Vampires Will Never Hurt You (Frerard)

Gerards POV

I stretch my legs when I gain consciousness, and my eyes fly wide open. Frank is sitting next to me, cross-legged, on our bed. I think he's... reading? He must've picked up some things that I missed. With a closer look I see that it's the first edition of Watchmen.

I sit up, running my hands through my hair. "That's one good comic you got there." I smile. Franks head spins to face me, and he shuts the comic book. "One of my favorites." I lean down and lay a soft kiss on his lips, and he smiles up at me.

I lean back, taking him with me, so my arms are wrapped around him and his head rests in the crook of my neck. His body heat warms me much better than the thin blanket I normally use-no wonder I got such good sleep last night.

"Honey, I wish we could stay like this forever, but I know you're hungry and I need to talk to someone." I mumble into his ear, and he whispers back, "I'll gladly go as long as I'm with you."

He stands up and I do, too. With a quick glance outside I see the sunset, it shouldn't be long 'til we can walk around. I start climbing out of the ditch and help Frankie out, too. By the time we get out of the forest I think it'll be night.

"So." Frank says bluntly, "We... we killed someone last night." There's a grin on his face. "I-I didn't think I'd ever do that." I smile at his naivety. "I never thought I'd kill someone again, either."

"Again?"

I stop in my tracks, thinking up a good explanation. Eh, fuck it, I'll tell him the truth. How I was a mass murderer-just kidding.

"Y'know how I was your nurturer?" I ask. Frank nods, telling me to go on. "Jet Star was mine and-wait-before you get mad let me explain."

The blood that rushed up to Franks cheeks slowly subsides, and I continue. "Most people don't get to choose their nurturer. They either die of natural causes and don't get staked, and the nurturer comes and finds them. That's what happened with me. Or they get killed by a vamp and then get taken in.

"And after I, y'know, killed myself," I said the words quietly and slowly, "Ray found me. He took me in, he was a couple years turned, and from what I remember, it was like he hid me from Vivid and Haunting. He brought me in daily meals, hid me in his bedroom. I didn't know what to think of it. Then when this one guy, Dennis, came along, he turned Ray into a fucking amp-a vampire that kills people A LOT-and Ray started turning me to an amp. I wouldn't take it, so they kicked me out. Once a night they would come out to find me and give me a little 'gift' but I found shelter with Bert, the guy who runs that vampire hotel."

"I'm sorry," Is all he had to say. And you know what? I don't blame him.

We've nearly reached the cemetery by now, I can see it through the trees. I think I'll visit Mikey's grave on the way back, and Frank can visit his father's. My eyes flicker to his marble headstone, but I mainly focus on the path in front of me.

I ask Vida for a bright red mattress, code for I'm a vampire and wanna buy some shit, and she hands me the keys. Once inside, I tell Frank to wait by the door while I get Bert. I go to Dallon and make conversation.

"Hi, Dal." I say. He looks up from his drink and smiles at me, "Hi, Way. So you have a boyfriend?"

"Yeah, you met him. His name is Frank, and I just turned him a couple days ago." I say. Dallon tilts his head, "It was a MT, right?" Of course it fucking is an MT, he's my boyfriend.

I nod my head, sitting down next to him. "Know where Bert is? I gotta talk to him." Dallon nods his head, leading over the counter to grab some blood. He holds a glass out to me, but I pass. "Ethan?" The bartender, Ethan, spins around. "Could you get the boss?" Ethan nods, walking off.

"You sure you don't want any?" He asks. Then I remember, Frank must be hungry. "Hold on-Frankie?" I call over my shoulder. Frank looks up, walking over to us. "Hi, Gee, is there any-fuck yes!" I hand a glass to him and he drains it, so I hand him another one. He drinks half of this one.

"We're talking to Bert. I mentioned him earlier, remember?" I ask. Frank nods, takin the seat next to me. "Oh, and Dallon." I say, turning back to him. "Thank you, I know that we don't talk much, but you're great, man."

"Thanks, Ge-"

"POISON?"

I jump when I hear Bert's voice. I motion for Frank to follow me, Bert will tell me if I can have guests or not. I hear the padding of Franks footsteps follow me into his 'office'.

Bert is sitting on a backwards chair in front of his desk, and motions to the couch in front of him. I sit down and Frankie does too, and I make sure to pull him close.

"Ah, a new arrival." Bert smirks, propping his left ankle up on his right knee. "Information?"

"Frank Iero. 17, MT, turned 5 days ago, and my boyfriend."

His smirk grows wider, and I can't help but feel uneasy. He's never been like this. "You probably already know, but-" "-Kenny tried raping-what was it-Frank, here? Yes, and you two killed him after that, leaving the mess for my staff."

"You make it sound worse than it actually is, but yes." I say. He smirks again-wait. He has his covers on. Covers are small pieces you put at the end of your fangs to make them look normal. He only ever wears them going out, and they are super hard to get.

He stands up, and when Frank and I don't, he waves his hand impatiently at us. We follow him out to the bar, where he just stands there. Odd.

The next minute goes by in a flash.

"HEY!" Bert yells, quieting the entire salon instantly. "VCD IS COMING! THE PLACE IS BUGGED!"

Then hell breaks loose. I let my gaze linger on Bert just long enough to see the devilish smirk on his face

Notes

ooo cliffhanger
and yeah I didn't upload on franks bday but I had an assload of hw.
haven't had much smut or fluff lately. ill fix that soon