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If You Marry Me, Would You... (Frerard)

Chapter 2

The pain was gone all at once. The fangs disappeared from Frank's throat, leaving him pressed flat against the wall, feeling weak and helpless. His whole body shook and his breath came out in short pants.

His attacker (or, "Michael") turned his head sharply at the direction of the other man who was calling his name. Anger filled him as he saw that person's face, the face he knew all too well, and his grip around Frank's wrists tightened, causing the smaller man to whimper pitifully.

"Michael, I just told you something, and I meant what I said. Get off." He repeated, his fists clenching as his eyes showed pure rage and hatred.

And then the tight expression on Michael's face turned into a devilish smirk, and all of a sudden he let go of Frank, letting him collapse to the floor, panting and whimpering, as he walked carelessly towards his older brother.

"Oh, Gerard! How nice of you to finally show up. We haven't met in years," he said, his voice now bright and cheerful, but unmistakably filled with venom.

"I'm not surprised why," Gerard gritted, and then continued. "I thought you weren't attacking humans anymore! God, from all the shallow things you could've done, this is definitely the worse."

Michael stepped closer, now facing his brother inches away from him.

"And why do YOU care?"

Gerard gave him a death glare. "Because you can't do that."

Michael's smirk faded, and he nearly spat in his brother's face. They were both clearly about to kill each other.

"I can do whatever the fuck I want," he whispered, and before Gerard had the chance to punch him, Michael spread his wings and flew away into the night sky, leaving Gerard and a half passed-out Frank in the dark alley.

After a few minutes, Gerard managed to shake himself out of his feelings, and went towards the other boy, who was slumped down on the ground, his eyes barely open.

"Hey. Hey you need to wake up," Gerard tried. His expression was cold as usual, but his voice showed concern, the concern he only let on when someone got bitten.

"Wha... where am I?" Frank murmured, blinking to focus his vision.

"You're okay. You're gonna be okay," Gerard said, ignoring the question. "Now I need you to keep your eyes open. You can't let yourself fall asleep, is that clear?" He ordered, quietly so the younger won't be startled. It was critical at this point.

Frank nodded weakly.

"But, wh-what h-happened?" He tried again.

"I can't tell you right now," Gerard said, his eyebrows giving him an expression of worry and fear, but he kept his voice calm. Although he was really starting to get pissed off at Michael for doing such a stupid thing. "Shit. Shit, what the fuck was Michael thinking," he hissed, more to himself than anybody else.

He looked back at Frank, who was clearly struggling with keeping his eyes open. Michael probably hadn't bitten him for too long. He could still move and speak, but the venom had already entered his body, and it could be deadly for a human.

"Fuck, okay, I need you to listen to me now, is that understood?" Gerard said quietly as he held Frank's face up with his hand. Frank blinked again and nodded. "Okay, I'm going to take you to my house. I'll make sure to get the dangerous stuff out of your body. I'm going to make you feel better. But to do that, you need to stay with me. Just stay awake, okay?"

"O-okay," Frank whispered.

Gerard quickly looked around him before pulling the boy gently and swinging him over his shoulders. Frank went willingly, too tired to resist anyway. He didn't know what it was inside of him that hurt him so much, but it definitely wasn't good, and if that man (who, he assumed, probably saved his life earlier) could help him, he would happily let him do so.

xoxoxoxo

Frank woke up on a big warm mattress, in an unfamiliar room, alone.

He looked around. It wasn't a big room, but it wasn't very small either. The walls were a soft shade of yellow, there was one wooden desk in the corner, a book shelf, a door that led to a small bathroom, and the big double bed he was sitting on.

Frank blinked at the sunlight coming through the small window on the other side of the room. It was definitely a morning sun, which meant he had slept pretty deeply in the past few hours.

But how did he get here? He couldn't remember anything from last night. Was he drunk again? Was he drugged by someone? Did he get robbed?

Everything was just too blurred out for Frank to concentrate, so instead he focused on scanning the room and the small details he didn't bother noticing before, like the stack of papers and pencils sprawled out on the wooden desk, or the small nightstand near the other half of the bed, where there was a small lamp and a framed picture of an old lady. Strange.

His observation was cut off by a stinging pain in his head, like a knife being inserted through his skull, followed by another, and another, and another. 'Shit, it must be a hangover,' he thought. The possibility of him drinking too much and getting wasted began to make more and more sense, but still, how did he end up in that unfamiliar house?

One-night-stands were something Frank always stood against. Even after having a whole bottle of vodka he wouldn't even think about doing it, which only left him more confused about where he was.

He grabbed his forehead hard, wincing, until suddenly he heard a noise coming from outside the room. He froze.

It sounded familiar, like he had heard it before. He knew that sound. He knew that sound very well, but from where?

He narrowed his eyes and listened closer.

It came to him after a few minutes that this was, in fact, the sound of a coffee machine, and just as he managed to make out what it was, the machine stopped and he heard footsteps along a small corridor.

Footsteps.

Why was it so familiar to him? He remembered hearing footsteps last night. They were cold, and quiet, ghosted. Yeah, he definitely heard them last night.

And he was terrified of them. Why? Was he in danger? Was he being chased? Was he with someone?

His eyes widened in worry and slight fear. Who could it be, in an unfamiliar house, in a room he didn't recognize, approaching him with calm steps? Was that the same person whose steps echoed through Frank's ears last night?

And then there was someone inside the room.

Frank's head snapped up to see the man standing at the door frame, the mop of jet black hair grazing his shoulders, his hazel eyes shining in the sunlight, his red t-shirt and black skinny jeans, two steaming coffee mugs in his hands.

And then it all hit Frank, like a slap to the face. He remembered the man's hair, his eyes, his lips, his nose, everything.

His eyes shot open and he pressed himself against the headboard, his expression showing fear and terror.

The pain.

He remembered the pain. That terrible, devouring, slow, piercing pain.

He shivered. The man at the door frame gave him a concerned look, considering whether to step inside or not, fearing it would only startle the younger more.

"W-who are you? Where am I? W-what happened?" Frank finally found it in himself to speak.

"Wow, hey, calm down, okay? I helped you," Gerard said quietly, now taking a small step into the room. Frank tensed up, but didn't move. He searched his brain for that man's character. DID he help him last night? Did he save him from the trouble he remembered being in?

"Y-you did?" Frank asked. "You did," he confirmed quietly to himself when he recalled his figure, and then looked back up at the man. "You saved me," he added. Gerard looked down for a second, then nodded.

"I-I guess I did," he said. Frank nodded slowly in approval, still in his thoughts, as Gerard took the chance to step a little further. This time Frank stayed still, and it caused Gerard to let out a small sigh of relief. At least the trauma wasn't that bad.

"Yeah," Frank said. They made eye contact again, neither smiling or moving closer. "F-from what, exactly?"

This time the sigh Gerard made was a little more obvious, but it wasn't a relieved one, but an "oh boy" one.

He walked over to his side of the bed and placed the mugs down on the small nightstand.

"Well... I'm not sure how to put it out really. You might not fully understand and..."

"Someone BIT me," Frank interrupted, more and more details appearing in his memory. Gerard looked up sharply, tensed, and eventually nodded. "But why?" Frank continued. Gerard swallowed. It was dangerous to let a human find out, too dangerous. But the boy was already finding out by himself, so he might as well tell him right now.

"It's um... it was..."

"WHAT THE FUCK," Frank suddenly exclaimed. Gerard looked up to see him nudging at his neck, right where the bite mark was. Gerard bit his lower lip hard. 'Oh god, this is gonna be bad,' he knew.

But before he made it to try and explain, the smaller man was talking once again.

"Is this... this is... no way. No, this isn't possible," Frank mumbled. His eyes wandered back to the black haired man, his whole body shaking, horror now clear on his face. "No... vampires don't exist," he whispered.

Gerard froze. He was NEVER that nervous in his life. He didn't know why. Maybe it was because of his vow, the one that made sure he would never harm a living soul.

He used to kill the humans who found out, got rid of them and left them there to bleed.

But never again. He will not murder another human being, not unless he had to.

But how would THAT human survive, anyway? Michael was the one to find him, and since he knew his brother all too well, Michael would know Gerard saved him. They've known each other for way too long. They shared a history.

And Gerard knew, once Michael finds a target (especially one that included hurting his older brother), he would do anything to get it.

Gerard shivered, and he was so focused on zoning out, that he didn't even notice the other man in the room staring at him.

"Are y-you a v-vamp-pire?"

The question startled him. He forced himself to open his mouth and answer. There wouldn't be any point in lying. The boy knew too much, and he seemed smart.

So Gerard cleared his throat before nodding slowly.

"Yes," he whispered. "Yes, I am a vampire. But don't worry," he added when he saw the human tensing up one again. He looked up at him. "I won't hurt you. I vowed to never kill a human again."

"A-again?" Frank stuttered out. Gerard nodded for the second time.

"Yes. But I swear I will not hurt you. I can't."

"Well... I assumed you didn't save my life just so you could kill me afterwards," Frank shrugged quietly, his hand still covering the side of his neck. "But who was that man who attacked me?"

Gerard felt nervous. He didn't want to terrify Frank even more and tell him too much about Michael. This would scare him away for sure.

"It was m-my brother," he said eventually. Frank waited a while as he took it in, and then nodded slowly.

"Okay... why did he bite me?"

"I don't know. Vampires are not supposed to bite humans anymore. Can you show me the mark?"

Frank hesitated. Should he trust this man to look at the damage? He was a vampire himself, after all, he might take the chance to hurt Frank like his brother did.

But he did save his life, and probably did it for a reason, so Frank slowly took his hand off of his neck and titled his head to the side.

Gerard leaned closer to exam the mark. It wasn't too deep. He made it to be there in time.
"You're lucky," he found himself saying after a few minutes.

"What? H-how?"

"The bite didn't cut too deep. And I was there in time to give you the anti-venom. It should've killed you, but you're not even that damaged. You should be grateful."

"I would be grateful if he hadn't bitten me in the first place," Frank muttered.

"But he did," Gerard pointed out, "And you survived. It's been a long time since a human survived a bite. But you're safe now, so don't worry."

"Okay," Frank nodded slightly. And that was the end of their conversation.

Gerard was about to reach out and touch the mark. He decided against it. Frank was confused and scared enough already.

They were both kind of sinking into their thoughts from this point on. Frank was still trying to take in all that had happened in the past few hours. He had been attacked. By a vampire. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't. There's no such thing as supernatural creatures. He thought he'd seen the attacker spreading his wings and flying away, but in his blurry state he couldn't really see anything.

And now? What would happen now? He might have been saved by that vampire, but how could he be sure he could trust him? He was still a stranger, let alone an extremely dangerous one. Will he even let him leave?

Gerard wasn't any less bothered. What is he going to do with that boy now? He couldn't let him walk around with Michael on his back. Michael was too dangerous for the human to just be there, all exposed and vulnerable. It would be as good as murdering him.

But how could Gerard possibly protect him? Should he keep the human in his house? The other would definitely get it the wrong way. He would probably think Gerard was kidnapping him. He might have saved his life, but that doesn't mean the man trusted him. He could as well be like Michael and bite him.

Only the thought of biting someone again sent a shiver down the elder's spine. No. Never again. He wouldn't. bite. anyone. ever. again.

Gerard narrowed his eyes for a second, suddenly having an idea.

"What's your name?" He asked, completely out of the blue. Frank blinked out of his trance and looked up at the other man.

"Oh, Frank. Frank Iero. Y-yours?"

"Gerard Way," he replied. They still didn't let a smile on their faces, stayed quiet and calm. Gerard looked around awkwardly, at his bedroom, scanning the papers and pencils on his small desk. He could barely even remember what it was that he drew last night before sensing Michael's presence nearby and going to check on it. Maybe it was a wolf. He would go and see later.

Suddenly his eyes landed on the framed picture on the nightstand, of the woman he loved so much.

His expression softened. She would want him to protect Frank, wouldn't she? She would tell him it's the right thing to do.

Was it?

Frank was doing the same thing, glancing around the room, when he heard a soft voice behind him.

"Coffee?"

He looked behind him, at Gerard sitting on the bed beside the younger man (now closer), holding the two mugs of coffee, which cooled out by now, one mug reached out towards him.
"Uh, oh, yes. Of course," he said simply and took the coffee from Gerard's pale fingers. "T-thank you."

Gerard nodded, and they sipped their coffee quietly. This must have been the most awkward situation in both their lives.

Frank was the one to break the silence again.

"So... this other vampire... your brother... Michael, right?"

"Y-yes, yes, Michael."

"Well, um... from what I gathered, he doesn't like you too much." Frank's eyes flickered up from his mug. He saw Gerard gulping. "You don't have to tell me, it's just..."

"I won't tell you," Gerard said firmly, his voice now cold. Frank was a bit confused by the sudden change of tone, but didn't push the subject. "All I can tell you for now is that he is a very, very dangerous man. He can get you in big trouble, and since he already found you, you don't have much chances against him."

"Wait, what? Why would Michael want to hurt ME now?"

"Because he tasted your blood. He's not the most mentally stable person, Frank. You won't be safe from now. It's too dangerous for you out there."

"Well, what are you suggesting?"

They both knew what he was suggesting.

"I can try to protect you," Gerard said. He wasn't quite sure about the other man's reaction. For all he knew, Frank could pour the hot coffee on his face and run out of the house.

But the younger didn't move. He actually seemed thoughtful about Gerard's statement.

He had already considered it after they zones out. Frank indeed wasn't stupid. He knew the risks and the chances and the perks, and once he finished his coffee, he already had the answer in his mind.

"Yes. Okay, I'll let you protect me. But how long will it take?"

"I don't know. I just need to figure out if Michael really is on your back or he was just looking for a quick meal. But if I know him well enough, it's unlikely to be the latter."

Frank furrowed his eyebrows, thinking things through, until he nodded.

"Yeah. Guess we'll have to wait and see. And thank you. You really didn't have to do this."

"It's okay. I don't like the idea of Michael walking around killing humans for no reason. Vampires shouldn't be doing this anymore, and if he thinks he can break the rules just because he has so much power he is very wrong." He looked over at Frank once again. "So yeah, I'll protect you. You'll be safe here. I promise."

Frank nodded again, putting his coffee down on his lap.

"Thank you."

Notes

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, please rate or comment if you did!

Love you all, stay amazing, and I'll see you in the next chapter.

Xoxo<3

(May 20th, 2017)

Comments

@RazorsChemicalsandPoison
Wow thank you so much!! This means a hell lot to me, and honestly it's not even one of my best stories, so hearing these comments helps me a lot! <3

MikeyLotan12 MikeyLotan12
10/25/17

ERMERGERD THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST INTRUIGING STORIES I HAVE EVER READ ON THIS SITE!

Oh man!!! Gee should let Frankie top him!! That would show that bastard ex of his!

domebedward domebedward
7/28/17

@domebedward
Thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked it. Your comment really made my day.

MikeyLotan12 MikeyLotan12
6/25/17

That was smoking hot make love! You wrapped up fucking and making love beautifully!! Well done

domebedward domebedward
6/25/17