I woke up in a hazy stage, pulling off the luscious duvet and silken nightgown that I wore.
How did I get into this? I tried to think about last night as I walked towards the bathroom. I wash my face and retrace the steps that came up short.
I remembered Frank and Ray. I remembered Mikey taking me back, but that is all. Blood boiled in my veins, that was it. This is the last time that I will allow them to control me, I am not a human toy that is here from them to place.
I spit out my toothpaste and march back into the room. I walk over towards the desk to my notebook.
10/07/23
I woke with nothing to remember. I remember the horror and fear that I felt. I saw the vampire brother Mikey Way of the head Gerard Way. His veins pumped fully under his eyes. He insisted his henchmen take care of the 'evil' in the darkness of the woods that I got myself into. Once again, I don't remember what happened after. I am writing from the house which I am unsure of the location. I will report with new information. But this is all I know of.
1. Vampires are as brutal as we expected.
2. Witches exist and can change time as well as memories.
3. Vervain can work on lesser vampires that have not accustomed themselves to it.
4. Each vampire from each rank has their own power.
5. Vampires consider humans lesser
6. The king of New York is... GERARD.
-Y/N
I slam the book close with so much force that I feel it vibrate under my fingers. I take a slow exhale. I wrote his name down, allowing a part of his persona to shred.
Party Poison was one name that they called him for humans, and Prince of Darkness was for vampires. I almost laughed at the name. He is nothing of that, only smoke and theatrics.
He is nothing but a relentless over-barring bloodsucker. I guess Prince of Darkness makes sense for him, he takes his stature highly. He thrives off of others fear of the illusion that he protrays. He allows other to spread rumors about him and his lore so he can do as he pleases.
I for one now looking back on how much power he had on me makes me want to pull off my skin. I cower everytime I am in his presence. I think back to the first night that I was supposed to interview him and how meek I was, how I still allowed myself to be. I wonder if that is his power, to make others fear their own illusions.
I hate him, I hate his brother. I hate that I am here. I hate that I am afraid for my life, but I will break this irrational fear and find away to get the hell away from him and everything he stands for.
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I paced the living room for what seemed like an eternity before I heard the front door swing open. Frank and Ray stroll in with blood-soaked clothes.
"So Warm One..how was your first encounter with a night stalker," Frank says as he flops onto the couch whipping his bloodied mouth with a sleeve.
I feel frozen in place, that is what I saw in the gardens. A night stalker? What is that?
"Could you be more sympathetic Frank? She is obviously shaken," Ray says slapping Frank's legs and making him drop them so Ray can pass.
I turn from the fireplace which crackeled in the silence to ask more about what the creature is before I hear the door open again. I felt my body skrink into itself more wrapping my arms tighter around my torso out of instinked. I guess all the power that I thought I had when I was in the bedroom that I stayed in vanished.
I look towards Frank and Ray to see how they would react to him. Frank being so forward the night before, coaxing Ray into his own thoughts about me. More than I have ever known about. I knew that Frank was a helpless flirt, someone that you really couldn't take his flattery as more than a pass for him to get off on his own fantasies. I won't lie about how I felt about it, it was enticing, his confidence in himself was something that you don't get from human men. His words might be more vulgar, but I think that is part of his charm. He feeds off of the sickness. And I think a part of me deep down wants that, the control over me.
That was a different vibe than what Ray portrays in the world. He is more timid and more caring. I am still pissed about last night, and I think that is partially because he gives off the impression that he is only human. He seems to care about others, he obviously has orders from his 'boss'. Which is what I learned last night, but he is a loyal person. I sympathize with that part of him, even if he doesn't agree with everything he is told to do. He will obey, and I think that is what I am also attracted to.
I try to still my heartbeat as I know that they can understand my thoughts. Thinking about all three of them in a sexual way is not what will give me an advantage. I do half know that it is a side effect of being around vampires. They have an air about them that we as humans are just naturally attracted to. It's like a foreign accent, you could be a 5/10 but with an accent you are an 8/10. It works the same with them, and I think that I have been trying to ignore that pivotal point in my whole time here. I have tried with all my might to say that they are just cold sacks of flesh that want nothing else but to kill. I try to ignore how they each have something about them that makes me want to lean in a little more when they talk. I think that ignoring their obvious attraction would actually make me more attracted to be with them. Accepting that they are the most beautiful people that I have ever seen is one thing, but wanting to actually be with them is another. And being with them is something that I am not interested in, especially the one that is staring at all of us like we just killed his favorite pet.
He stalked farther into the room. I felt my breath hitch in my throat. Unaware of where this conversation would go. He obviously knows what happened tonight, but the question is. Would he explain it to me?
I felt the rage build up inside of me as I looked at him. More blood soaking his suit from head to toe. The blood seeped onto his skin letting his shirt cling to him. Blood soaked his lips and splattered onto his face.
He pushed back his wet hair which I can only assume was dripping with more blood, but he didn't break the stare. No, he held it with his reddened eyes and veins pupping under them thicker and more prominently than Ray, Franks, or Mikeys. As if he saw the realization on my face he let out a sigh, almost proud.
"Meeting in five. Sug-..Warm one. Clean up," Gerard said scanning my whole body.
A/N: HEY Phillies on at 8 so I had to squeeze one in. Fingers crossed we go to the World Series.
