Vampires Will Never Hurt You (Frerard)

FRANKS POV (yeah I know ive been doing his pov a lot but it is building up)


I wake up to a loud banging on the door, and who I think is Gerard yelling to let him in. I start to yell back "in a minute" but then remember that the rooms are soundproof. So I stand up and start drowsily walking over to the door. I'm almost there before something tackles me, pushing me to the floor. I grunt when my head bangs against the floor, but something pins my wrists down before I can reach up to my head.

"He's not gonna fucking get in anytime soon, sweetheart." He smirks. My vision is blurry and I can't tell who it is, but their elbows keep bumping into my ribs. A soft something presses against my lips, and if I wasn't okay with this before, I'm certainly not now!

My hands reach up to try to push him off of me, but this guy is huge. "No... Stop... Get off..." I try to tell him, but it probably just sounds like breathing. Tears start to well up in my eyes, and the attackers lips move to my neck. Gerard can't help me. I'm alone.

"Get off!" I whisper-yell, when he starts sucking on my collarbone, close to where Gerard bit me a couple of days ago. "Mmm... You like that, Frankie?" He growls. I recognize that voice! He was so nice to me before, though. Why would he do this?

I open my eyes to let tears stream down my cheeks, and they only come faster when I see certain someone named Kenny hungrily sucking away on my neck. While Brendon was doing my hair he introduced me to him. I'm not even sure if this guy is a fucking vampire. I haven't seen any fangs.

My eyes widen even more when his hands start trailing down my chest, and start unzipping my jeans. He smirks up at me, and I cry out for help.

No fangs.

I could kill him right now, I just don't know how (A/N-but they found me). His hand slips into my pants and start jacking me off, and I hate that I'm getting hard. He isn't allowed to do that!

I try to think, do anything to get me out of here. But the only thing running through my mind is just fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fucK FUCK! I try to visualize myself pulling Kenny off of my dick and biting him, but how? I'll just try. It can't get much worse than this, it's not like he'll fuck me, right?

Right?

My hand somehow gets a hold of his shirts collar and I yank him up so my mouth meets his neck. "Mmmm, you're gettin' into it." He mumbles. He seriously thinks I'm going to give him a hickey? Yeah, right.

I let his neck soften up for a minute before I pierce his skin without a warning, and fuck does that taste good. I didn't realize how hungry I'd been until now. Kenny cries out and tries to pull himself away, but my grip on him is too strong. After a few minutes he goes limp in my hands.

I pull him over me and start sucking harder, feeling my stomach filling up. But I keep sucking. I can't let this one get away.

GERARDS POV (finally)

Frank won't open up! He must be in trouble, he can't still be asleep right now. I decide to back up, and take a running jump at the door. I know the guy who runs this place, Bert, he won't be too mad.

I start running and slam into the door. I fall back, cradling my shoulder in pain. There is a dent in the door but not much more. I take a couple more steps back than last time, and start running again. This time I kick the door, and it flies wide open. There's some dust flying around the room, so I can't quite see anything yet.

"Frank, what the fuck?" I yell when I see Frank hovering over Kenny. Franks fangs are buried in Kenny's neck, and blood is dripping down his shoulders. Frank holds up a finger, and I lean down. Kenny is a fucking human. Is Frank turning him or killing him?

That's when I notice the hickey on his neck. Is he fucking cheating on me? No, he wouldn't. I take hold of the collar of his shirt and pull it, and he flies away from his neck and close to my face. His eyes are wild and desperate, and I spot two puncture wounds on Kenny's neck.

I've got to say. Frank looks pretty hot with his new hairdo and blood dripping from his lips. But that isn't the point! "What the fuck are you doing?" I ask. Frank sighs in frustration, but starts talking nonetheless.

"I'm getting up, walking to the door, and the bastard tackles me. He starts making out with me, and I figure I should just kill him!" He explains. I nod, tempted to think it isn't true. But Kenny is sketchy, I know he would do something like this.

"I only have one thing to say, which is," I pause for emphasis, and to glance over at his unconscious body. "Can I finish him off with you?" Frank nods eagerly, then leads me over to him. I rip his shirt a bit and make camp on his shoulder, whilst Frank sucks on his neck again.

I haven't killed anyone for a while. And this blood is fucking delicious. I let it wash under my tongue and around my mouth before swallowing and sucking more. A couple minutes later, my feast comes to a halt. I can't get anything else out.

I pull away, licking away the thick red coating my lips. Frank is staring at me, a dignified look on his face.

"What do we do now?" I ask, and before I can think of some options, Frank jumps forwards and licks the blood off of my lips. I let out a breathy moan, and he smirks. I stand up, holding out my hand for him. He takes it and I pull him onto his feet and lead him to the bathroom.

Blood is sprinkled on my already red hair, and some of it is dripping onto my shoulder. Frank is worse; the entirety of his face is somewhat red, and the white hairs on his head are now orange-ish. I close the door and start stripping; it's what I always do after I killed someone (granted, the last time I did that was a couple of years ago. Habits stick).

Frank starts stripping too, and by the time the shower is on he's completely naked, like me. I take a glance down at his dick, which has a boner coming its way. I step into the shower and he does too, immediately attacking my lips. I kiss back, and it's like I'm possessed. Blood is so much different when it's coming from Frankie's mouth. My tongue darts into his mouth and starts licking around, earning a good porn-star worthy moan from him. Our tongues engage in a fight for dominance, and I nearly lose. He pulls away to look at me, smiling. The only thing left to clean is our hair.

He turns around and I make sure to get a good look at his ass before he turns back with shampoo in his hand. He reaches up and runs his fingers through my hair, washing it for me. I let out a moan-I have a thing for scalp massages. I get some shampoo in my hands and start washing his hair, too. We continue washing each other for a few minutes, then I reach behind me to turn off the shower.

I step out, Frank behind me and we get dressed. Just after Frank slips on his hoodie, he starts applying makeup that I suppose he got from Nicole. I go out and gather our things, and when Frank and I leave, we leave Kenny there, too.

Next, we pick out some stuff at the shop. Most people have to pay, but if you know the owner real well almost everything is free. Frank picks out some blood flavored stuff, like mints or candy. I decide to pick out an electric blue leather zip-up, two pairs of leather gloves, some hairdye, and some makeup of my own. We leave with overstuffed shopping bags in the middle of the night.

The girl with electric blue hair is still at the counter, poor girl. She might just have a night shift. I think her name is Vida. I give her the keys back as a sign that I'm signing out, and she thanks me for staying. Frank and I walk out, and once we get back to my ditch, it's nearly light.

"Today has been... interesting, to say the least." I say as I sit down on our bed. Frank nods, lying down with me. "I'm sorry about what that asshole did to you." I try to sympathize, and Frank sniffles. "I'll be okay. Trust me."

Notes

OH
MY
FUCKING
GOD
IM ON THE POPULAR PAGE JUST UNDER THE BET
the bet was the first fanfic i ever read on this site and now im on the fucking popular page beside it.
AND ALSO i will try to update again before franks bday
ANOTHER THING im real sorry about the events in the beginning of this chapter but it had to be done to make some other things make sense.