mikey does is just sick.” Gerard opened the door to his room. “Go inside.” he said. The slave boy marveled at the proposition of going into a vampire’s chambers, but hesitantly entered. “I’ll be one second, Gerard said following him then walking into his closet to change.

The boy stood awkwardly in the center of the room, gaping at all of the luxuries. Gerard had piles of books and drawings scattered around the room. Some were obviously his own creations while others were pulled from manuscripts. Maps of the world and photos of famous figures were pasted on the wall. A chandelier of light bulbs hung above him and candles were placed on the floor near the base of the walls. He was admiring the hand-knit rug below him when Gerard returned wearing a black suit, red tie, and large black, leather boots.

“So, what’s your name? I haven’t seen you around.” Gerard asked, taking a seat on a red velvet couch. Damn, he really did own a lot of velvet. “I don’t have a name,” the boy muttered nervously. He was afraid to say something wrong at the risk of having his throat ripped out. “I’m supposed to be tomorrow night’s dinner, sir.” Gerard looked at him curiously. “How come you can speak?” he asked. Suturing the vocal chords of meal slaves without anesthetic was a common practice in the blood industry because what ruins a meal like a human screaming in agonizing pain as it has several vampires drain it completely. “They can’t be perfect, so about 7 out of 600 humans are missed when they’re doing the procedure, sir.” He said awkwardly. Gerard pondered this for a few seconds. “Interesting...did Mikey or anyone else hurt you?” he asked. The boy nodded and pointed to a large gash on his back. It was bleeding furiously. Gerard licked his hand and wiped it across the wound.

“How do you do that?” The boy whispered in awe. “SIR.” he said loudly. Gerard couldn’t help but smile at the boy’s unease. He felt bad for taking some pleasure in it, but it was kind of cute how he was worried about being so polite around Gerard. “You can relax, I honestly hate that ‘sir’ and ‘madam’ stuff.” The boy’s entire body seemed to sigh in relief. “Vampire saliva has some chemical in it that regenerates human skin. It’s one of the reasons close-minded vampires are opposed to vampire and human equality. They’re afraid that vampires will be hunted down for their salivary glands which in turn would be used in human medicine.” The boy gaped at Gerard for what seemed like the hundredth time. “You want vampire and human equality?” Gerard sighed. “Sometimes I think I’m the only one who does.”

Notes

Yeah so Mikey's a bad guy *hides behind Bob* but anyways...I told you the actual chapters would be longer and they are. At least I have that going for me, I mean I can't be all bad. Right? -xo