Upside down,
And around and around,
Just another piece,
'Til you need another sound,
-Marianas Trench {Shake Tramp - Fix Me}

"Feed on him already, you idiot!" My band member had shouted. I was confused and before I knew it I had one of the guys attacking me, and pinning me against the wall. My head slammed back against the rough brick. "We've had enough of his shit." I felt a sticky substance trickle down the back of my neck, then my band members face buried itself into my neck, and he bit down hard. I hissed in pain and blacked out.
I woke up screaming for the second night in a row, but not loud enough for Mikey to hear. Loud enough to wake Frank. We had barely gotten an hour of sleep and it was now around three in the morning. I felt bad. I lied to Frank and Mikey, especially Frank. I had dropped out of art school a while ago because, the truth is, I haven't done art in the past two years at least. I had gone for a year, and then I just couldn't focus on anything and dropped out. I started a band with shitty people who turned me into a monster. When I saw Frank, he made me feel the need to pick up a paintbrush again, and hopefully I wouldn't turn him into a bloody mess.

"Gee, you okay?" Frank groggily asked me. Now was time to tell the truth.

"Frank, I'm not." I sighed out.

"Why not?" I felt like someone was choking me, and tears pricked my eyes. My mum had died, I was raped and turned into a psycho killer, I lied. I was a dirty, unemployed, art school dropout.

"Okay, let's begin with my mum dying." I croaked out. "Then there's the fact that I just had a nightmare relating to when they turned me into this fucking monster. I had a band okay? Like you. I had a band, and I thought the people liked me. Turns out I was wrong. They wanted me dead, but they didn't get their wish. They turned me into this vampire instead, and guess what?" I began to shake. Frank tilted his head to the side, and I could just make out his figure in the dark. "I created bloody, messy, art. I killed some girl names Lyn-z on my first night. She was pretty, and I had always wanted to talk to her. She plays bass, and I killed her. God, I ended up painting on the sidewalk in her blood. I don't know how nobody noticed." I began to sob. I was a freak. "That's when I vowed never to drink a persons blood again. I'm not going to." Frank shifted uncomfortably in his spot.

"You killed someone?" He asked. A sob answered him. "Fuck." He breathed out, I'm pretty sure it was a side comment, to himself. Everything was going to change. "I don't think that changes who you are. As long as you feel bad about it, and don't drink blood, you know?" He asked.

"You don't care?"

"Not really, actually. It's weird. In a way, I feel like you're not going to kill me, and like you're in control of yourself at this point. How long has it been?" He asked me.

"I don't know, six months or more." I answered. "Frank, there's another thing..." He nodded as if to say proceed. "I woke up to them raping me. They knocked me out again, and you can guess what happened, and then I woke up naked, alone, clothes tossed all around me, in an alleyway." I began to cry and launched myself into Frank's arms, causing him to flinch. I hoped he was okay with this. I liked having some sort of contact with him. I didn't know why, but I found it oddly pleasant. I've never liked having contact with anyone, not even Mikey. It was weird.

"You need someone who won't do that." Pause. "Tell me something," He began. "has anyone ever shown you what real love is?"

"No." I mumbled.

"That's what I thought. Gerard, I don't want you to say yes to anyone, if someone asks you, I want you to give it thought, and really think about how the person will treat you. I don't want you hurt. I don't want what nearly happened to me, to happen to you." I processed his words. Was he referring to himself? Part of me hoped so, but why would he? Another part of me hoped not at the same time.

"Okay." I was about to give myself up. "Frank, I lied." I could tell he was speechless and was just blinking. "The painting I mean. I dropped out of art school nearly two years ago. I'm not painting you for a project. I'm painting you because from the moment I saw you, you made me feel something, and made me want to take up art again, and I know it sounds stupid, but that's the truth, and I'm so sorry." He shoved me off of him. I thought he wouldn't but what could I expect.

"And you lied to your own fucking brother?" He hissed. I nodded. "You're so shallow. I mean, the whole painting me lie I can get over, but lying that you haven't dropped out?" I swallowed hard. "You know what? You tell Mikey before I tell him for you." I swallowed hard.

"I'll let him know tomorrow." I whimpered.

"Good. Now come here." Frank opened his arms for me to hug him, and I did so. "I don't mind you painting me. I'm glad it came up... I've never had someone want to paint me, plus, if it made you want to take up art once again, I think I should give you a chance at this." Frank explained. "I'm not angry. Just don't turn me into street art." He chuckled and I joined in. It was true.

"May I begin painting you now?" I asked Frank. "I won't be sleeping again, and I feel so gross. I haven't brushed my teeth or taken my eyeliner off. You haven't taken your makeup off either." A small giggle came out of Frank.

"I don't see why not. I'm not taking my shirt off though." He explained. I understood. I was fine with it. I couldn't even take my shirt off in front of a mirror, much less someone else. I'd like to paint him shirtless later on though. It would fit perfectly. It's not like I wanted to stare at him like that though. He was beautiful, but we just met, and I'm not really one for emotional attachments. "Maybe.. Maybe eventually." I smirked up at him, and pulled away to get everything ready.

"I need to apply a base to the canvas first. I'm going to do a white base so that way your face will stand out more." I explained as I ran to flick on the light, and begin painting. I applied a thick white base coat of paint to the canvas, making sure there was no spaces left. Once it started to dry, I applied another one just to ensure everything was even, smooth, and covered. I was going to paint him with acrylic paints, and maybe I'd distillate some of the colours in a little water for certain effects. "Okay... Can you maybe lean a little to the side, and make a small barely noticeable lopsided smile?" He did as he was told, and I began to sketch in his figure, posture, and details. I outlined where his eyebrows would be, and his eyes that his makeup emphasized, and somehow made them look larger. I drew the outline of his messed up hair, and when I got to his nose and lips, I spent extra care on them, making sure to get his lip ring, and nose ring just right. Only one of his ears was showing and I made sure to take extra care and caution to draw in his plug. "You look great, and I just need you to slightly lover your neck line. I want to get your collar bones. The end result will be you shirtless after all." I explained, and he did as told. I drew in his collarbones and the way his skin sunk in, and he seemed to be leaning forward. "Okay. I think it's good now." I explained to him. A grin spread across his face. He must have been standing there at least fifteen to twenty minutes.

"May I see?" I laughed at his question. "What?"

"No! You can't you weirdo." His face fell. "I'll show you when I'm done with everything. I need to mix colours now to be able to get your porcelain complexion. Talk to me." I instructed.

"Well, I'm into a lot of bands like Black Flag, Misfits, Pixies, Smashing Pumpkins, The Smiths, Iron Maiden.." He listed off. I listened and I guess you could tell my eyes lit up.

"No fucking way." I grinned, showing my disgusting fangs.

"Yeah. Really. You into Green Day?" Frank asks me.

"No shit. What about Blink?" I ask.

"They're decent. Not my all time favourite." I nodded in approval. I started to mix a cream colour I had created with more white so I could get his skin tone right, but it proved harder than expected. "Horror movies, what's your opinion?" Frank asks.

"Well, they're great. I like the old ones. They look kind of shitty, but you have to love them... Don't you Frankenstien?" I laughed at my own joke.

"Wow. Not like I haven't hear that one before." Sarcasm dripped from his voice. It practically spilled like a waterfall. "But yeah, same. What do you think of Nightmare On Elm Street?" This got my attention.

"Uh.... It's fucking fantastic!" I exclaimed as I dipped my paintbrush into my mix of paint and began to paint Frank. I also mixed a few darker shades for creases, and shadows. "Dude, how can you not like that movie? Apparently it's based off real life events. Creepy right?"

"I can't believe I'm having this conversation with a vampire, but yeah." He laughed at himself. "You're not bad Way. I like you." It warmed my somewhat dead heart to hear that. I smiled to myself. Someone other than my brother liked me. "No, I really, really like you," Oh?

"Thank you." I smiled. I continued painting Frank in silence, until I broke it. "I've never met someone so accepting of who I am, not even before I was a freak. You know it's quite odd for me. You have friends, and I have about, none. And I wonder, even after my... Mum died, why you want to help me, give Mikey, and I a home that's not poison, why you bothered. Why'd you bother with me in the first place? It's funny because I'm probably older than you am I right?" I sighed and continued painting. "I hope this friendship lasts. I wouldn't want it to die off." After that we both fell into silence.
A few hours later it was seven in the morning and I had only finished painting Frank's skin, and hair. I managed to add texture to his nose so it's noticeable, and I added in his nose ring, and his plug to his ear. That was about it. I wanted to make it perfect. Frank had fallen asleep at around six in the morning, and I took a picture of him with my polaroid, because he looked adorable, then went back to painting. I didn't bother with his shoulders of chest because I hadn't seen them yet, and I didn't want to guess. Now I needed to wait for everything to dry.
At around seven, I went and made myself a coffee, and headed back downstairs, and started to pack my things. Frank had taken my mind off my mum for a while but now it hit me like a brick wall. I began to cry as I packed everything up. I guess I cried too hard because I woke Frank, who then too, helped me pack everything.
At around four in the afternoon, I had packed everything from my room up, some things from the living room, Mikey had his room in a few dozen boxes, and we had a few other boxes filled with certain things my mother owned that we couldn't get rid of, photo albums and other stuff. We'd come back tomorrow to finish the packing, and the move. Then we needed to sell the house. We couldn't live here anymore. It hurt too much.

"Take the red and black curtains. I like them a lot." Frank suddenly said. I nodded and he helped take the curtains off and fold them.

"Frank we're really grateful. You have no idea." Mikey said as he walked through the door, to pick up more boxes and put them in the car. "We'll never be able to repay you." He just smiled at Mikey.

"No need. I see friends in you guys, and what a better way to do so than become room mates?" I nodded because it was true after all. Mikey beamed, even though you could tell he was depressed about this. He always had these problems, but led on he didn't. His worst subject was lunch and that really hurt me. "We ready?" Frank asked. Mikes and I nodded, picked up the last of the boxes, and crammed them into the car.
Frank's home was huge. At least that's what it seemed like. There wasn't too much in it so it was a no wonder it seemed big. He showed us our rooms, and my studio, and we brought up our boxes according to whose room was whose. It worked well, and Frank even had beds in them. I didn't know why or how, but he was well prepared. He called to us, telling us he'd make dinner, and left Mikey and I alone.

"I dropped out two years ago, Mikes." He gasped.

"You said-"

"I know. I'm sorry. I'll try to get a job. I'm sorry I lied. I'm so sorry. Look, my situation hasn't been good at all. I want to change things back to how they were but it won't happen." Suddenly a sharp pain burned across my face. He slapped me. "Mikey!" I yelled.

"You lied." His voice sounded choked up. "You fucking lied!" He ran out of my room and into his. I heard the door slam, and I was reduced to tears. My only family member left was angry with me, and most likely hated me. I stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"I told him. He's angry." I muttered. Frank drew his attention towards me.

"You did the right thing. I'll talk to him after dinner okay?" I nodded. Maybe Frank was something else in my life that I never would have imagined.

Notes

This is pretty long. How do like it so far? 6 chapters. :/ Sucks I know, but they'll be good and there will probably be a sequel. Hopefully there will be. Depends on what you guys want, because I have ideas for it.

xxxSoulless Vamppirexxx