I don't want you to go but I already know,
It's probably better to go,
And you can leave it if it's easier,
-Marianas Trench {September -Fix Me}

I let this stranger into our house, and I'm not sure why, but I was drawn to him. He was beautiful, and after all, my art project was to surprise my teacher by painting something beautiful but something I've never expressed before. Whether it be a gentle side, or deep and depressing. All I was really showing was my gay side. That was okay though. I didn't really mind, especially if I was going to paint someone this beautiful, who, might I add was tattooed.
Once the smoke cleared, I led the man to my room, and as soon as I did, I realised I didn't even know his name. I mentally slapped myself for being such a fuckwit, and I sat on my bed. How would I start this? I ran a hand through my hair, and I just couldn't deal with anything. Invite a stranger to your house, and you don't know his name, ask to paint him because he's pretty. WOW. Okay. I'm really losing it now.

"Look, uh," I rubbed the back of my neck. "sit anywhere, but I don't really know your name, and you don't know mine, and you're staying the night. This isn't exactly what I planned but, how about we start with names." I suggested, although we had introduced each other on first name basis, I preferred knowing both first and last.

"Ah, shit. Man, I knew I forgot something. Wait, didn't we? Never mind." He cursed at himself. "I'm Frank. Frank Iero." He grinned. His grin would be my death.

"Gerard. Gerard Way." I grinned back. "So how about a coffee, and we get started?" I asked him casually.

"Fuck yeah. But this late?" Frank inquired after his little outburst.

"Well, I'm a little bit of an insomnia, even without the coffee, so I thought, why not?" With that Frank chuckled and just shook his head.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming." With that, we both headed up to make coffee and found Mikey in the kitchen, trying to rid himself of the toaster and the burnt smell that still held place in the kitchen. I introduced Frank and Mikey, and they seemed to get along pretty well, and so, I began to make our coffee's, making small conversation as we went along brewing it. It turned out that Frank played shows at local bars during the summer, and that we all enjoyed Black Flag, Iron Maiden, Smashing Pumpkins, the Misfits, The Smiths, and so much more. I think that this would make getting along with Frank ten times easier than I thought it would be.
Once our coffee was ready, we said our goodnight to Mikey, and we ran down into my room, where I pulled out a canvas and put it on a easel. I got my pencils and paints ready, and set everything up so that I could get right to it. I wanted this to be natural but who knows.

"So... You're an artist?" Frank inquired.

"Becoming one, yes. Haven't really got there yet, you know?" I asked him.

"I do. Quite unfortunately, it's the same for me and becoming a musician." I frowned, but he played at local bars. Was he not a musician? He must have realized my confusion, and so he began to explain. "I do get paid, but I mean, it's only a summer job. I still need my studies and everything. I mean, starting in September, it's all downhill. My mum wants me to do something with my life other than music, but it's what I stand for. So focus on my studies and I can play music. She got so sick of my asking and rambling, that she got me my own place. I pay most of it with summer earnings, and she helps pay the rest. It's kind of sad, but hey, I can play when I want to, wherever I want to." He shrugged it off as if it was nothing.

"Shit. That must suck." He chuckled. It would be my death.

"Nah, not really. I mean, sometimes it does, but it's kind of good because I can do what I want with the place. And because my mum wants to move, I don't hold her back anymore." I nod. I didn't want to pry, but he was a mystery. "So, painting..." He trailed off.

"Right! Hold on." I ran out of the room to get a cloth, and then I heard it. A hiss of pain, and the screaming of 'FUCK'. I grabbed the nearest cloth, and ran downstairs, and fuck. The sight before me shouldn't have caused the reaction it did, but shit happens right? I mean, one thing is helping clean it, another is deciding to do the following.

"Shit, Frank." He mumbled an incoherent sorry and held on to his finger for dear life. "How'd you cut yourself?" I looked at me and just uttered the following.

"Who the fuck keeps a razor in a pencil jar?" I started to laugh, because dear god, I had forgotten about that.

"Shit sorry, man I just moved back here a day ago. Must have left it there from before I moved out. I believe I used it to cut up some cloth for one of my art projects. Really can give off a creepy ass 'Freddy Krueger ripped me to pieces' look." I laughed.

"Really? Are you fucking with me?" He began to laugh as well. "Well, can you fix this?" He jabbed his finger in my face. The crimson liquid flowing down his slender, pale, skeletal finger. I slowly nodded, mesmerized by the liquid, and took his finger in mine, and brought it to my mouth and began to suck on it. I didn't pay attention to the widened eyes of Frank Iero, or the little whimpers and moans he made every now and again. I only paid attention to how sweet, and metallic his blood tasted. "Mmm... Gee." My nickname slipped past his lips and into the thick air, and it's what made me pull away.

"Ahh shit. I'm sorry. I won't do that again unless you want me to." His breathing was adjusting.

"Gerard, don't do that again, please." I nodded, but now that his blood had fallen onto my taste buds, I couldn't get enough, and it tasted better than any coffee. No. Stop. You can't fucking think of Frank like this. You just met him. You're not even thinking of him. You're thinking of his blood. I'm not a bloodthirsty monster.

"Alright. I won't. Now... Uh... Can I paint you?" A small, shy nod came from him. "Alright, then can you, I don't know, take your shirt off?"

"What?!" Frank shrieked.

"It's just to make you seem laid back, and slightly romantic. Please?" I briefly explained and asked for permission.

"N-n-no. I-I-I-I c-can't d-d-o t-that." I nodded slowly. "Please don't make me do that, oh my god, no Gerard. Don't..." I walked up to him and just shushed him.

"I won't make you if you don't want to." He then just let himself back against the wall and slide to the floor to curl up into a ball. I kneeled down next to him and put my hand on his knee, knowing I couldn't control myself, and my irises turning slightly red, from the blood lust. "Frank, it's okay." At that point he screamed.

"It's not oh-fucking-kay! Don't you get it?! I've been used, and abused. Left for nobody to love. Guess what? SURPRISE! My girlfriend was about to fuck me, against my will, when caller ID: Boyfriend. The worst part is, I hate myself! I hate myself so much. I can never be beautiful. Never. Do you know how fat and ugly I am? I'm fat, alone, and ugly." He wailed. "You can't see me. Nobody can." Tears streamed down his face, and he was crying hard.

"I was raped..." I choked out. I had never said it out loud. "I'm a monster. They made me a monster." I shut my eyes tight. "Frank, they turned me into this blood sucking monster that I don't want to be. I'm a vampire, Frank. My near rapists turned me into this, this thing. There's nothing I can do." I cried. All I could hear was a blood curdling scream.

"D-d-d-on't touch me." Frank stuttered out. "That's why, my finger..." His face paled.

"Frank. It's not like that I swear to fucking god. I don't drink blood. I eat food. If I have to, I usually get a bird or something, maybe a mouse, or fox. I hardly touch blood, Frank please believe me." I whispered out.

"I-I-I can't." My heart sank and I heard Mikey running down the stairs. Fuck one more person to worry about.

"What happened?" He asked us both, horror laced within every word.

"Nightmare. Go to bed Mikes, please. Don't worry. Frank will be okay, I'll help him." A small nod came from Mikey before he left and shut the door behind him. I then turned to Frank. "Vampires will never hurt you., but it's probably better to go. If you want to leave go ahead, because it's probably easier." I sighed and almost backed away, until a hand shot out to pull me back.

"Don't go, because I feel as if, if you wanted to suck my blood, or suck me dry, you would have already." A small smiled formed on my face, just enough to show my fangs. "But, uh... I think you should know, that I... I'm a self destructive, self loathing excuse for a human." He barely whispered that last part, but I caught on. The little bite of his lip he did at the end made me lose all my sanity. I swear, if he kept this us, he'd have me kissing him, and he'd break my dead, black heart.

Notes

I cried writing this. Not going to lie. The last part though, mainly because I can relate a lot.

Tell me what you think.

xxxSoulless Vampirexxx