They Usually Kill. {Frerard}

Prologue.

{Quick Note :: This fic was originally written differently and quite frankly, terribly.
I have therefore taken it in my hands to rewrite it and actually try to finish it this time or at least continue it, as the previous one had a longer first page but was left only as a oneshot.}

   

  The loud thump of a poor maiden hitting the concrete floor beneath was an indication of the bloodthirsty Count finishing his dinner. The tall slender figure licked his lips, disregarding the abnormally pale body of the miserable looking woman into a large back alley bin. 

  A sigh escaped his cracked, almost cold blue mouth as he leant against the aforementioned trashcan with arms crossed and a bored, mildly disgusted pout scrawled across his face.
''Never, ever anything remotely interesting around here...'' Gerard rolled his eyes.
''I wonder where I'll go tonight...''

-

A shriek of terror flew out the teenager's body, his feet running faster than he thought he ever could, causing him to trip and launch himself across the gravel. Desperately crawling to get away, the kid frantically dragged himself into an obscured side street for cover.
As per usual, little Frank was being picked on and chased by the regular bullies. They picked on him for a normal, stupid reason. His religion. 
An awful, petty excuse to make an innocent boy's life Hell, but a good enough reason for them nonetheless. 

Though for poor Frankie, the night was not over yet.
In fact, just beginning.