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Vampires Will Never Hurt You (Frerard)

chapter ten can i get another amen

FRANKS POV

Hunger.
That's what I feel when I wake up. Deep down to the bone, like I haven't eaten anything in weeks.

"Oh, you're awake." A voice to my left says. It sounds familiar, and I think I know him. A redhead appears in my line of vision. I do know him. He's my... He's my boyfriend. But boys don't date other boys... Do they?

He tosses a plastic bag of blood onto my chest. I stare at him in utter confusion. I'm HUNGRY. I want FOOD. Who drinks blood when they're hungry? I want a CHEESEBURGER.

I feel around inside my mouth with my tongue and feel... Fangs? What did I do last night?

"Go on!" He encourages me. I really feel like I know him. Is his name Gerald? No-Gerard. How do I know him? "Oh, shit." He says to himself. "Hi, I'm Gerard, your boyfriend."-Ah, so he is my boyfriend-"I turned you into a vampire a couple days ago."

Wait.

The cemetery, the bedroom, the alleyway, the forest.

I jump away from him like I was shocked. He smiles to himself, "Forgot that I'd have to jog your memory. Stupid me." He sits on the bed next to me, kissing my hand.

I pick up the bag of blood when my stomach growls again, and my instincts tell me to pierce the bag with my fangs, so I do. Oh, fuck. The blood tastes so good, I'm practically moaning. He chuckles, "Enjoying your blood? Here." He tosses another bag at me, and I silently thank him for everything ever.

I drain the first one and immediately move to the second one. It tastes just as good, if not better. I lean back into the pillow when I finish the second one, tossing the empty bag to the floor.

"Come on," Gerard says as he hoists me off of the bed. "You look to innocent to be a vampire. Let's get you a makeover." He helps me out of the ditch that he calls his bedroom, and leads me out into the night.
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FRANKS POV

Gerard stops outside a 24 Hour Mattress Store. Why the fuck are we here. He inhales through his nose as if smellinga familiar scent. Then he leads me inside. No one is inside except for a teenage girl at the counter. She has short hair, dyed electric blue, and is looking down at her phone.

"Hey, welcome to the mattress store. What can I do for you?" She asks, loudly chewing on her gum. "Yes, I would like a bright red mattress." Gerard says. The girl looks up from her phone and raises an eyebrow at me, then handing a key to Gerard. "Have fun at the Mattress Store."

Gerard thanks her and leads me to a hallway I didn't notice until now. He takes a left and then unhinges a painting. There is a dimly lit hallway behind it, with stairs leading down. He steps in, then holds his hand out for me. I take it, and he hangs the painting back up from the inside.

"Where are we going?" I ask. I had heard of Mattress Stores being a scheme to hide something, but I never actually believed it. "You'll see." He sticks the key into a door, and swings it open. There is what looks like a mix of a tattoo shop, beauty parlor, clothes store, and bar behind it. There is punk rock music playing in the background (Right now it's 22 Acacia Avenue by Iron Maiden). It's almost a Hot Topic.

"Gerard!" A man with black hair and a sleeve of tattoos yells. He walks over to us, hugging Gerard. "Brendon!" He says. So his name is Brendon. When the two pull apart, Brendon looks at me. "Who's the new para?" He asks. What does 'para' mean?

"This is Frank, he's a MT" He explains, and Brendon nods. "We don't get a lot of those anymore. Most of these bastards were turned in from the Trouble Trio." What the fuck does all of this mean?

"Alright, what does all of this mean?" I ask. "You must be fresh off the boat. That means you were turned recently. Para is short for parasite, which is another word for vampire. MT stands for Mutual Transition, it means that the human consented to being turned. And the Trouble Trio is Jet Star's crew. You know who Jet Star is, right?" I nod. Everyone knows who he is.

The two start talking and I zone out, picking up on words like 'tattoos', 'hairdye', 'makeup', and 'eyeliner'. Brendon pulls me into a salon chair and starts talking to me. He's going to cut off the sides of my hair and dye them platinum. Sounds good, I nod.

Thirty minutes later, Brendon turns my chair around and I see the me I've always wanted to be. The sides are shaved and dyed white, like Brendon promised. I smile at myself, and Brendon tells me to go over to Nicole for makeup. He points over to her, and I thank him.

But before I go to Nicole, I need to find Gerard. There he is, sitting at what looks like a blood bar. That must be where he got the blood I had earlier today. He's sitting next to this man that looks like a taller version of Brendon. Like way taller.

"Hi Gerard!" I say, and the second he turns around, he launches himself at me and practically shoves his tongue down my throat. Not that I'm objecting, but what the hell?

He pulls away and smiles at me. "You look so hot right now." He smiles. "Wait till I get my makeup." I tease. "Bye, Dallon. I have to go help my friend with something." Gerard says, then follows me to Nicole.

She has long, straight blonde hair, and is browsing through the makeup. One of the few people here without dyed hair or tattoos. She is very pretty though, and she moves with an elegance I haven't seen before. You could mistake her for a customer.

"Hi, I'm Frank. Brendon pointed me her to pick out some makeup?" I tell her, and she smiles. "Oh, yeah. I've heard some talk going around about you." She starts looking around, picking out a pale foundation and brushing it onto my wrist. "Pale, but that's what we're going for." She smiles, handing it to me. "Gerard told Dallon about you! Dallon and I are pretty much a couple, so I hear about everything he hears. Fresh off the boat, bitten by Gerard? Must've been nice, I remember when I got turned." Wow, how does she already know this much about me?

She holds out an eyeshadow palette to me, mostly reds. I take it, and continue following her. "Eyeliner... Eyeliner. There! She smiles as she picks out a dark grey eyeliner, almost black. She hands it to me, "Next we'll need eyebrow pencils. Those can be hard." She leads me to the pencils, handing me a pencil sharpener. Geez, those bring back bad memories.

"Take these," She says, "I'm the best vamp here at makeup, so here's what I would recommend. Cover yourself with the foundation, and give yourself a red Smokey eye. Next, add on eyeliner however you want, and the eyebrow pencil. If you're feeling fancy, I'd put an X over my eyes with the eyeliner." I just stare at her, my mouth gaping open. How did she do that?

"So I don't have to pay you or anything?" I ask. She smiles, crossing her arms. "No, the only thing you pay for here is blood. That shit is hard to get." I laugh, and wonder aloud, "Where should I go next? I've already done hair and makeup, now should I..."

"Tattoos, piercings, and wardrobes. You want to go to Pete for tattoos, and I do piercings too, and Ryan does wardrobes. Ask around for them, I'm sure you'll like 'em." She winks, and I laugh. "Thank you!"

Gerard is no where to be seen, so I ask the man he was talking to earlier, Dallon, where Pete is. He points to a short guy, shorter than me, even, and I thank him.

"Pete?" I ask, walking over to him. "Hey, man, would you like-OH SHIT!" He yells, dropping the pencil he was holding. HE quickly bends down, picking it up and standing up again. "Sorry-you scared me there. What are you looking for?"

"A tattoo." I say, laughing to myself. He sits me down in a chair. "Alright, beginner questions. Where and how big?" I tell him that I want it on my neck, and not too big. He nods, then starts asking different questions.

"When were you born?"

"Halloween, 1998."

"What are you doing in life?"

"I'm not sure. Let's say traveling."

"Deepest Desire?"

"Self Growth."

"Strongest Quality?"

"I'd have to say my creativity."

"What do you dream about?"

"Animals, mostly."

"And your name?"

"Frank."

"Thank you, Fun Ghoul." He says. Fun Ghoul? Is that another slang term? "Fun Ghoul?" I repeat. "Oh, yeah." He says, smiling. "Fun Ghoul, your vamp name. Mine is Bass Leather. And here..." He turns his sketchpad around, "...Is your tattoo."

I look at it, smiling. It's a smiley face, but the left eye has an X through it, and the smile is all stitched. How does he come up with this? "I'll take it." He smiles, pulling out his tattoo wand, or whatever you call it. The pain isn't too bad, it's just a bit worse than a cat scratch, but I still have to grimace through the pain. But it's worth it. When we finish, Pete hands me mirror, and fuck do I look good right now.

I ask him if he knew where Gerard went, but he says he doesn't know, so I decide to go get some piercings. Nicole gives me a nose piercing, and a lip piercing. Both are rings, but still no sign of Gerard. So I go to wardrobe, and Ryan is nice, but I'm mainly thinking about where he could've gone. Ryan gives me a bulletproof vest, a red tie, and a white dress shirt. What is his fashion sense?

I'm getting seriously worried now, so I go up to Dallon. Apparently, this place is a fucking hotel, too. And it's already day outside. So Gerard was busy getting us a room. How sweet. But I'm not quite sure why Dallon mentioned that the rooms were soundproof. Oh well.

He tells me what room Gerard is in, so I go to check on him, and to go to bed. I knock on the door, but don't get a response. A few more minutes, and I decide to just go in. The walls are black, and there is just one bed in the corner, with a dresser off to the side.

Gerard is lying on the bed, passed out. I smile, thinking of how cute he must've looked when he was sleepy. I step in and lock the door, laying down next to Gerard and cuddling into him. He smells of pine, odd. But I love him, nonetheless.

Notes

so yeah this is a long chapter and its kind of nonsense but I kinda need it to set up the rest of the story so bye
PS-did you notice all the fcking bAND MEMBERS WE GOT PETE WE GOT NICOLE WE GOT RYAN WE GOT BRENDON WE GOT DALLON WE GOT FUCKN EVERYONG besides Patrick and andy and joe and spencer and the other ryan and tyler and josh and pretty much every panic member

Comments

@cKayE
the first chapter is up!
http://www.mychemicalromancefanfiction.com/Story/91739/Touched-by-Demons-though-I-fall-into-grace/

xoxocass xoxocass
4/22/19

@cKayE
the first chapter is up!
http://www.mychemicalromancefanfiction.com/Story/91739/Touched-by-Demons-though-I-fall-into-grace/

xoxocass xoxocass
4/22/19

Sound really interesting! Excited to see what you do

cKayE cKayE
4/21/19

@xBatteryAfterx
:(

@revenge4kiljoy
yeah but the vcd staked them and all that shit after they died

xoxocass xoxocass
1/2/19