Unapologetic Apathy

The entire place was black. Eerily dark, even for a vampire. Frank paced nervously, carefully stepping one foot in front of the other. His boots made a soft thud on the rug. He waited for his eyes to adjust, but it took a while, and for a second he was blinded, excepting the pool of dim light beaming from the window.

"Oh, boy, this is going to be so awesome," Sam said in his earpiece, which made him jump in surprise.

"Shush," he hushed him.

"Sorry! Wait, are you- are you scared?"

"No! It's just adrenaline! Now shut up, Sam, Way is probably awake by now. Leave the rest to me," Frank snapped. The boy on the line hurriedly shut his mouth. He heard mumbling at the other end of the line, and he reached up to turn the volume down. He needed to concentrate.

He felt like e was being watched ever since he broke through the window. His eyes had adjusted, and he could see the grand room. The walls were high and lined with oil portraits. The furniture was heavy and antique, yet in good condition. There was a fireplace facing the door, and above the mantle was the biggest painting Frank had seen.

Oil, of two people. One was a smiling man, the other a barely identifiable shape of a girls face. The man had dark raven hair and pale skin, and was wearing elegant clothing of the 1800's. The only thing recognizable of the girl's figure was the light blossom pink dress and a tiny bit of hair. The rest was slashed through across her face like an angry wound.

He stared at the painting a bit too long, then, because he lost his focus. Something felt like it had shifted or something. Something in the shadows of the room was....moving? Slowly, grafually, and defiantly towards him. He focused on the silence and tried to identify an abnormal noise. Like footsteps.

One. Two. Three. He ducked down and pulled the dagger out from his boot and sprung back up. He spun around. In front of him was only darkness. And a silhouette against the pith black shadows.

He rememberrsd hearing about a game called the Midnighg Man. It was a hide and seek game with a shadow demon, and it looked like an outline of a person in black contradiction paper. And it felt like he was looking back. He didn't dare real eye contact, in fear it might move.

"Hello?" He said to it. The still shape slowly cocked its head to one side. He held in a gasp. Sam and the others were listening. He couldn't show the kid he was scared. He squared his shoulders and straightened his back, raising the knife to a more accessible pose. The figure didn't answer.

"Rude. You know, it come to help you," Frank sighed. The figure rolled his head back to the other side and it felt like he was being studied. This time, the shadow answered with a soft voice.

"What is your name?" The man asked Frank.

"Are you Gerard Way? Owner of the Way manor?" He replied.

"Who else would I be?"

Frank took a deep breath. This man was the master of the estate. The legend claimed he had died, killed by his fiancée. They also claimed she took his money and left the country as soon as she could. And he was left alone in the manor for eternity, killing whoever trespassed. But that was just a legend made up by authorities to keep meddling kids out of where they weren't supposed to go....or was it? Frank was here to find out.

"M-my name is Frank Iero. I've come to help," He claimed. He heard a scoff.

"What help are you willing to offer with a knife? Years since anybody has came here, and you come with a knife. To help," he said sourly. Frank slowly reached to put the knife away. It slid and rested back in his boot, the hilt still reachable, but less convienient. The creature straightened and peered down at Frank. Well, he wasn't exactly the tallest, but the man seemed to be on raised surface of some kind.

Abruptly, the man stepped down the steps. He was standing on a platform. A staircase. Was he there the whole time? Frank frowned. The man walked slightly into the moonlight from the window: the sun had set. Frank was now in the other's territory without even his silver dagger to depend on.

From the gentle light, he coul make out lame features and dark hair. His hair reache his shoulders, witch were dressed in a black suit jacket and 1800's fashion. His face was pale and his eyes were rimmed red. He had on a perpetual smirk. Suddenly, the man held out a black-gloved hand for Frank to shake. He cautiously reached out to do so-

and was pulled into strong arms and shoved into the wall. His elbow pinned Frank's chest to the wall and the other hand gripped his shaggy black hair. Frank heard Sam shout into his ear, but he ignored it. Unhelpfully, the vampire did not.

"I can hear that," he hummed, an evil smile forming on his lips. His face was mere inches from Frank's, and he held his head at an arrogant angle, and Frank kids wanted to punch it off. Though, he had to admit, he was by far the cutest vampire he'd ever slay. "Take it off."

Frank reached up to grab his earpiece. He ignored Sams panicked shouting. He lowered his hands to drop it to the ground, but instead reached into his coat jacket and found his holy water. He uncapped the flask and threw it into the vampjre's face. He jerked back and put frantic hands to his sizzling skin. He gasped in pain as shock.

"Ow! Damnit!" He spat. Frank wriggled away. He took this chance to reach back for the knife. He pulled it out and flipped it over his knuckles dramatically. Then, he lunged to stab the beast in the stomach. However, he was faster than Frank. He grapes the wrist he held the knife in and squeezed so hard he dropped it. It hit the ground with a clattering noise.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're making a big mistake," Frank started. However, it don't stop the man from leaning in closer and taking a big smell of his neck. Creepy. But, what did he expect from a bloodsucking leech? He pulled away looking excited and greedy, like a kid awaiting a cookie.

"I can't wait to save you for later," Gerard whispered, "a little now, some tomorrow. Who knows how long you'll last?" Frank whined and tried again to squirm away, but the vampire was stronger. He didn't look stronger, but he was like a rock.

"No, wait," Frank started to bargain. This caught the vampjre's attention. "My friend has access to a blood bank. I can get you all the stuff you need. I wit tell anyone you exist, if you dont kill me. "

"Nice try," he hummed, and tried to bend back down over his neck. He bared his fangs. Frank jerked back at the sight of them. Razor sharp, white canines impossible to miss. Too big to even seem human. They tickle the skin in his neck.

"No, wait! If you keep me alive, I will do anything. I'll give you blood, I'll run your errands, and we won't kill each other. We all know youre stronger, anyways. "

The vampire laughed. "Only if I get to drink from you ever so often."

"D-deal," Frank stammered.

"And now is one of those times," he said as he quickly but down on his neck. He gasped and tried to flinch away.

But the deal was made.

They made a contract stating the terms and signed in blood.

Notes

I'm tired it's midnight j have camp so goodnight !! Tell me if u enjoyed!