"MIKEY!!! HURRY UP!!!" Gerard shouted as he banged both his fists against the wooden door. He paused momentarily and waited for his brother’s response. Silence. "MICHAEL WAY!!!" Gerard sighed in frustration and crossed his arms, glaring at the closed door.

Seconds later, the door flung opened only to reveal an equally flustered Way brother. "It's all yours! Geez!" he rolled his eyes and shuffled his way back to his room, slamming the door as loudly as possible.

Gerard took in a deep breath and exhaled before entering the bathroom to check his makeup. The eyeliner was fine, the stage makeup wasn't smudge. He flashed his teeth at the mirror and feeling satisfied, he made his way back to his bedroom. The sounds of The Smiths droned his ears as he approached.

"Dude, are you ready?" Ray asked lazily as he tugged on the end of his knot of the yellow bandanna.

"Yeah," Gerard replied nonchalantly as he picked up the invitation card from his paper-cluttered desk. He read the card again and made sure their names were on all five invitations, the time of they were expected and the venue. He folded it in half and pocketed it.

Just then, Mikey appeared out of nowhere and stood by the doorway. "Okay, I'm ready," he smiled proudly as he adjusted his black tuxedo. Ray burst out in laughter as he fell backwards onto the bed. Mikey glared at his friend and rested his hand against his hip as he looked at Gerard with a bored expression. "Can we go pick up Frank and Bob now?"

Gerard nodded and the trio filed out of the house and piled into Gerard's car as they drove to pick up the rest of their friends. First stop was Bob's place and the burly drummer was dressed as his favourite TV character of all times, Mr. Bean. The trio struggled to stifle their laughs as the man entered the car with his brown suit and neatly combed and gelled hair. "Don't say anything, just drive," Bob uttered from the corner of his lips as he stared out the window.

Next up was Frank's place and the guitarist strolled out of his house with a skeleton outfit and his face was covered in stage makeup as he was portraying Jack from Nightmare Before Christmas. "Hi, dudes," he took the passenger seat and buckled his seatbelt. He peered at the rearview mirror to catch a glimpse of the other three seated at the back. Once he saw Mikey's pale face and fake fangs, he knew he was dressed as Count Dracula and Ray had a mask currently rested above his bandanna. He was going to the party as a zombie and Bob went for Mr. Bean. He pursed his lips to prevent himself from laughing at everyone's crazy costumes. Gerard, the driver was dressed as Captain Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean, it was just too much for Frank to muster and he burst in fits of laughter. The other four remained silent throughout the whole drive towards the mansion where the party was held.

The sun had sunk as the band arrived at the large mansion. Cars upon cars were queuing to get in. It was lit brightly and decorated with various Halloween decorations. The quintet stood by the hungry large wooden doors and gaped at how big the place was. It was some party thrown by one of the bands they knew personally, 30 Seconds to Mars. They knew the lead singer, Jared Leto was more well-off than them but never did they expect this to be so… extravagant.

Beside the entrance, stood two guards dressed as the Death Reapers, their faces were mostly hidden under the long hoods, shadowing their features. Gerard handed the invitation and entered the bungalow. They were immediately greeted by hundreds of guests swimming around the place, most of which had a glass of something to drink whilst they chatted and laughed.

"Does anybody else feel like we don't belong here?" Ray whispered to his friends as he pulled his mask to cover his face. Frank and Mikey nodded but before the five of them could bail from the fancy party, a familiar face emerged from the sea of people to greet them.

"Hey, guys! Glad you can make it!" Jared flashed his pearly whites as he pulled Gerard in for a friendly hug. He was dressed as a priest which was a bigger surprise to the quintet. "Come have a drink," Jared said as he led them towards the bar at the living room. Bob gawked at the mini-stage which was built in the corner of the room. There was a drum set on it along with other instruments. He couldn’t help but noticed the sudden urge to run up there and pick up the drumsticks but he shook his head quickly and turned his attention back to Jared and the bar.

"What would you guys like?" Jared asked.

"Coke," Gerard replied immediately.

"The rest of you?" Jared glanced at the four.

"Same," they replied in unison.

Jared nodded and ignored the fact that none of them ordered any alcoholic beverages and informed one of the bartenders their orders. Frank looked at the ceiling above and was awed by the large crystal chandelier and the Renaissance painting on the ceiling. They got their drinks and Jared excused himself as he went to greet other guests.

"Man, ain't this something?" Frank said after Jared disappeared into the crowd.

"You think?" Mikey retorted as he finished his glass of soda and asked the bartender for more.

"What are we going to do now?" Ray asked as he scanned through the unfamiliar crowd. There wasn't even one familiar face in them. They shouldn't have agreed to come in the first place especially after their close friends from Taking Back Sunday said no to the invitation.

"I guess we'll just have to hang out for an hour or so and we'll make a move then," Gerard said after a long silence.

But before any of them could even think of mingling around, all the lights went off and the once bright house went pitch black. The noise-filled room went dead silent and the quintet weren't sure what was going on. Their heart thumped louder and louder against their ears. After a minute of adjusting their eyes in the dark, they saw one another but when they focused on the rest of the room, they found it empty and vacant.

"What the fuck?!" Bob squinted at every inch of the room and still there was no one.

Suddenly, a blue ray of light shone onto him and he realized it was from Mikey's mobile phone. The bassist held his phone high up so all five of them could see each other clearly. The rest followed suit and took out their phones and shone it across the room and hallways, there wasn't even a single soul.

"Okay, guys, can we go now?" Ray asked in a slightly shaky voice.

"Yeah, let's get out of here!" Frank said as he put the glass of soda on the bar and started for the exit.

"Wait!" Gerard called after him but Frank had already disappeared into the hallway where they came through. Frank didn't like the idea of being in such an unfamiliar territory which was a second ago filled with people he never seen and the next there was a blackout and everyone just vanished into thin air. His hands were perspiring as he traced his way back with the aid of his faint mobile phone light.

"Iero!"

He spun around at the sudden voice. He felt his body tensed up as he stared at the creature before him. It had boils all over his face and pale skin, yellow pus flowed down the corner of his mouth, his eyes were pools of black. The creature was advancing on him with his arms stretched out. He looked slightly familiar to Frank but all he could think of now was a hideous creature was trying to get him.

Without thinking, he forced all his will to move his body in the opposite direction only to meet another villain. But this time Frank knew who it was, it was Jared Leto, the host. His shoulder length dark brown hair was now in a tangled mess. The once crystal blue eyes were now clouded with darkness. His fair skin was covered with cuts and there was a large gash across his left cheek.

"J-Jared?" Frank stuttered in fright as he felt his own hands trembled.

"Iero," Jared grinned evilly, showing off his still white teeth. "I have something for you," he sneered.

"Er…wh-what?" Frank gulped down the knot that had formed on his throat as he slowly crept backwards.

"A present," Jared hissed as he continued to drift closer to his prey. There was a crazed look in his eyes that Frank had never seen in anybody before except in movies but those were movies and he knew he wasn't dreaming because of the pain he felt from biting on his bottom lip.

Just as Frank thought of bolting in the opposite direction, he felt a pair of arms wrapped around his arms and held him tightly. He could feel the hot breath against his now sweaty skin. "Let me go!” Frank yelped as he tried to struggle free.

"Not a chance," the croaky voice replied and it was then, did he realize it was Shannon, the drummer of 30 Seconds to Mars who was behind all the makeup of the first creature he saw a while ago. Damn!

"Shannon, bring him back to the execution site" Jared commanded and all of a sudden, Frank felt himself being lifted from the floor. Shannon had managed to carry him back towards the living room where he just came from.

"Get your fucking hands off me!" Frank yelled as he shook his body side to side, making an attempt to free himself from the surprisingly firm grip. It was no use, Shannon had him locked. He could hear their footsteps against the marble floor. He could hear his own heartbeat ringing in his ears as he fought.

Once they were back in the living room, he found his band mates were missing and he tried to adjust his eyes to the pitch black room once again. Only this time, the lights flickered back on and the tight grasp around him loosened.

He looked up to find himself facing the mini-stage and there was Gerard standing by the microphone, Mikey with a bass guitar strapped on, Ray with a Gibson Les Paul guitar and Bob behind the drum set.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRANK!" Gerard smiled as he announced into the microphone and slowly the vacant room was filled with people again. This time he noticed half of them were people he knew. There was Adam and the guys from Taking Back Sunday all dressed in their own costumes standing by the bar. The gangs from Killswitch Engage and The Used were around as well as they saluted him with the drinks in their hands.

Frank knew his jaw was hanging as he watched all the familiar faces appearing out of nowhere, all smiling at him.

"This is for you, Frank!" Gerard said into the microphone. Bob hit his drumsticks together and the rest of the band started to play as well. The melody was soft and the beats were slow as Gerard's husky voice vibrated in the room.

"This is the day
The day of the dead
Where children in costumes
Run around the streets
Knocking on every door
Asking for candy bars
This is the day
The day of the dead…"

The song went on for the next few minutes and Frank found himself mesmerized by the voice and the melody. At the end of it, he clapped and cheered with the rest of the crowd. It was a great song and he wondered when the guys found the time to create such a piece. He felt like he was a fan of the band again like he used to be before joining them.

"Happy birthday, Frank," Jared said as he stood next to him and Shannon was on his other side. "Yeah. Happy birthday man. I'm sorry if we scared you. It's just all part of the plan," Shannon smiled apologetically.

Frank could only smile in return. He admitted the fact that they had all managed to scare the shit out of him. For a moment there, he really thought there was such a thing as zombies and monsters and what-not. He believed the fact that Jared and Shannon weren't humans but these sick creatures that feast on human flesh or something along those lines. Frank was just relieved it was a prank, a surprise for him.

Gerard, Ray, Mikey and Bob came towards him and every one of them hugged him. "Sorry, dude. We just got to do it. We're running out of ideas to scare you man," Ray said with a smile.

Frank hit his arm playfully. "Don't ever do that again!"

They laughed and went to chat with the rest of their friends as the night was young and the autumn breeze whistled quietly outside the mansion, and a pair of red eyes glinted in the bushes.

"MIKEY!!! HURRY UP!!!" Gerard shouted as he banged both his fists against the wooden door. He paused momentarily and waited for his brother’s response. Silence. "MICHAEL WAY!!!" Gerard sighed in frustration and crossed his arms, glaring at the closed door.

Seconds later, the door flung opened only to reveal an equally flustered Way brother. "It's all yours! Geez!" he rolled his eyes and shuffled his way back to his room, slamming the door as loudly as possible.

Gerard took in a deep breath and exhaled before entering the bathroom to check his makeup. The eyeliner was fine, the stage makeup wasn't smudge. He flashed his teeth at the mirror and feeling satisfied, he made his way back to his bedroom. The sounds of The Smiths droned his ears as he approached.

"Dude, are you ready?" Ray asked lazily as he tugged on the end of his knot of the yellow bandanna.

"Yeah," Gerard replied nonchalantly as he picked up the invitation card from his paper-cluttered desk. He read the card again and made sure their names were on all five invitations, the time of they were expected and the venue. He folded it in half and pocketed it.

Just then, Mikey appeared out of nowhere and stood by the doorway. "Okay, I'm ready," he smiled proudly as he adjusted his black tuxedo. Ray burst out in laughter as he fell backwards onto the bed. Mikey glared at his friend and rested his hand against his hip as he looked at Gerard with a bored expression. "Can we go pick up Frank and Bob now?"

Gerard nodded and the trio filed out of the house and piled into Gerard's car as they drove to pick up the rest of their friends. First stop was Bob's place and the burly drummer was dressed as his favourite TV character of all times, Mr. Bean. The trio struggled to stifle their laughs as the man entered the car with his brown suit and neatly combed and gelled hair. "Don't say anything, just drive," Bob uttered from the corner of his lips as he stared out the window.

Next up was Frank's place and the guitarist strolled out of his house with a skeleton outfit and his face was covered in stage makeup as he was portraying Jack from Nightmare Before Christmas. "Hi, dudes," he took the passenger seat and buckled his seatbelt. He peered at the rearview mirror to catch a glimpse of the other three seated at the back. Once he saw Mikey's pale face and fake fangs, he knew he was dressed as Count Dracula and Ray had a mask currently rested above his bandanna. He was going to the party as a zombie and Bob went for Mr. Bean. He pursed his lips to prevent himself from laughing at everyone's crazy costumes. Gerard, the driver was dressed as Captain Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean, it was just too much for Frank to muster and he burst in fits of laughter. The other four remained silent throughout the whole drive towards the mansion where the party was held.

The sun had sunk as the band arrived at the large mansion. Cars upon cars were queuing to get in. It was lit brightly and decorated with various Halloween decorations. The quintet stood by the hungry large wooden doors and gaped at how big the place was. It was some party thrown by one of the bands they knew personally, 30 Seconds to Mars. They knew the lead singer, Jared Leto was more well-off than them but never did they expect this to be so… extravagant.

Beside the entrance, stood two guards dressed as the Death Reapers, their faces were mostly hidden under the long hoods, shadowing their features. Gerard handed the invitation and entered the bungalow. They were immediately greeted by hundreds of guests swimming around the place, most of which had a glass of something to drink whilst they chatted and laughed.

"Does anybody else feel like we don't belong here?" Ray whispered to his friends as he pulled his mask to cover his face. Frank and Mikey nodded but before the five of them could bail from the fancy party, a familiar face emerged from the sea of people to greet them.

"Hey, guys! Glad you can make it!" Jared flashed his pearly whites as he pulled Gerard in for a friendly hug. He was dressed as a priest which was a bigger surprise to the quintet. "Come have a drink," Jared said as he led them towards the bar at the living room. Bob gawked at the mini-stage which was built in the corner of the room. There was a drum set on it along with other instruments. He couldn’t help but noticed the sudden urge to run up there and pick up the drumsticks but he shook his head quickly and turned his attention back to Jared and the bar.

"What would you guys like?" Jared asked.

"Coke," Gerard replied immediately.

"The rest of you?" Jared glanced at the four.

"Same," they replied in unison.

Jared nodded and ignored the fact that none of them ordered any alcoholic beverages and informed one of the bartenders their orders. Frank looked at the ceiling above and was awed by the large crystal chandelier and the Renaissance painting on the ceiling. They got their drinks and Jared excused himself as he went to greet other guests.

"Man, ain't this something?" Frank said after Jared disappeared into the crowd.

"You think?" Mikey retorted as he finished his glass of soda and asked the bartender for more.

"What are we going to do now?" Ray asked as he scanned through the unfamiliar crowd. There wasn't even one familiar face in them. They shouldn't have agreed to come in the first place especially after their close friends from Taking Back Sunday said no to the invitation.

"I guess we'll just have to hang out for an hour or so and we'll make a move then," Gerard said after a long silence.

But before any of them could even think of mingling around, all the lights went off and the once bright house went pitch black. The noise-filled room went dead silent and the quintet weren't sure what was going on. Their heart thumped louder and louder against their ears. After a minute of adjusting their eyes in the dark, they saw one another but when they focused on the rest of the room, they found it empty and vacant.

"What the fuck?!" Bob squinted at every inch of the room and still there was no one.

Suddenly, a blue ray of light shone onto him and he realized it was from Mikey's mobile phone. The bassist held his phone high up so all five of them could see each other clearly. The rest followed suit and took out their phones and shone it across the room and hallways, there wasn't even a single soul.

"Okay, guys, can we go now?" Ray asked in a slightly shaky voice.

"Yeah, let's get out of here!" Frank said as he put the glass of soda on the bar and started for the exit.

"Wait!" Gerard called after him but Frank had already disappeared into the hallway where they came through. Frank didn't like the idea of being in such an unfamiliar territory which was a second ago filled with people he never seen and the next there was a blackout and everyone just vanished into thin air. His hands were perspiring as he traced his way back with the aid of his faint mobile phone light.

"Iero!"

He spun around at the sudden voice. He felt his body tensed up as he stared at the creature before him. It had boils all over his face and pale skin, yellow pus flowed down the corner of his mouth, his eyes were pools of black. The creature was advancing on him with his arms stretched out. He looked slightly familiar to Frank but all he could think of now was a hideous creature was trying to get him.

Without thinking, he forced all his will to move his body in the opposite direction only to meet another villain. But this time Frank knew who it was, it was Jared Leto, the host. His shoulder length dark brown hair was now in a tangled mess. The once crystal blue eyes were now clouded with darkness. His fair skin was covered with cuts and there was a large gash across his left cheek.

"J-Jared?" Frank stuttered in fright as he felt his own hands trembled.

"Iero," Jared grinned evilly, showing off his still white teeth. "I have something for you," he sneered.

"Er…wh-what?" Frank gulped down the knot that had formed on his throat as he slowly crept backwards.

"A present," Jared hissed as he continued to drift closer to his prey. There was a crazed look in his eyes that Frank had never seen in anybody before except in movies but those were movies and he knew he wasn't dreaming because of the pain he felt from biting on his bottom lip.

Just as Frank thought of bolting in the opposite direction, he felt a pair of arms wrapped around his arms and held him tightly. He could feel the hot breath against his now sweaty skin. "Let me go!” Frank yelped as he tried to struggle free.

"Not a chance," the croaky voice replied and it was then, did he realize it was Shannon, the drummer of 30 Seconds to Mars who was behind all the makeup of the first creature he saw a while ago. Damn!

"Shannon, bring him back to the execution site" Jared commanded and all of a sudden, Frank felt himself being lifted from the floor. Shannon had managed to carry him back towards the living room where he just came from.

"Get your fucking hands off me!" Frank yelled as he shook his body side to side, making an attempt to free himself from the surprisingly firm grip. It was no use, Shannon had him locked. He could hear their footsteps against the marble floor. He could hear his own heartbeat ringing in his ears as he fought.

Once they were back in the living room, he found his band mates were missing and he tried to adjust his eyes to the pitch black room once again. Only this time, the lights flickered back on and the tight grasp around him loosened.

He looked up to find himself facing the mini-stage and there was Gerard standing by the microphone, Mikey with a bass guitar strapped on, Ray with a Gibson Les Paul guitar and Bob behind the drum set.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRANK!" Gerard smiled as he announced into the microphone and slowly the vacant room was filled with people again. This time he noticed half of them were people he knew. There was Adam and the guys from Taking Back Sunday all dressed in their own costumes standing by the bar. The gangs from Killswitch Engage and The Used were around as well as they saluted him with the drinks in their hands.

Frank knew his jaw was hanging as he watched all the familiar faces appearing out of nowhere, all smiling at him.

"This is for you, Frank!" Gerard said into the microphone. Bob hit his drumsticks together and the rest of the band started to play as well. The melody was soft and the beats were slow as Gerard's husky voice vibrated in the room.

"This is the day
The day of the dead
Where children in costumes
Run around the streets
Knocking on every door
Asking for candy bars
This is the day
The day of the dead…"

The song went on for the next few minutes and Frank found himself mesmerized by the voice and the melody. At the end of it, he clapped and cheered with the rest of the crowd. It was a great song and he wondered when the guys found the time to create such a piece. He felt like he was a fan of the band again like he used to be before joining them.

"Happy birthday, Frank," Jared said as he stood next to him and Shannon was on his other side. "Yeah. Happy birthday man. I'm sorry if we scared you. It's just all part of the plan," Shannon smiled apologetically.

Frank could only smile in return. He admitted the fact that they had all managed to scare the shit out of him. For a moment there, he really thought there was such a thing as zombies and monsters and what-not. He believed the fact that Jared and Shannon weren't humans but these sick creatures that feast on human flesh or something along those lines. Frank was just relieved it was a prank, a surprise for him.

Gerard, Ray, Mikey and Bob came towards him and every one of them hugged him. "Sorry, dude. We just got to do it. We're running out of ideas to scare you man," Ray said with a smile.

Frank hit his arm playfully. "Don't ever do that again!"

They laughed and went to chat with the rest of their friends as the night was young and the autumn breeze whistled quietly outside the mansion, and a pair of red eyes glinted in the bushes.

Notes

The End.