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Vampires Will Never Hurt You (Frerard)

Chapter 3

Gerard’s POV

There has got to be a forest somewhere. Nearly 6 years like this, and I still find it hard to find a forest. There’s usually one around here.

Just as I spot a small wooded area I notice a cathedral with the sign “Donate blood now!”

Human blood? I haven’t had that in years. Plus, this stuff would probably last me at least a month. Making up my mind, I try to casually make my way to the church.

Just seeing the cross at the top of the cathedral makes the hair on my neck stand up. I won’t be able to go into the main area, given that all of the christian symbols scare the living shit out of me. I just hope that the blood will be in an office or something.

My skin crawls when I walk through the door. There are posters all over the hallway, pointing to a room to my left. Taking a quick look inside I see medical kits, most likely left there for the next day of blood donation. I reach for the knob, turn it, and let the door silently slide open.

I slip through the doorway and notice the plastic bags of blood connected with wires. With a sigh, I conclude that I’ll just have to take all of them. I sigh when I notice the absence of my backpack pressing against my back. This will certainly be difficult. If anyone sees me carrying bags of blood they will undoubtedly know that I’m a vampire.

I take the three plastic bags in my arms, struggling to not let any fall to the floor. There must be at least a gallon and a half in here, it’ll last a couple of weeks. They’ll notice the blood gone right away, so no need to cover my tracks. My stomach growls again, this time more demanding. I better get to the forest soon.

My hands shake as I rush out the door. I don’t know how much I can go longer without something in my system. I struggle to cushion my footsteps as to not draw any attention.
As soon as I get a good few yards into the wooded area I collapse, falling to the ground and scrambling to get the bags in front of me. Leaning on my elbows, I pierce the plastic with my fangs. I sigh as I suck in the red liquid, letting it fill my mouth. Unlike the animal blood I’ve been using for the past months, this blood isn’t cold nor hot, but somehow both, simultaneously. Much like saliva, but sweeter.

”Looks like quite the feast your having here.”

I pinch the opening in the bag as I turn away, sighing when my eyes come to meet someone called Ray, though everyone in these parts call him Jet Star. His hair is done in a fro, as usual, and his arms are crossed. This guy has been giving me trouble for my whole ‘life’, since I turned to a vampire. Always teaming up on me with his gang, peer pressuring me into killing a human. He’s nothing but trouble.

”What do you want, Jet?” I ask, my voice hoarse. Ray smirks, and begins pacing back and forth. “I see you’ve got some high class chow on your hands. Me and my boys want in.”
Great. Just like old days, back in school. The popular kids picking on the guy who just wants to be alone. The only thing I know how to do is compromise. “Tell you what. I’ll get you one bag. There’s gotta be two or three pints in there.” This better work. I’ve barely gotten my fill of
the week.

”Nah, Poison,” Ray says. Geez, I almost forgot of my nickname, Party Poison, “We want it all. The whole jackpot.” He gestures to the bags, then to the tree above him. His two cronies, Vivid Red, and Haunting, (I don’t know their actual names), jump out from the gestures areas, and the three form a sort of formation.

”Well, Jet, Red, and Haunting,” I mumbled just loud enough for them to hear, grabbing a backpack from behind a tree. In a heartbeat I threw the bags into the open backpack, sling it over my shoulders, and stand up. “Looks like you’re out of luck.”

Before Jets fist can make contact with my chest I turn and sprint away, heading as far away from Frank’s building as I can. My heartbeat is heavy in my own ears, almost dampening out the pounding of three pairs of feet chasing me. What’s the worst that can happen? It’s not like I’ll die.

I’m not sure how well the Trouble Trio, (nickname courtesy of yours truly), can climb trees. Tree climbing has always been my strong point. Plus, even if they could, I would have a height advantage to easily kick them out.

I take a sharp left, sprinting straight through traffic and into another park, not too far away from the cemetery. I chance a look behind me, and see the gang a couple of yards away, but closing in fast. There is an oak tree with a low branch a couple hundred feet ahead, that could be my escape route.

I make an effort to time my footing just right to hop onto the tree limb, swing around and land on a branch a couple feet higher. A quick glance down informs me that only Vivid Red can climb, with the others waiting eagerly at the trunk. A couple of branches higher and I can skip to another, taller tree.

I gasp in pain when I scrape my ankle on a limb, but keep on powering through till I see the jump. Just a few feet, but nearly impossible when you consider my situation. Red was still a few branches behind, and nearly to my spot. I reach out to the branch, hovering on the last stable part of my platform. Just as I grab hold of it I hear Red jump to my limb and make his way over.

I let go of the limb Red is on and make an effort to swim to the next tree. But I only make it halfway until I yelp in pain; Red has a hold of the collar of my shirt. The force of Red pulling me back and gravity combined nearly chokes me. Pulling with all my might on the branch, my hand reaches back to punch the fingers nearly wrapped around my neck. Red looses his balance and falls off the branch, loosing hold of me. I smile to myself when I hear the thump of his body hitting the ground, and Jet and Haunting cursing at me from below.

I continue my journey through the air and land on a branch, lower than I had expected. The weight of the bags in my backpack is still there; so that’s good. I climb to one of the top branches, and make an effort to find a comfortable position. When nothing is uncovered, I let out a sigh when I pull the already open bag from my backpack and lean on the tree. I begin to take in more of the crimson liquid, leaving half of it empty. I would finish this bag in the morning, but for now it would be nice to sleep.

Notes

schools starting soon. expect less updates

Comments

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

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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