Monroeville ( Gerard x reader )

Chapter two

Y/N: 

It was 30 Minutes till showtime, and the stage crew hadn't come back with a guitar!

" Damn this..." I huffed, watching as the band before us, played their lineup show.

It was an honor to be playing the pre-show for such a massive band, and if we were lucky, this could have secured our spot at Riot Fest. But, without a guitar, I had nothing to build the crowd up with. Nothing to give to them except a smoker's voice, and a few kick drops.

I'd walk around the bend of the shop tents, hiding behind sheets of red and yellow fabric that covered the vendors from heavy heat and rain. I was followed by a crew of three or four security, management, and set-up crew members. All listening to their monitors for any returning call from Bert... Who they idiotically sent out to grab a new guitar from a local shopkeeper.

" Berts not calling in!"

" What did you expect?" I muttered, " You offered a job to the local drunk!"

Bert had always found a way to slide past security, backstage, and find any victim willing to pay him a dime. It was money he'd then use to supply his alcohol addiction, or to pay his way into someone's dressing room. he'd try his tricks on me... I had learned Bert to be nothing but a scam and a cheat. But, others felt pity for the gurgling wheeze that somehow ended up in all the wrong situations.

" Don't you think you're a little harsh on Bert? When was the last time you gave the poor guy a chance?" I knew that voice, and I knew it well... Bob, the security officer... My security officer.

Time and time again, Bob had stood up for that waste of a man, Bert! " Berts my friend" he'd say. " Berts just drunk" He'd cry. Excuses. Constant excuses.

" Please Bob, I don't have time to talk about that prick!" I'd reach for my thigh-high socks, sliding them up a little so they stretched underneath my skirt "I've got enough to stress about already!"

It was about that time I saw a dark-haired man stumble his way through the crowd, clumsily carrying a Gibson Les-Paul in his arms, cradling it like a baby. Bert...

His dark greasy hair fell over his eyes. I always said his hair favored a mop that just cleaned up someone's piss. It smelled like it too. He always wore the same dark glasses, Inside or outside. They had black rims, and the lenses were dark as well. Making his eyes seem almost nonexistent.

" Guitar for the chic" He'd slowly outstretch his scrawny arms, the guitar in hand, and wait for me to take it. His hands were clammy and always looked dry. Like they would crumble if you gripped them too hard. 

" Money for the prick..." I'd snatch the beautiful alpine Gibson from his clutch, and outstretch my offering in dollar bills.

" You k-know, you could k-keep the money..." He'd hiccup, stumbling to my side and drawing his arm around my waist. The smell of alcohol and sweat punched me in the face and left me quietly gasping for air.

" If?" there was always a catch to his offers, he never settled with anything.

" If you go with me to Monroeville's march Sunday-"

" Take your damn money, Bert!" I'd push myself from his grasp, though he'd reach back again. I'd deny his offers.

" O-oh come on Y/N W-why not?"

Monroeville's march, it's the stupidest part of the fall season. It was idiotic to me, that simple folklore sent us fumbling down the streets in silly costumes, to appease beings that didn't even exist. See, Monroeville was founded upon the family of Manior Mansion. A Mansion that was burnt to the ground in the 18th century, then recently rebuilt to be the Way's Mansion. The mansion where I met that strange boy just yesterday.

The people believed that those who lived in Manior Mansion, were vampires and that their goal for Monroeville was to grow the town into something of a vampire army! Completely stupid if you ask me. But we grew up on the stories.

Every year they host a parade down the streets. A parade filled with marching bands, and crazy citizens looking to buy into anything they can.

" I wouldn't go even by myself! It's stupid! All a bunch of scams to take your money! You'd know a thing or two about that don't you Bert?" I'd flip my hair, taking my walk back towards the stage with my guitar in hand.

" I bet you'd go with me..." A sweet velvet voice latched onto me, it pulled at my ears, and tugged me lightly. It was a kind melody I'd thought about all night, all morning... Its charming latch on my heart left me desperately searching the crowd. 

I heard him! I know I did! It was as real as the ground below my feet, yet I didn't see him standing on it.

" Come closer..." It echoed again, this time even more entrancing. Was it a different person? It quietened down, breaking its voice to a silent whisper " I've forgotten what you feel like."

I could feel my heart begin to race, they were right in my ear! I swear! I could feel the breath on my neck, but no one stood behind me. It turned my stomach into knots. What the hell is going on? I would groan. I hated whatever prank or idiotic joke this was.

" FRANK!" The familiar voice belted. It startled me, nearly throwing me off balance.

I could now hear laughter. It was laughter from the two voices, but this time not in my ear. Not close to me. They were in the distance, now, joking with each other as if nothing happened.

" How?" I would shake my head, targeting my eyes on the two boys. I saw him, the boy from yesterday, Propping his arm over another much shorter man.

The short man wore dark black hair, that was buzzed on the side, with little hints of red from a possible past dye job. His face was also pale, though his eyes and cheeks were bright like nectar. He wore fangs, just like the other boy...

The boy I had met yesterday stood tall next to the other. He must have already spotted me among the crowd, as he was walking towards me at a steady pace. He too looked pale, and his nose just like yesterday was frostbitten. He was beautiful, and his intense gaze on me left me admiring him the closer he got. He was still dressed the same, the only thing different being a pair of sunglasses he had shifted above his head, into his hair, a few minutes ago. The other boy wore a similar pair.

" Y/N! I'm sorry, I showed up later than I had expected" he outstretched his arms, reaching for me. It startled me. The closer he got to embracing me into a hug, the redder my face must have gotten. His chest fell over me, as his hands met my waist. He would slide them backward, tucking his arms below mine.

There was no warmth to him... It was then I would realize he was wearing dark, ash-colored gloves. There wasn't an inch of his body uncovered other than his face.

He never once laid his head down or allowed his face to be anywhere close to my skin. But instead, he kept his gaze. His hazel eyes watched over me and seemed to pull me in by the second.

" Stop it, Gerard! You're embarrassing her!" teased the other boy with a snicker. He was certainly the second voice from before...

Gerard... So that's his name...

AN: HIIIII.... Sorry this one is a bit shorter!!! I tried to write as much as I could think of!!!  Anyway, lemme know what you think so far!!