Vampires Will Never Hurt You (Frerard)

FRANKS POV

Right away, half of the place is gone. Just scanning the place I can still see Ryan, Brendon, and Dallon. It looks like Brendon is tugging at Ryan's arm, something like that. Reminds me of how Gerard is doing the exact same thing to me right now.

"Shit, Frank. We have to get out of here!" It takes me a second to let him pull me to the door, and soon I'm running alongside him. We nearly lose each other in the crowd of people. We were about to get through the door when we notice everyone running from it.

"They're here! They got silver and holy water, too!" I hear someone yell. Shit, when Gerard got close to holy water he burned himself. And silver is much worse! "Is there another way out of here?" I ask. Gerard shakes his head, clinging onto my hand for dear life.

Soon enough, half of the crowd is backed into a corner. The chaos has subsided, but there are several stragglers outside of the group getting beat up by Officers. Gerard backs us to the bar, whispering something under his breath. "Told me... Bert.... But he lied... YES!" Gerard turns to me, holding a... what is that.

I'm asking just that when an Officer grabs me from behind, holding a silver dagger to my neck. "SHIT! OH, FUCK FUCK FUCK!" I keep on cursing while he delicately rubs the blade over my Adam's apple. I feel like my neck muscles have tightened up, past the point of suffocating, past the point of death. I go limp in his arms, tears falling down my cheeks. So many people, I feel like there are 18 conversations going on inside my head, and I can't understand a single one.

I feel like I'm going to throw up, but I can't. My stomach is churning, trying to spit itself out through my closed throat. I'm helpless. I'm dying again. I'm hopeless. Helpless, hopeless, helpless, hopeless, helpless, hopeless, dying again.

I don't even notice that the Officer released me. Or maybe I did. All I know is that I can breath again. I let the sweet, sweet oxygen fill my lungs over and over again. In and out, in, out.

Gerard is dragging me to cover and I'm blind. I can't find enough energy in me to even force my eyelids to move. But he's slapping my face, over and over again and I feel tears fall to my cheeks that don't belong to me. He's crying.

I don't know what happens, but my eyelids fly open. And I'm sitting up. When I look at Gerard, he's practically sobbing. And I am, too. But of course, our moment is ruined by a shattering glass near my head.

Gerard stands up, pulling me up with him and putting my arm around his neck. He's holding that thing in his hand. It's like a megaphone, but you don't have to speak into it. He flips a switch on it and the Officers shriek and cover their ears. Some fall to the ground. But I only hear a dull hum in the back of my head.

Once they are all on the floor, Gerard turns the device off and helps me to the door. We run up the stairs together, passing a confused Vida. We're running, past the graveyard but not to Gerard's ditch.

After many shushes from Gerard, some lefts, and questions courtesy of yours truly, we arrive in an alleyway. Brendon, Nicole, and someone I haven't seen before are here. Gerard makes sure I can stand straight before he goes to hug each of them, then turns back to me.

"Frank, this is Patrick." He says, gesturing to the man I haven't seen before. His hair is a light brownish color, and he's shorter than me. Points to him for rocking that fedora. "Patrick, Frank."

I raise my hand a bit to acknowledge him, and he nods in my direction. "Frankie?" Gerard says, leaning me against the wall. "You should probably know that when I came to the Parlor the first time, Nicole saw my vulnerability. She told me about Ryan, Brendon, Dallon, Patrick, Pete, and hers meetup place in case something like this happened."

My eyes widen, and only now do I see the tears boiling on Brendon's eyes. And Nicole's smeared mascara. And Patrick's red face.

"Notice how only half of us are here."

- - -

Gerard invited them to stay at our ditch, as they lived in the Parlor. On our way back, Gerard asked them to wait while he showed me something. In the cemetery, he walks up to a grave. It reads, 'Mikey Way, 1989-2004'. The quote is what gets to me, though.

The Future is Bulletproof.

"He was fucking fifteen." Gerard says shakily. "He didn't deserve any of it."

- - -

Nicole and Brendon thank us for our generosity (their words, not mine), and we tell them that they can sleep on the bed together. They made sure that we knew that they weren't together, only friends. As with Patrick, he chose to sleep on the carpet. Now, I'm sitting outside with Gerard.

"We are gonna find 'em." Gerard says. "Nicole will make sure that we get Dallon. Brendon with Ryan. Patrick with Pete." "Yeah, but that can wait for tomorrow night." I say. Gerard chuckles, leaning onto me.

"Can I tell ya somethin'?" He asks, leaning over me. I nod tiredly, staring into those hazel eyes of his. "I love you." I don't even hesitate before I utter the words I haven't spoken in years. "I love you, too."

He smiles, then kisses me quick. I frown, kissing him a bit harder. His hands run up to my hair, squeezing my scalp. I gasp when I feel his tongue running back and forth across my lower lip. Just as he slips his tongue into my open mouth, he pushes me over, crawling on top of me. I giggle, and he starts kissing me harder. Just then, I moan. He chuckles into my mouth, and I frown when he disconnects.

His eyes rake over my neck, seeing the burn marks that the Officers dagger left. Now, he starts planting kisses all over the burn. Yes, it stings a bit, but I love him for it. "I love you, I love you, I love you." He mumbles over and over again.

And you know what?

I could say the same to him

Notes

I did a bit of a different writing style for this chapter. what did you think? inspired by my panic attack at my friends birthday the other day

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