MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE ONESHOTS

venom

(trigger warning for violence, gore, vampires, mentioned drug dealers, mentioned weaponry, mentioned mafias, implied drug abuse/addiction, and death/mentions of death)

(there's romance if you squint)

(pure angst bros. there's been angst before, there's been monsters and demons before, there's been alcohol before. but i honestly don't think i've ever reached this level of spook in my oneshots before. you've been warned. this isn't quite pg)

(ok enjoy)

Demonothorne, New Jersey was not the best place to grow up in. Hoodlums filled the streets of the rich side of town, threatening and terrifying with their glinting glares and set jaws. Smoke and smog didn't give for a great atmosphere, either. So you can imagine how much worse the poor side of town was. The whole place was protected from the sun by a plastic roof that lied and said it was the midnight sky. Hooligans and bums and drug dealers with switchblades and gleaming red eyes resided in that side of town. Even worse, there were mafia leaders with huge guns and muscles that could snap your neck so fast nobody would ever know that you had died.

Worst of all, monsters lived there.

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He had snuck out his bedroom window and walked all the way to the border, a large blade in hand plus some crumpled dollar bills in his front pocket. He made it to the border of his side of town unbothered, even at night. It was surprising what a pocket knife and an intimidating stance could do for you here. Jumping the gate and finding himself under the roofed monster city, the young man recollected the chilling look in his wary eyes and a good grip on his knife. He walked.

The cold wind blew on his face and made his nose numb. Even his stomach felt icy from under his black hoodie. He looked up at the star speckled ceiling. It teased him. But he would feel stars in his head soon. And all would be calm. He walked.

The crevices between buildings were small but not shallow. Dumpsters and graffiti and frightening vampires with gritted teeth and giant bloody fangs hid inside those shadows. He'd been jumped by them multiple times, that is until another monster fought them off for him when he was much too weak. He tried not to think about how helpless he had been, or how helpless he was to the person who had given him a hand. The wind seemed to blow harder, like he was being pushed into his destination. He walked.

He thought about what a terrible kid he must be, sneaking off each night to a world he was uninvited to and having a vampire leach to his neck just to get high. But he'd been numbed. If — and when, he was sure it would happen — his parents found out about the horrible things he'd done, he'd simply run away, just like that. He could never be saved, not now. He walked.

He found the alley he was meant to get to. The vampire had assured him no one would follow and no one would be there unless it was him, and if there was a threat that had somehow found "their" alley, the vampire would send them home with a black and blue face. The sentiment made the young man feel warm, but unsafe.

Sure enough, the vampire stood, hunched in posture, right before him. His face shone in the fake moonlight and glowed with delight, but it was faltered by concern. His inky hair was camouflaged with the dark buildings behind him. The young man walked forward and pushed his black-brown hair out of the way.

The vampire stepped towards him but did not bare his fangs. "You should really stop," he said.

The young man grumbled and pushed his fingers into his tight jean pocket. He pulled out the wad of cash. "I don't care anymore," he scowled. "Please just do what I'm paying you for." He pushed the money into the vampire's hands.

"Fine," the vampire replied, his face hardening. "But don't go asking for a bigger dose, Gerard. You'll kill yourself."

"Fine," Gerard echoed, and the vampire immediately latched onto his throat.

The thing with vampire venom is that it works the best if a lot of blood is sucked out of the human's body, but the vampire didn't want to kill Gerard. So he only sucked a little out, causing Gerard to stumble backwards. The vampire didn't falter though, and wrapped an arm around Gerard's shoulders to stop him from moving. Beneath his tongue, venom formed and he allowed it to flow out into the puncture wounds. Gerard inhaled sharply, stiffened, and then loosened. He groaned like he had been asleep and somebody turned on the lights, and went limp on the vampire's shoulder. His eyes were squinted and bright.

"Frank," he rasped, "that wasn't as much as you usually give me."

Frank got Gerard to stand upright and lean against the wall. "You said you wouldn't ask for more," he reminded. Gerard pulled out another stack of money. Frank shook his head in refusal. 

Gerard sneered drunkenly, "If you don't get that stuff in my neck right now I'll rip out your fangs and do it myself."

He stumbled towards Frank and pushed his head down on his neck stubbornly, and Frank made an angry noise. Still, he took the money from Gerard's hand and slipped his fangs into the holes that were still pierced into his neck. He quickly spat more venom in, then pushed the young man away, causing him to topple against the brick wall.

Gerard stuck his tongue out at Frank as he exited the alley with his back turned from fangs glinting in the artificial moon.

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The following night, Gerard clambered down to his and Frank's alley with another black jacket and a stupid wish in his head. Frank wasn't surprised to see him.

Gerard fumbled around for his money and quickly shoved it into Frank's hands before leaning his throat in front of Frank's fangs, which reluctantly sunk inside and spat venom. But before he could tilt his head away, Gerard held his head in place with two determined hands and forced the venom to keep flowing. This lasted twenty more seconds until Frank forced him off. Gerard rolled to the floor helplessly, just like when the monsters had cornered him in an alley and Frank came to save him. Except this time, Frank could not help.

Gerard felt so fuzzy and pleased it was almost too much and he wanted it out of his system. He tilted his head stupidly and tried to get it out of his throat. Frank, meanwhile, sank to the floor and tried to keep him alive. He kept saying "no," over and over, but to no avail.

What a fool Frank had to be for falling in love with a careless venom-addict. A dead, careless venom-addict.

So, shocked and selfish and terribly heartbroken, Frank drained all the blood from his body while it was still warm and turned him.

(can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars)

(ok what do we think)