“Frank, I think you’re my mate.”

Frank kind of coughed out a string of curse words, and then rubbed his forehead. A mate? To a vampire- or whatever the fuck Mr.Way was. He couldn't be.

“Um, I think you've got the wrong guy.” Frank said, looking back up at his teacher, Mr.Way. Gerard.

Wait stop there. Gerard? Frank thought, where did that come from. He didn't know, and was never told, what his teacher’s name was. Unless someone had mentioned it to him while he wasn't paying attention... Probably! Yeah, that’s most likely what had happened. Somebody had known, and was talking about Mr.Way, when his real name popped up in the conversation, sticking to Frank’s conscious. Mhmm, yeah. Totally.

He didn’t even look like a Gerard. He looked like a...Gerard. Fucking shit.

Mr.Way laughed nervously, gazing around the room. The light reflected off his pointy fangs, “Yeah...I am probably wrong. Heh, uh sorry. For just um biting you.” he went poker faced after that. “Won’t...um...you should go?”

“You want me to just go?” Frank hissed, grabbing at his teacher’s vest, “Just walk away from something like that? Dude, I just met you, and you bite me, and like, it the coolest most scary awesome thing that’s ever happened to me!” Mr.Way’s eyes flitted around the cold room nervously, before landing back on Frank’s. They flitted from a hazy gold, to an amber hazel again.



“Wha- what? No.” The teacher pushed Frank away, hard, his back hitting the hard desk that he had been perched on. “You think this is a joke?” Frank cringed away from the other man’s face in front of his. “Well, it isn't. I bit you, fed off you, and then...” he backed away, turning towards the rest of the room, taking in the colorful appearance, “And then maybe I made a critical suggestion, which was incorrect for your own curiosity.”

Frank spat at the floor, his saliva bright on the pink tile. “Me thinking this is a joke?” he cried, hoisting himself atop the desk, his legs spread awkwardly until he was on his feet. Papers were flying to the floor, a few pens crushed under his weight, the black ink mingling with the blue. “Well, you sir are absolutely fucking wrong!”

And then Bob walked in.

He came inside the doorway, and at first didn’t notice that Frank was ontop of Mr.Way’s desk, the materials demolished on the floor, his face twisted up into a sick grin, mouth open to spit the rest of his rant. Mr.Way in a pose that looked like he was about to lunge up on the desk and strangle his student, hands clenched tight next to his sides, and sharp fangs protruded. A little bit of dried blood was also on the side of his mouth.

Bob jumped, “Oh dude, I’ve been looking for you man! Where have you-” he raised his eyebrow at the scene, stepping a few paces back, “Did...what the fuck happened?”

Frank just turned towards his friend, ink squeaking under his converse. “Oh, uh Mr.Way-” he started, and then pursed his lips, unaware his friend was talking about the huge fucking bite mark! bleeding! down the side! of his neck! Not why he was on the desk, screaming bloody murder at his teacher. “He was...”

Bob raised his hands in the air, defensively, “No dude its, whatever.” he said hesitantly, face scrunching up a bit. Which was weird, because Bob never had facial expressions, unless, you like, count pissed off and angry. “I just gotta get you home before you know...”

Mr.Way was staring at the boy, the tall blond boy, he couldn’t...he couldn’t smell his blood. Something was definitely off about this kid. But, he’d brush it off for now. Maybe ask Mikey about the him, later. Frank yelped, jumping off the desk suddenly, grabbing his black bag off the ground.

“Bye, Mr.Way.” he hissed through clenched teeth, turning towards his friend who was now completely out of the room, standing in the hallway with a horrified look on his face.

Mr.Way just watched, and then cried out “Wait, Frank!” the kid spun back around, cracking a smirk, “I’m sorry I couldn't help you with your problem, Mr.Iero.” Gerard said lightly, touching the boy’s shoulder.

Frank just nodded stiffly, thinking What problem?

Gerard watched the two boys leave, he could still hear blondie’s erratic breathing, and smell the lingering scent of fear and contentment of Frank. He just hoped the touch on the shoulder had worked, if it had, by midnight, Frank wouldn’t remember a single thing. But Gerard wasn’t sure, because the kid had, like, enjoyed being bitten. Weird.

~

“OhmygodFrankwhatwasthatabout- what the fuck happened back there?” Bob cried when they got to his old volvo, he looked terrified, he had sweat dripping off his forehead, and was kind of, um, shaking. Was that weird? Should they call a hospital, because this was-


“FRANKLIN ANTHONY IERO.” Bob screamed into the smaller boy’s face, making Frankie jump back and clutch the strap of his bag harder. Ray was leaning out of the car now, giving Bob a ‘holy fucking shit, holy fucking shit, hell’ look.

“Yeah?” Frank squeaked, closing his eyes because he didn’t like to see Bob like this.

Bob latched his big hands onto Frank’s jacket, “What happened in there? Did he do something to you? And what’s with that huge gash on your neck,” he tried to tilt Frank’s neck to the side, but the kid just leaned away shaking his head.

“Just practicing, for Dramatic Arts?” it came out more a question than a statement, but he had answered clearly, “And um, the gash is makeup...yeah?” Frank tried to smile, and Bob just stared at him before nodding slowly, and backing up towards the car.

He grabbed the door, getting in, his butt sliding on the dirty felt like seats. “Frank, you gotta sit upfront, cuz Mikey is riding with us.” Bob coughed, looking down at the steering wheel before buckling in. Frank didn’t say anything, but got inside the car. He noticed Mikey studying him from the backseat, and then Ray started to babble about the band Queen, and all that shit, and before you know it, they are in front of Frank’s house.

~

“Be careful, Franklin.” Bob said lightly from the front seat, after Frank got out of the car. His hand rested on the steering wheel, and he was relaxed back into the volvo’s nasty ass seats.

Frank laughed, and shuffled around on the sidewalk. “Will do, Bryar. See you later Ray!” he scratched at his neck before adding awkwardly, “You too, Mikey?”

Mikey nodded solemnly, but them opened his mouth. “Actually, I’ll just get off here. My house isn’t too far away.” he got out of the car, and walked around it. Before you know it, him and Frank were staring out of the side of their hair at each other, while Bob and Ray went off to do whatever.

“Uh,” Mikey said awkwardly,

Frank coughed, peering at the park across the street, “Wanna come inside?” he mustered, but saw Mikey’s face. “I mean like only- Only if you wanna!”

“Sure?”

Mikey followed Frank inside the house. Frank shushed him, putting a finger to his own lips. They crept past a sleeping form which Mikey decided was Frank’s mom, on the couch. He followed the small guy into a darkly lit hallway, until they were in front of a grey door. Frank pulled it open, and waved Mikey in, who banged his elbow fucking hard and loud on the trim.

“Dude!” Frank hissed, narrowing his eyes, and Mikey just cringed.
Once the door was closed, Mikey got a look at Frank’s room. It was plain white with nothing on the walls, he had a bookshelf, but it only contained a bible, and a few books by Stephen King. The rest of the shelves had piles among piles of CD’s. Misfits, Pixies, Iron Maiden, Black Flag, Gorilla Biscuit, Casket Lottery, and even, like, Danzig. Mikey knew he was gonna fucking like this kid. The rest of the room had a wooden desk with nothing on it, except a broken laptop, and a bed with red sheets on the floor.

Oh, and a guitar case with a bunch of stickers on it.

“Sorry,” Frank whispered, plopping onto his bed. “It’s just my mom isn’t doing so well, and stuff. She just, she get’s really upset sometimes. I didn’t wanna wake her up.”

Mikey smiles, and notices Frank itching something on the side of his neck, scratching hard at the skin and hissing when his finger’s make contact. “Hey, what happened?” he reaches to pull the shirt farther down a bit, but Frank pulls away, making his eyes go huge.

“Don’t do that.”

“I’m just trying to see what it is-” Mikey reaches for the shirt, and pulls the sleeve down a bit, revealing twin fang marks. “Where the hell did you get these?” he growls, brown eyes going dark. He knows what those are, and the person didn’t even have the decency to seal them? The fuck were they thinking, letting a human run around marked like that! The venom wouldn’t work now, and Frank was still gonna remember what happened in the morning.

Frank shivered, gulping, his adam’s apple bobbing under his pale skin. “I got bit, uh.” he sniffs, and looks anywhere but Mikey, “By a dog.”

“A dog?”

“Yeah?”

Mikey sighs, leaning closer, “I’m not stupid. Who fucking bit you, it had to be recent.” he ran his thumb against the marks, they weren’t too bad. They actually looked to be healing by themselves, so maybe it was a dog? Not quite inflamed, but maybe more like, irritated because they weren't supposed to be there.

Nope, it was definitely a vampire bite.

“A dog, I swear!” Frank said, throwing his hands up. “That blind kid’s dog, um, Jimmy? So, well his dog bit me ‘cuz I touched it.” Mikey just nodded, and then got up to grab his bag.

“I gotta go home dude, sorry.” he said going for the door, and Frank only nodded, running his fingers over the bitemark again.
~

“What’s for dinner?” Mikey said, as he slammed the front door of his house, walking to the old table and sitting in one of the chairs. Gerard looked up from the couch, and walked inside their kitchen.

“How’s O Negative, since it’s your first day of high school ” Gerard said, pulling out a glass pitcher of crimson blood from the fridge, and Mikey gave one of his rare grins.

The older of the two set out two goblets, filling them just below the brim with the blood, and set them on the table, joining his little brother. “Thanks!” Mikey said after taking a big sip, a small sliver of blood slipping past his lips and falling down his chin.

Gerard just sipped his casually, licking at his fangs every now and then, as his brother gulped his while flipping through one of his favorite comic books. “If mom could see you now, actually able to drink from the cup instead of my neck.You matured really fast, Mikeyway.”

“It would have been weird to be drinking from my own brother’s neck, dude. I’m 15, I don’t need to freaking use you as my personal succubus.”

Gerard cackled, and then took a big swig of the remaining blood in his cup, draining it all.

Notes

Meep c: COMMENTS....

My favorite part had to be the last, I thought you guys might of wanted a short glimpse into Mikey's life.

DID I MENTION I TOTALLY SHIP HIM AND BOB?

Alright lovelies,
XoXo Sage

(OH AND I HAVE A COOL EDIT I DID ON SOMEBODIES SKETCH OF GERARD"S EYES!)

My edit !