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He's Not Dead, He Only Looks that Way.

“Go away.”

The orgasms and the movements died down later that night. Gerard and Frank were lying next to each other, snuggling close together. Gerard was staring into Frank’s eyes just as Frank was staring into his. The silence was only disturbed by the soft music playing in the background by the radio nearby on the drawer. The two were in their own world, lost in each other’s eyes.

Gerard was admiring Frank’s bright hazel eyes and was conflicted with his feelings toward Frank. He knew he had strong feelings for Frank, but he was a demon. A heartless and rampaging demon .. he was worried he might hurt Frank unintentionally. Gerard raised his hand and brushed it against Frank’s cheek.

Frank had no doubt in his head he was in love with Gerard, but decided to keep it to himself. Frank even tested his love with Gerard by thinking about the bad things Gerard has done to him, but he shrugged off the bad memories.

Frank whispered, “Will Mikey find us here?”

Gerard smirked, “No, not for a while .. and if he does, we just keep moving forward.”

“So, we’re just going to run away from him?”

“I don’t want to fight him.”

“Why?”

Gerard frowned, “He’s my brother. I don’t want to hurt him.”

“But if he’s coming after you-”

“Ssshh,” Gerard hushed Frank and leaned in. He kissed Frank’s nose and smiled, “Just relax. We’re going to be okay.”

A knock against the bedroom door startled the two. They both looked toward the door to find Lindsey leaning against the doorframe, “Hey, lovebirds. There’s a bus filled with teens coming this way, coming back from a camping trip .. what do you say, Gerard?”

Gerard glanced at Frank, “Yeah, okay. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Lindsey turned away and walked back to where she came from. Gerard placed on his clothing, turning his back to Frank. Frank tried holding it in but blurted, “You’re going to murder teens?”

Gerard didn’t reply. He put on his shoes as Frank frantically put on his clothes. Gerard got up but was stopped by Frank who stepped in front of him, “Gerard, please, don’t do this-”

Listen,” Gerard said, “Let me pass.”

Frank froze, staring up at Gerard.

Gerard growled, “Let. Me. Pass.

Frank lowered his eyes and took a step to the side. Gerard paused briefly before kissing Frank’s forehead and said, “You can stay here if you want. Otherwise, stay close.”

Gerard walked on as Frank decided on the choice. He ran after Gerard who noticed Frank and grabbed his hand, leading him out the door to the car. After some time in the car, the car came to screeching stop in the middle of the road. Lindsey climbed out onto the roof of the car and called to the others, “I see it!”

Davy, Frey and Gerard got out of the car and stood outside. Gerard looked at Frank and said, “Don’t get involved.”

Frank slouched in the car. He can hear singing not far down the road and knew it was a group of teens chanting in their bus. Frank heard the bus come to a stop, burning rubber along the way. Frank looked out the window to find a man, the bus driver, stepping out and ordering Lindsey, “Hey! Get off the road! What the hell are you doing?

Lindsey grinned before jumping off the car, shaking it with Frank inside, and leaping onto the bus driver. Her jaw extended as sharp teeth grew from her gums. She dug her teeth into his neck and ripped off a piece of skin, making blood explode from the bite. Frank could hear the cries and screams coming from the teenagers and whimpered. Frank was about their age, 16 and older. He couldn’t help, he just had to watch teens his age being torn apart in front of him.

Gerard walked toward the entrance of the bus but a teen shut the door before Gerard could step inside. Gerard, with an emotionless expression, dug his hands in between the two doors, breaking his fingers, before tearing them off the bus frame. The cries of the teenagers rung in his ears as he stepped inside and faced them, “Don’t make such a ruckus, kids.” Gerard saw the teens cower on the bus seats as they witnessed Davy latching onto the side of the bus, peering inside through the window. Frey giggled as she climbed on top of the bus.

Lindsey was still eating away at the bus driver’s skin and organs. Her hand were covered in blood as she playfully tossed the skin into her mouth, savoring the taste. Drops of blood fell from her chin before she could lick it up.

Gerard called out to the teens, “We’re so sorry to make your lifetime come to a short stop but when someone’s hungry, they gotta eat.” Gerard’s mouth cracked as it extended. Screaming, the young adults climbed over seats or ran down the small aisle to reach the emergency back exit. Gerard targeted a young girl with brown hair and petite body. As the emergency exit opened, the teens ran out of the bus and down the road. Gerard ran and grabbed the young girl, reeling her back into the bus. Her body collapsed with Gerard on top of her.

Frey watched as the teenagers ran and cheered, “It’s so cute when they run!

Davy was already running past the teens, and stopped in front of them. The teens stopped in fear and one of them went on his knees and begged, “Please, let us go! We didn’t do anything wrong.”

Davy frowned, “I’m sorry .. “ Davy tackled the teen onto the road and bit into his neck. The other teens ran off in different directions, and one specific one, ran back to the bus and hid underneath it. The other teens were bitten in the leg by Davy so they couldn’t run far. It was a meal prepared for him and his friends.

Frank covered his ears and laid out onto the back seat. He couldn’t handle all of the screaming, begging, and most importantly, the blood. Frank whined until he finally couldn’t take it anymore. He ran out of the car and toward the bus. He climbed in, ignoring what Gerard was doing. He searched around for survivors before getting out and then he heard a small cry.

Frank got on the ground and saw a young blond teenager with hipster glasses and fedora. His eyes widen when he saw the pale boy and was about to scream but Frank hushed him, “I want to help you-I’m not like them, I promise.”

The teenager stared at him. Frank held out his hand, “Please, grab my hand.”

And he did. Frank led him into the car while the demons were distracted. Frank felt relieved when he saw that the key was in the ignition. He quickly turned it on, making Gerard shoot his head up. He quickly wiped his mouth and looked out to the car which was speeding off. Gerard growled, “Frank fucking Iero.”



Frank stopped the car at the safe house of the demons and grabbed the teenager. Frank ordered, “Stay behind me, do you understand?”

The teen nodded. Frank placed him against the house wall and stayed in front of him as dust flew around the two, revealing the demons in front of them. The teen behind Frank shook with fear as he stared at the fresh blood on the demons.

Gerard took a step forward, “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

Frank snapped, “You’re not getting this one. At least let him go.”

Lindsey wiped her mouth and sincerely replied, “We can’t do that.”

And why not?” Frank snapped.

Gerard relaxed his body, “He’s seen too much.”

Frank frowned at Gerard, “Please, don’t do this.”

Gerard looked at Frank before looking at the frightened boy behind him. He took another step forward, making Frank take a step back with the teen. Gerard muttered, “Frank, don’t make me do something I’ll regret.”

“What? You’ll hurt me?” Frank cried out, “I’m use to that.” He added in, “If you’re going to hurt him, you might as well hurt me-again.”

There was a brief moment of silence before Gerard yelled, “What do expect us to do with him? Let him ride off into the fucking sunset? All his friends are dead, and he might as well fucking join them. We can’t let him leave, he’ll tell others when we’re so well hidden.” Gerard added in, “You need to stop acting like a fucking weak sack of shit and get use to gore, Frank fucking Iero because when you’re a slave to a demon, gore is your best friend.”

Frank yelled back, “You can do whatever you want with him as long as he’s breathing.”

Before Gerard could rush toward Frank, Frey stepped in, “Well, we could always keep him.”

Gerard shot a hard look at Frey, making her cower a bit.

Lindsey backed up Frey, “That’s not a bad idea. It’s like another Frank except he’s our toy .. and I like toys.”

Gerard rose a brow at Lindsey, “You really want a mortal as a slave?”

Davy scoffed, “Sounds stupid to me.”

Gerard smiled, “Thank you, at least someone gets it.”

Frey clapped her hands together excitedly, ignoring Davy’s statement, “A pet! A pet!” She shouted with glee before appearing next to the teen who cringed when she hugged him.

Frank looked at the two and then Gerard, “It seems like Frey likes him.”

Gerard tightened his jaw, “Fine. You guys can keep him, I don’t care.” Gerard walked away back into the house, leaving the group behind. The group circled around their new “pet” as Frank slouched. He realized he just caused more problems between him and Gerard.

Davy asked the teen, “So, what’s your name?”

“P-Patrick .. S-Stump.” The teenager replied.

Davy scoffed, "Well, let's see how long you'll last, kid." He laughed as he walked inside the garage.

Patrick swallowed at Frey and Lindsey, “Are you going to kill me?”

Frey pouted, “We wouldn’t kill our pet.”

Lindsey smirked, “You’re kinda cute, you know?”

Patrick looked at Frank, begging him to help him in the awkward situation. Frank said to Patrick, “You’ll get use to it.”

Lindsey pulled Patrick away from Frey and smiled, “I get to play with him first.”

Frank watched as the two debated who got Patrick at certain times before heading inside to find Gerard. He can hear the shower running in the bathroom. He walked down the hall and stopped by the door. Frank listened in to the water running and knocked gently, “Gerard?”

“Go away.”

Frank grimaced, “Please, can I come in?”

“I said to go away.”

Frank listened and waited in the living for 20 minutes before he finally heard the water shut off. He waited some more before Gerard exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, and his black hair dripping wet. Gerard didn’t stop to talk to Frank, he just walked toward his bedroom. Frank followed close behind and shut the bedroom door after them, “Are you mad at me?”

“No, just annoyed by you.” Gerard admitted as he used another towel to dry his hair.

Frank’s heart collapsed, “I know I did the right thing-”

“No, you did a stupid and reckless thing.” Gerard turned to face him, “You still don’t understand, do you? If you don’t listen to me, I’m bound to rip you apart-and not just that, it’s just really aggravating when you don’t listen to me. It’s like you don’t find me threatening enough.”

Frank purred, “Because you’re not all bad.”

Gerard relaxed his body, “That may be true .. but when you disobey me, it makes me feel less like a demon-actually, no, it makes me feel more like a demon because I want to hurt you when you don’t listen.” Gerard added in, "And I don't want to hurt you at all."

“Well, what about when I want to make decisions for myself?”

“You can’t. That’s what being a slave is.”

“I thought I was more to you than a slave-”

“When the fuck did I say that? I said you are my slave, but I would protect you.”

Frank bit his lower lip and tried not to let his emotions show, “Okay .. I get it .. you win.” Frank felt his lips quiver and he couldn’t help but to shed tears. He turned his back toward Gerard and Gerard walked toward him. He said as he watched Frank cry from behind, “We can never be together.”

Frank’s eyes widen as he heard the words.

Gerard continued, “I know that I’ve been sending mixed signals but .. but we can’t. I’m not good for you .. we’re different, you and I.” Gerard added in, “We can set guidelines though. You listen to me. I protect you. You do what you’re told. I’ll make sure no harm comes you way-is that clear?”

Frank muttered, “What if you’re the one that’s hurting me?”

“Then that shouldn’t be a problem as long as you listen-and hey, you might even get rewarded.” Gerard smirked but it quickly died down.

“.. Ok.” Frank walked out the room, shut the door behind him, and collapsed to the floor and cried a soundless cry. He slammed his hands over his mouth and concluded that he fell in love with a person he could never be with because that person didn’t feel the same way, apparently. He admitted in his head over and over again as tears shed, “I love you Gerard.”

Notes

This chapter made me sad .. xo

Comments

Ughh I finally got my acc back and I'm wondering why you left this...?

WhiteCorpse WhiteCorpse
7/5/16

I am badly missing all the characters in this story. i really hope you're doing good and that you update soon :)

Helena Way Helena Way
6/18/16

omg this chapter was so intense and sad.... love it tho... cant wait for the next chapter.. update soon <3 :)

Erin_mcr Erin_mcr
2/22/16

IS THIS HOW WEEPING ANGLES ARE MADE? cx
Poor Jenna.

aww hope ure feeling better.. love this chapter.. ahhh im excitd to see what happens.. update soon <3 :)

Erin_mcr Erin_mcr
2/12/16