"People die - they always do, always will, always have: get it over it. You can't save everyone, and at this rate, you can't save anyone." The voice was snappy and almost patronising in tone, and Bob felt as if he was being kicked down a thousand flights of stairs with every word spoken.
The two were alone, or at least they thought they were: but they were wrong, and that was just fine, as long as they remained utterly oblivious, in fact, like that, everything was fine, and perhaps that was just why it was the best way to live your life, and perhaps that was exactly why Ray had insisted that Frank stay innocent for as long as humanly possible, even if such a feat was ultimately impossible.
And perhaps Frank should have thanked him, instead of hating him, especially now in this state of retrospect, but still, it was too late to do anything: Ray hadn't been seen for days now, and Mikey was pretty much just dying inside, despite the fact he was already dead, so really, it had to be pretty big to kill him again.
But neither Frank, Mikey, nor Ray was the figure in the shadows that ensured the two were far from alone, at least not for the moment. The figure knew far better how to hide his presence, and his emotions as well, because ultimately an excess of emotion had been exactly what destroyed Mikey and Ray and everything they ever had and ever could be.
"I can try. I can fucking try!" Bob insisted, shaking his defiantly, and hating how he had to look up at the man, well, vampire - Bob hated speaking to them, especially when they were just so happy to lie about everything under the sun, and really, that made Bob want to do nothing more than throw them out under the sun and watch their fucking pale ass skin burn to dust.
"The treaty's broken, this is what happens, Bryar. You know that more than anyone, don't you? You've done your research, haven't you?" Bob only rolled his eyes in response: not exactly in the mood to be belittled by some blood drinking murdering asshole who thought he was the fucking shit and all because he had some fucking pointy ass teeth.
"We go to war." Bob nodded, gritting his teeth, and hating every goddamn vampire in the goddamn world right now.
"I could bite you right now - there's nothing stopping me, Bryar-" And now this was just a power play: this was just an asshole being an asshole for the sake of belittling Bob further.
"I'd stop you." Bob promised him, scoffing a little and reaching inside his jacket pocket for his stake: gesturing it all too casually in the vampire's direction.
And of course, Bob received nothing but laughter in return for such a promise, but whatever, Bob fucking meant it - at the very least, the laughter was short lived and only due to the fact that the front door slammed open: practically snapping its hinges right then and there, and really, that wasn't something that Bob would have been all that appreciative of.
Bob reminded wide eyed and panicked as Frank Iero stormed into the house, slamming the door behind him, and clearly utterly unaware of just how fucked he'd become: no one was supposed to know about this meeting, and no one was supposed to hear any of it, and Bob couldn't help but feel that the vampire would not hesitate to attack, or even kill Frank.
"We have a visitor?" The vampire's eyebrows raised at that, grabbing Bob attention as he turned to pull his gaze over Frank: eyeing him up, but in more of a meal kind of way, as opposed to a homosexual one.
But speaking of homosexual Ways, the vampire made his biggest mistake in looking at Frank like that with Gerard Way watching from the shadows in the corner of the room.
"Frank, go." Bob snapped, grabbing Frank's attention the best he could, but Frank was just insistent upon fucking staring at the guy like he'd never seen a vampire before: of course he had, he'd been fucked by a vampire before, and several times, in fact, but still, he frozen on the spot and if he wasn't dying right now, there was certain vampire that would ensure that he was about to. "Frank-"
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Antichrist (Frerard)
FanfictionThey were murdered, they were attacked and now they're dead. That's all Frank knows about his parents - gone before he'd even had chance to miss them, and it was fucking with his head. The police reckoned that moving away, to rural New Jersey with h...
