And One thing Lead To Another

Gerard gazed at his brother adoringly. Heck, he may be seventeen, but Mikey would always be Gerard’s baby brother. Said baby brother was currently deep in sleep, his mouth opened slightly as stifled snores escaped from time to time. He almost looked cute… almost.

Gerard smiled. He loved his brother, which was precisely why he needed to do this:
“Wake up fucker!” Gerard yelled as he launched himself onto his startled sibling. He landed right on top of Mikey, earning a furious gasp.

“What the fuck Gerard!” Mikey yelled.

“Good morning sunshine! Ya miss me?” Gerard asked, grinning broadly. He couldn’t help but laugh at Mikey’s unruly brown hair as he positioned himself so that he held most of his weight propped on his elbow while still draping over the now pissed Mikey.

“I did… right up until the moment you winded me you ass,” Mikey groaned, crossing his arms.

“Aw c’mon Mikes, don’t be that way. I only wanted to say hi,” Gerard pouted, earning an exasperated eye-roll from the younger Way.

“Is that so?” Mikey asked, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

“Yeah. Hi!” Gerard answered, flopping all his weight onto Mikey earning yet another groan.

“Gerard, fuck off. You’re making me cold,” Mikey whined.

“Hey, c’mon now. You know I can’t help it.” It was Gerard’s turn to cross his arms.

Mikey instantly regretted the complaint. It had been seven years since his older brother had been attacked and turned. You’d think he’d be used to the cold skin that came with the transformation, but alas, it was not something one could get used to quickly. Especially when exposed to it after being wrapped in his cosy confines of blankets.

“Sorry, Gee.” Mikey offered a small, apologetic smile to the older of the two.

“No, it’s all good. I’d be pissed too,” Gerard shrugged.

The two sat in silence for a while staring at the ceiling. The Way brother's had always been close, ever since they were toddlers. Practically inseparable. However, sharing their secret had made the bond even stronger, which may come to a surprise to some people, but the Way brothers didn’t even consider another outcome. They were too close. Then again, not every sibling could say they got to keep such a large and dangerously precarious secret. How many kids had a vampire as an older brother?

No, Gerard wasn’t a ‘Dracula’ type, an ‘Interview With A Vampire’ sort, a ‘Vampire Diaries’ one, nor was he one of those ‘Twilight’ vamps. He was a real-life, undead creature of the night… well, a creature in general. He could walk in sunlight perfectly fine; thank you very much, he was just incredibly susceptible to sunburn. His skin was incredibly pale – Mikey liked to call him Snow White because of the whole “skin as white as snow and hair as black as ebony” even if his hair was dyed black – his skin was also exceptionally flammable. He’d found that out the hard way so smoking was now, unfortunately, far too risky when you value your face. Garlic bread was still an option, and he was pretty sure anyone could die from a stake to the heart. Well... everyone except vampires. Ironic huh? Strangely though, silver was a problem. It didn't set him alight, but it did "burn like a motherfucker." However, Gerard's hearing, sense of smell and eyesight were incredible, his strength and speed were supernatural, normal injuries weren't a problem anymore and heck, he was even allowed to age!

Ageing is a very complicated concept actually. You see, vampires, real vampires, can… enforce ageing. No, they cannot die of old age – they are still immortal, to a sense, after all – but if vampires really want to, they can implement ageing. It’s incredibly useful when wanting to fit in or stay in one place for long periods of time. According to some of the research Gerard had done, it seemed to be an evolutionary perk. All one must do, is will it to happen.
It’s hard to explain, but it’s almost as if there is a switch that causes the time lapse. To age, one must ‘flick the switch on’, if that makes sense, of course. To revert to the age at which the vampire was turned, they ‘switch it off’. To retain an age, the ‘switch’ is ‘held in the middle’. Please keep in mind that these strange and simplistic analogies do not give the art justice.

It had taken four years for Gerard to become aware of such an ability, one which he used as soon as possible. So instead of looking seven years older than Mikey, he now looked three. Thankfully, his parents put it down to "good genes". However, despite all the marvellous pros, there was one large con that outweighed them all.
His lust for blood. Gerard craved the stuff. Blood fuelled his being now, and he hated it. To stay reasonably healthy complexioned, an almost acceptable temperature, healthy - in a sense - and supernaturally advantaged to the utmost extent, vampires needed to feed every two to three days. Slight problem, Gerard despised feeding. Hated it in fact. He loathed that he had to make human beings living blood bags for his own unnatural survival. He hadn’t chosen vampirism, vampirism had chosen him.

It had found him in an alleyway at his lowest of lows, close to blackout drunk and incredibly high on a multitude of drugs. He was heartbroken and full of self-loathing merely looking for a way to forget for a night no matter the cost in the morning. Or so he had thought. Any amount of heartbreak was preferable to the self-loathing Gerard currently lived... no, existed with. Or maybe endured... either way, there weren’t many positives, in his own belief, to becoming a vampire.

“Gee? Gerard,” Mikey said, demanding his brother’s attention with a shove. A shove that shouldn’t have even budged the older brother what with the supernatural strength and all, but it did.

Mikey frowned. Now that he thought about it, Gerard was colder than usual. Sure, being a vampire meant he was a lot colder than any normal human being, but Gerard was icy.

“Geraaard,” Mikey said, a slight whine in his tone.

“Huh?” Gerard asked, unaware that he had been enraptured in his own thoughts yet again.

“I was asking how the cabin and the cycle went. How Frank is?” Mikey answered, annoyance obvious in his voice.

“Oh… Yeah, it was fine. Well, the usual anyway. Nothing abnormal. Frank’s currently passed out on the couch. We had to use the cellar this time. One of the neighbouring cabins was occupied, so he’s a little bruised up. But he’ll heal,” Gerard said, frowning a little.

To some, the conversation would be strange, to say the least, but to the Way brothers, it was a part of their lives now. To add onto the already unbelievable, Gerard was not only supernatural but dated it too.

Frank, a short, tattooed man with a slight case of hyperactivity, was a werewolf. Not a ‘Vampire Diaries’ werewolf, a ‘Teen Wolf’ type of a ‘Harry Potter’ breed, but a living, breathing werewolf.

Of course, lycanthropy is the typical trait of wolfmen and wolfwomen. They wouldn’t be werewolves if they didn’t, now would they? Of every lunar cycle – which lasts twenty-nine days – three nights are overshone with a full moon. This is the trigger; one of the few things the many pieces of entertainment in our culture got correct. For these three nights, a werewolf will undergo their transformation. An excruciating experience for the poor soul who endures their body being recreated. Joints and bones are dislocated, muscles are morphed, and insides are relocated as a wolf form is taken. At the crack of dawn, the transformation is reversed, and the pain is experienced once more. For all werewolves, hormones are maxed and raging as their body prepares for the inevitable torment. Mood swings are prominent while specific needs make themselves known, all causing a very roller coaster-like-week for our werewolf, Frank.

The reason he was “passed out on the couch” was that over those past three days, sleep was not something he came by easily. The wolf form runs wild on those full-mooned nights meaning no rest for Frank either. It hunted where it wanted, ran where it pleased, but always returned to the old cabin outside Bellville located in a national park. It was the closest thing the boys could get to seclusion. Unfortunately, this park was open for hunting every once and a while, making it exceedingly exhausting and challenging times of year for Frank.

You’d think that running around as a wolf through the forest would be more tiring for the man; however, the wolf hated being caged. It would fight endlessly to escape from the confinement of the underground cellar under the cabin for hours without end throughout the night. Throwing itself against the cold and unforgiving reinforced steel door and barricade, trying in vain to dig at the concrete flooring and fight against the rock walls. So, after nights like the past few where Frank had to be locked up for the safety of a neighbouring family and camping hunters close to the cabin’s radius, Frank awoke to find himself bruised, swollen, bloodied and sometimes still broken.

One of the perks to Frank’s supernatural curse was his healing ability. Unlike Gerard, who could only be harmed by another supernatural being, flame and silver or otherwise come out of a physical complication unscathed, Frank is injured just as easily as anyone else. He just heals much faster. A broken arm is perfectly fine after a few hours, a small cut in only minutes and bruises within seconds, but this all depends on his condition.

After three gruelling nights of physical agony and little to no sleep (even during the day he only slept a couple hours before the emotions and need to move became too much to handle), healing became a little more time-consuming. Bruises taking hours, cut's up to a day and breaks multiple.

“And how are you?” Mikey asked Gerard, concern evident on his pointed features.

“I’m fine Mikes. It’s hard listening to it, but Frank's the concern here,” Gerard shrugged.

“That’s not what I’m talking about Gerard,” Mikey sighed. Gerard knew what Mikey meant, he was just ignoring it. His brother was asking about his feeding schedule, but he could lie.

“I’m fine. It hasn’t been long.”

“You can’t lie to me, Gerard.” Shit. Well, there does that idea. “Now when was the last time you fed.” Mikey raised his eyebrows, not letting his brother get out of it that easily.

“Not long,” Gerard replied quietly, looking anywhere but at Mikey.

“Bullshit Gee. You’ve got dark rings around your eyes, your pale… well paler and you are literally like ice. Now, when did you last feed?”

Damn. He’s good. Gerard thought before sighing.

“It’s probably been a good week? Week ‘n’ a half? I’m not too sure…” Gerard rubbed the back of his neck as Mikey scolded him. Not verbally, just with eye-contact. He was freakishly good at it. But apparently, Gerard was better at lying than Mikey thought because he may or may not have skewed the numbers...

“Gerard, you need to feed. You remember the last time you went too long without bl-"

“Yeah, yeah! I get it.” Gerard snapped, cutting Mikey off before he could finish the sentence, or more specifically, the word. God, how he hated that word. “It’s just hard y’know? Like, I shudder just thinking about it.” A very similar shudder ran up his spine.

“Gee, you’ve done it a hundred times before. You’ll be fine. You know they forget.” Mikey reasoned.

“Ugh, I know.”

Vampires were able to make their victims forget about the wound left after feeding and the very experience. It's like there's a sedative within a vampires saliva that makes it's way into the puncture wounds of the bite site, 'blissing out' the victim before they finished. The victim is left in a dazed state for a certain amount of time after the vampire has finished feeding, giving said attacker enough time to flee the scene. The sedative, or maybe venom is a better-suited word, even heals the wound after a day or two, but this, of course, only occurs when the victim is left alive.

“It’s just hard to find someone... And don’t you dare give me the whole, “It’s winter, Gerard. The marks are covered,” speech because that is only part of the difficulty.” Gerard retorted, becoming defensive.

“I don’t sound like that,” Mikey muttered, “and I know. You’ve explained this to me before. But it’s still easier. Just go into a bar, bite an alone, drunk stranger and bolt. It’s that easy.”

Mikey knew it wasn’t that easy, but he put on the low-difficulty charade for his brother. Gerard had always been the same. When Gerard was little, he’d hated it when his mum had killed even the smallest of insects in the house, crying that they should be set free instead. Now that he was the potential killer. It was tormenting!

Gerard snorted. “That easy my ass.”

“I’ve asked you before, and I’ll ask again; why don’t you just feed on me?”

“Because you’re my brother Mikey! I’m not turning you into a food source. We’ve been over this.”

“Gerard, please. You look like shit, and your hands are beginning to shake.” Mikey pointed out Gerard's quivering hands which he hastily tucked under his armpits. “Just this once, do it. It doesn’t have to be much, just enough to give you a clear mind for when you go and feed tonight.” Mikey pushed. A small, smug feeling began to harbour in his mind. He could see Gerard and his resolve wavering.

“C’mon, just a little. It can just be from my wrist. It’s no biggie, and you know you’d do the same for me. We've done it before, we can do it again." Mikey knew he had won. Gerard was biting his lip and wringing his hands. It was his signs of defeat and self-beratement.

Gerard sighed heavily, “Fine. But as soon as you get weirded out, you tell me okay? And as soon as the venom starts kicking in you stop me if I don't.” Gerard's eyebrows furrowed as he looked into his brother's eyes, searching for any sign of fear.

“I know, we’ve done this before,” sighed Mikey, exasperated.

“Mikey,” Gerard warned.

“Yeah yeah, okay.”

The brothers had actually done this two times before. They were on holiday at their great aunt’s and were rooming with a multitude of cousins. Gerard was four years into his new life and attending the first family gathering in three years.

He’d graduated, made do with the little knowledge he had of his new lifestyle and had just figured out how to start ageing again because despite being twenty-one, he still looked seventeen, possibly pushing eighteen? Mikey had just turned fifteen and knew about Gerard and his vampirism. He’d thought it was the coolest thing in the world when overlooking the actual use of people.

It was an extended stay. Five weeks at a private estate connected to a beach in a mansion type household. The boy’s mother had begged Gerard to come along and travel down with them and he eventually obliged. What he hadn’t agreed too, however, was only one visit into town and no using the car.
"We have everything here, you're not going into town and avoiding everyone let alone using our car!" his mum had said. Gerard's father had tried reasoning with his wife, but she mentioned Gerard's known partying and drinking habits and any possibility of Gerard going into town was demolished. It meant he’d had to starve himself for far longer than usual. Once he had gotten through the first two weeks, and the signs were beginning to really show. He had dark circles under his eyes, he was sickly pale and icy cold. So much so in fact, that his younger cousin had flinched when she'd touched his arm. However, the vampire didn't need to bother with that anyway, most of them were scared of him.

Gerard played it off as a cold, but Mikey knew that his older brother hadn’t fed. He knew his brother should feed once a week – they had worked out time-frames together – and the end of the third week a lot closer than the start. They still hadn't gone into town.

He’d found Gerard in the middle of the day laying on the shared bunk, shivering despite the forty-degree heat. He looked as if he hadn’t slept in days - which wasn’t far off the mark – and strangely gaunt. How the rest of the family didn’t notice was astounding, but then again, none of them really paid him much mind.

It had always been the same once he’d gotten a little older than twelve. He started delving into the world of art, darker imagery and more intense self-representation, wearing darker clothes and band t-shirts. The family began to treat him as an outcast and still did even at twenty-one. He hadn't even come out to them yet. Maybe it was his young appearance, or perhaps it was a habit. Either way, Gerard was hurting, and Mikey was going to fix it.
Mikey had asked Gerard what the problem was, and in a heartbeat, Gerard admitted the problem. He was hiding away from everyone so he wouldn’t lose control. He needed blood and didn’t know how to get it without a problem. Mikey offered that Gerard feed off of himself and it hadn’t taken much convincing. It happened only once more on that trip and Gerard hadn't let it happen again.

Now here they were again, both brothers undergoing a strong sense of déjà vu. Mikey offered his wrist to his brother, clenching his fist as he waited for the sharp stinging pain that he knew would occur. As Gerard held Mikey’s arm gingerly, slowly lowering his head towards the boy’s exposed wrist, Mikey started to hold his breath. Not just because of the pain that would come, but because of the feeling of euphoria he felt after being fed on for a while. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little excited.

“Mikes, how are you gonna hide it at school?” Gerard asked suddenly, pulling back but the boy’s arm still in a light grip.

“I’ll just wear those Adidas wrist things you gave me. It’s fine,” sighed Mikey.

“Okay,” Gerard answered almost absentmindedly as he lowered his head once more. Closing his eyes, he opened his mouth and exposed his fangs to the soft skin on the inside of Mikey’s wrist. Gerard sighed a shaky breath before biting down and piercing the surface, a small flow of blood meeting his tongue.

Mikey hissed slightly as he felt his skin being punctured and then sucked on. Sure, it was weird, but he knew Gerard would do the same for him. He watched as Gerard began to breathe a little harder in between swallowing the small mouthfuls which were steadily increasing in quantity along with the pressure on Mikey’s arm.

Gerard was now enraptured with the taste that flooded his mouth and groaned in content. His supernatural instincts took over causing him to sink his fangs deeper into Mikey’s wrist, moaning as the flow increased.

Mikey was now beginning to feel a slight feeling of euphoria trickle into his mind. He’d barely noticed his brothers' grip tightening further, possibly causing bruises. He knew he needed to stop his brother. Now.

“Okay, Gee. That’s enough.” Mikey said weakly, shaking his head willing the fuzzy feeling in his brain to go away. Gerard didn’t stop, and his breathing deepened.

“Gee… C’mon, stop now,” Mikey said, his voice becoming firmer. Still no reaction apart from another moan.

“Gerard!” He yelled.

Gerard’s eyes snapped open, his usually hazel eyes red, pupils blown and whites black – a side effect while feeding. With a sharp intake of breath, Gerard unlatched his mouth from his brother's arm and sprung off the bed, slamming into the wall across the room.

“Fuck,” Gerard said shakily, a line of blood trailing down the side of his chin.

“Fuck! Shit, Mikey, I’m sorry. Fucking shit. God, I'm so sorry.” He apologised in between shaky breaths and harsh wrangling of his hair.

“Gerard. Gerard, hey! It’s okay. It was only a little longer, I’m fine. Seriously.” Mikey said hastily, pressing a discarded shirt to his wrist.

“Better a little more from me than too much from someone else, right?”

Gerard shook his head, “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“Dude it’s all good. Just go clean yourself up, I need a lift to school.”

“Yeah… Yeah okay. Be ready in fifteen?”

“You got it,” Mikey replied. He was already walking to the bathroom, his clothes and wristband in hand and a bandage in mind, oh and a coffee.

“Gerard, can you make me a coffee?!”

“Yeah. Yeah of course,” Gerard answered. He was still a little out of it, especially after licking the blood off his chin. He’d almost lost control, and yet Mikey was still able to reassure him.

He walked to the kitchen, bypassing the couch to see Frank snoring.

Gerard smiled. He had a gorgeous boyfriend and a brother who seemed to care about his wellbeing far too much. He wondered how he could even deserve such people in his life.

Notes

So, second fanfic. More characters will be added as the story continues.
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Thanks, Kayxo