A Soul I Cannot Save...

Frank had run into a bit of an obstacle, and by an obstacle, he meant a chain-link fence. It surrounded the whole apartment complex. He would need some sort of code to get in. It was late, 11:40, and there was no one around to let him in. God had warned Frank of the dangers of divine intervention. But at times like this, there was no other choice. Between the cab he'd taken there and he and Mikey's dinner, he had spent all the money he earned in his tiny paycheck. He didn't know how they were allowed to pay him LESS than minimum wage.

Frank sighed. His eyes closed, he inhaled and held the air in. Angels were very powerful beings. Their powers were equal to that of God's, they just lacked the discipline to carry out God's acts. Frank was special, though, that was never to be doubted. He was very much in control of his energy. He could use his power to break the lock, but he didn't want to. An angel's magic is inherently unstable. He could destroy the whole gate if he wasn't careful. He also didn't feel comfortable breaking things with his gift.
So he settled for kicking it. He kicked, and kicked. CLANK CLANK CLANK

When he finally got it open, he felt terrible. Looking down at the crushed metal bits of the locking mechanism, he felt like a monster. He also felt exhausted, he decided to pick up the pace before he got any sleepier.

Walking up to the building with the right address, he started to sweat. His heart pounded. He took a single step into the apartment building and his senses were completely overwhelmed with a disgusting smell. It was sickly sweet, like licorice. It was difficult to inhale with such a overbearing odor floating around. He wondered how the people could pay rent for a place that smelled like weed and burnt sugar.

He knocked on the door, 210. It was at the end of the hall, farthest from the stairs. The hallway's walls were green, with lighter stripes. It looked nice, but that didn't take away from the smell.

He heard someone approaching the door. They opened it about 4 centimeters, the chain was still on. A man, taller than Frank, with long, dark hair looked down at him.
"You're Bert?" Frank asked, he didn't know what to expect, but he knew it wasn't that. Most people didn't date people with the EXACT same aesthetics as them, did they? It kinda freaked him out, how stereotypical it was of Gerard to date someone as similar to himself as Bert. Maybe their difference was in personality.

Frank released the breath he'd been holding since he entered the gross-smelling building. When he inhaled again, he realized when the smell was coming from. He had to stop himself from gagging. The stench was nearly enraging. He was oddly compelled to close the door himself. Before he got the chance to, it slammed shut.

"Wait! It's me! You-you remember me right?" He'd never met the guy. But he had no idea what else to do to get him to open the door.

"No, that's why I closed the fucking door. Go home, kid." Said the trashy smelling guy from inside the locked door.

"You remember me, man. 12th grade? Don't tell me you forgot? We were buds, remember?" Frank was failing miserably. Bert could probably see right through him.

Frank heard a small giggle from the door. It was cute, full and husky, it was reminiscent of a large dog's roaring bark. It was a bit difficult for Frank not to see the appeal in it and suddenly Gerard's view of him made sense.

"I know you're fucking with me, if you want my shit, just say so. Besides, I didn't even go to 12th grade. " Bert laughed again, he was clearly amused by Frank's poor attempt at lying.

"Okay, yeah, we don't know each other. But we need to talk. We have an, uh, mutual friend. Gerard Way." As soon as he finished his sentence, the door unlocked and swung open, nearly hitting Frank.

"Sorry, it opens outward, I don't know why." Bert said. Frank got a full view of him. He was one of those rugged, 'I don't give a fuck about looks' kinda people, but he made it work. He was obviously attractive, maybe a little more if he shaved.

"It's fine-" Frank's sentence was cut off.

"How do you know him?" Bert asked, pulled Frank inside of the apartment. He couldn't bear the stench.

"What the hell is that smell?" Frank said in response.

"What do you think, asshole?"

"No, not the weed. The sweet one." Frank questioned.

Bert looked extremely confused, he hadn't showered in a few days, so it certainly couldn't be him.

"We're friends." Frank said, answering his previous question.

"Where is he, I tried to call his shithead brother, he wouldn't answer. Are they okay? It's been forever. How is Gerard? We need to speak to each other. Is he with you?" Bert moved to open the door again.

To Frank, he seemed concerned, not just about Gerard, but Mikey, too. He might not be as bad of a guy as Mikey led on.

"They're okay, I promise. But Gerard doesn't really..." Frank trailed off. Bert bit hit lip. He pushed his shiny, black hair out of his face, and shook his head.

"He doesn't want to see me, does he? I understand. I thought he'd be happier, if we could be together forever, y'know? But he was t ready and maybe I pushed him a little too hard and things go out of hand. W-what happened to their parents? Are they okay too. They're selling the house? I saw a sign when I went back." Bert finished. Frank was confused, but if he was going to get it out of him, he needed to act as if he already knew.

"They're dead. The house is for sale. Gerard and Mikey are in a group home." Bert looked horrified. His glassy eyes seemed to melt into a cool stream of blue, flowing round and round.

"What? They're gone. No wonder he doesn't want to talk to me anymore. He told you, about what I did?" Bert asked. No. But he didn't need to know that.

"Yes. He needed space, so he never called. He seems very upset. Maybe you guys can talk it out anyway." Frank replied. Bert's eyes narrowed, and Frank knew his answer was too vague.

"You don't even know what I'm talking about do you? Because if you did, which you obviously fucking don't," Bert got closer to Frank, so that their chests were touching and Bert could look don't at Frank, "You'd know that it's irreversible and that no amount of 'talking it out' will fix what I did." Bert spat.

Frank definitely wasn't intimidated by him, but if he was, he might have shat his pants. Bert looked like he was ready to kill. He hadn't moved from their current position and he was still staring down into Frank's eyes, awaiting a response.

"Just tell me, if I try hard enough, I could guess it myself, anyway." Frank said, trying to sound convincing as if his investigation skills weren't as sub par as they were.

"I changed him. He didn't tell you? But he told you about me? Is he feeding?" Bert questioned. He was fuming.

"Changed him how? And, yeah, he's eating, but what does that have to do with anything." Frank said.

"He's half! Half a vampire, don't you know anything?!" If Frank were to be completely honest, he thought it was utter bull shit. But the intensity in which Bert said it, it made him believe. He finally knew what Gerard felt when Frank first told him he was an Angel. He fought the urge to ask him to prove it.

"A... vampire?" Frank asked, he didn't know what else to say, it was a a shock to his system.

"Only half. " He responded, saying it as if it were common knowledge, as if Frank knew what the hell it meant to be "half a vampire".

"I was born a vampire, he was changed, that's what makes him half, and me whole. That's what makes him able to digest human food, but he still can't live without blood, not comfortably, at least." Bert said, trying to get the clearly confused man to understand.

"Oh." Frank muttered. He'd gotten the answer he'd come for, but now that he had the information, he didn't know what to do with it.

"So, that's what happened to his parents."

"You changed them, too?" Frank quickly replied, hoping there was a silver lining. Maybe they were just in hiding and Mikey and Gerard would get their parents back.

"No, Gerard, he was...new. I'd just changed him, I tried to stop him from leaving, but he was stronger than me. He left and I didn't know he would, his parents, y'know, I never meant for it to happen like that." Bert finished. Frank couldn't even swallow his own saliva. Gerard killed he and Mikey's mother and father, he didn't even remember it. And he was staying in a house full of other boys that he could harm, including Mikey.

"Why would you change him, you knew he would be dangerous. What's wrong with you?" But there was no power behind Frank's words, he knew if his only way to be with Gerard forever was to make him possibly more dangerous, he would have done the same, still, it was irresponsible and cause a lifetime worth of suffering.

"I love him, and I was afraid of losing him. He was drifting away from me, and I felt like if he became immortal, he'd have no choice but to stay with me." As sick and twisted as it sounded, Frank could understand. So, he left him, unharmed, without any consequences except the pain of losing Gerard, because there was no way Frank would let them get back together.

He left the building, and began the long walk home, completely engulfed in his thoughts, and completely unaware he was being followed.

Notes

a third update today because i got a sweet comment :)