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Vampires Will Never Hurt You (Frerard)

chapter 22 jet star is blue

GERARDS POV

We drive back in silence, almost exactly how we came. I don't look at Frank, I don't look back when Grace's sobs break the silence, I keep my eyes fixated on the road ahead of me. Nothing breaks my gaze, not the numerous other cars honking at me, not the itch on my nose, not the numerous tears streaking down my cheeks.

I hear sirens following me and I only speed up. The twists and turns that lead to the mansion are burned into my brain, and the VCD sirens wear off soon enough. 19 tears later, I pull into the garage and sit there for a second, unlocking the car doors so the rest can get out.

Frankie opens the car door and walks over to my side, studying me through the window. His eyes drift to the back seat, and his expression goes from slightly worried to absolutely terrified. His eyes are wide, and his face is even paler than usual.

He says, something, but I don't hear it. His fist bangs on the window, and that's when I look at him. I roll down the windows, and his mouth spills out words held back by glass.

"Grace is gone." He tells me, and I look back. The car door is open, and there is a single pair of muddy footprints. "Shit!" I exclaim, stepping out of the car and searching the garage. One of the agents carelessly dropped their badge. Some bald guy, staring hungrily into the camera. KORSE - S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W UNIT.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit." I mutter, rubbing my fingers over the laminated edge of the ID card. We already broke in once! The security has probably skyrocketed by now. There is no way we are getting in!

Ray's black limo pulls into the garage, and Mikey hops out of the passenger seat before the car stops moving. I spot a few tears in his eyes before he pulls me into a hug, burying his tear-soaked face in my shoulder. "She's gone, Mikes. Both of them."

"Both of them?" He holds me at elbows length. He looks to Frank, who's explaining the situation to Ray. He looks at the keycard in my hand, and covers his mouth. I hear him whisper a few curses under his breath. I nod solemnly, reaching down to grab his hand. I used to lead him everywhere by his hand when we were young. We must be reverting to old times.

"Follow me. We need to get her back, and I have the perfect place to plan." Ray starts walking to the corner of the garage, pulling out his phone as he walks. "Yeah, Dr. D. Get Show Pony. It's D-Day." He picks up a sledgehammer from the work table and gives the wall a big wham. It leaves a fair sized hole in the wall, and he uses the hammer to make the hole big enough to climb through.

"Follow me, and don't ask any questions." He tells us. God, Ray. Why so mysterious? Frank goes first, then Mikey, and I go in last. When I stand back up, Ray is leading us down a staircase, like the one in the mattress store. "Dr. D is gonna help us break in. Show Pony is his assistant."

He flips the switch at the bottom of the stairs, and I'm a bit amazed by what I see. In one corner is a bar, with a wine wall next to it. In the next corner is a large desk, with some computers that I have no idea how to use. Keep in mind, last time I was in actual civilization was 2003.

Next is a lounge space, with a big table and some paper and pencils set on it. He steps to the bar and pour some glasses of wine. "Do you want any? I know you guys are technically underage." I nod, having not had wine for a few years. Frank and Mikey shake their heads, and Ray pours one more glass. "Make yourself at home. We're gonna be here for the long haul."

I sit down on the couch, and Frank snuggles up into me. I throw a blanket over us, and kiss his cheek. Ray hands me my wine, and I take a sip. The sour flavor washes over my tongue, and I roughly swallow the liquid that I used to despise. I hold the glass out to Frank, offering if he wants just a taste. He takes it in his hand, and tilts the glass upwards.

He hands the glass back to me, which I set on the table, and licks his lips. God, that's so hot. I would fuck him right now if I could. But right now, a kiss on the neck will have to do. But soon, the kiss turns into something more heated. I lick down to his collarbone and start sucking on his neck, causing small moans to erupt from his throat. I feel a small something press against my dick, and his hands wrap around my neck.

I hear Mikey clear his throat, and I look over to see Ray staring at the ground. "Would you mind? Dr. D is gonna be here soon." I rub my neck, and Frank crawls off of me. He stays close, though, and I pull him against me. I hear two pairs of loud footsteps, going slow down the stairs. A few moments later, two odd characters round the corner.

One of them has long, black hair and dark brownish skin. He has a bandana and sunglasses on, and his arm is wrapped around the weirder of the group. He has a thin and pale face, and is wearing a white crop top with bold black letters reading noise. But what made the loud footsteps are the roller skates tightly laced around his feet.

"D!" Ray exclaims, rushing to help Pony Boy deposit Dr. D into the open chair. "Dracs," He explains, and I whisper into Frankie's ear that it's slang for VCD officers. He nods his head, and Mikey kneels down to inspect the slash that goes across both his legs, right below the knees. He whispers to Show Pony to get some needle, thread, and rubbing alcohol, and he skates off to get the stuff.

Ray comes back in the room (how did he leave and not get noticed?) with a wheelchair and helps Mikey move him to it. "We need you to get on the VCD's database. Security cameras, mealtimes, whatever you can find." "Right, need me to set up a radio station?" "Use the 109."

D starts fiddling with the computer, and motions for Show Pony to roll over. Ray lays out a map of the VCD and an eraser. "Where do you get all this stuff?" I ask, picking up the eraser. "I have my sources. This eraser will be the trans am." He takes the eraser from my hand and sets it in a tunnel a few hundred yards from the building.

About 30 minutes later, Frank has begun wondering around. Mikey is interrupted mid-sentence, when Frank lets out a small yelp. "Oh, yeah, that..." Ray trails off, and I walk up to the wall that Frank supposedly knocked over. A lit up room is behind it, and there are rows of guns and masks.

"We should probably pick some out. It'll help with the plan." I look around the room, and spot a bright yellow gun. I delicately pick it off of the shelf, and mumble something to myself. "Why hello, Poison." There is a yellow, blue, and black domino mask sitting next to it. I hold the mask up to my eyes and look to Frank, who picked out a green gun and a Frankenstein's Monster mask. Mikey chose a red gun and a bikers helmet, reading good luck.

"I think we found our ammunition."

Notes

I lied about korse
please comment and rate
this poem is bad
my friends name is cate

ps im on the popular page again so thanks you little shits

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