Graveyard Games (Frerard) ~Editing~

Midnight Visitor

(Frank's POV)

Ray had really warmed up to talking after telling me about why he had gotten punishment. We spent the rest of the day circling the cemetery.

"You got quiet again, rebellious one." Ray teased with a side glance.

"Oh...yea..." I shook my head to avoid my thoughts.

"I feel like your joyride was something a bit more than just that." Ray said, stopping in his tracks. His eyes flashed black for a second, "Talk."

"I wanted out! It's been ages since I've been just up here..." I tried to avoid his questions.

"You're so full of shit!" Ray laughed, "You had your eyes set on that one kid. I'm not completely oblivious." He looked at me with a knowing smile.

Fuck he was good.

"So maybe I did." I shrugged, "What of it?"

"Are you sure you don't remember being human?" Ray asked again.

I shook my head. "It's been centuries since I've lived."

"You don't seem like it..." Ray shrugged.

I gave him a strange look, but he ignored it.

"Are you going to see him again tonight?" He asked nonchalantly.

I stuttered. This little shit. I was lost for words.

"You don't hide your feelings well." Ray smirked, "that's where your attention's been this whole time."

I just looked at him for a minute and laughed. This guy was nuts...but extremely on point. "So what if I am?" I smirked back.

Ray looked up at the darkened sky then back at me. "Then I'd say hurry your ass up. While the night is still alive."

(Gerard's POV)

My head hurt. That was my first thought upon opening my eyes. I lifted my head off my damp pillows and wiped dry tears away from my eyes.

I was already back in a bad state of mind... Never took long.

I sat up on my bed in the dark and looked at my clock radio.

11:12pm.

I grabbed my hair and fell over to my side. Being awake this late always lead to worse thoughts. Worse dreams. Worse everything.

I shut my eyes tightly, trying to avoid it all. I didn't want to listen to the guilt in my head or my heart. I just wanted silence.

(Frank's POV)

I was back in the form of smoke. I was flying back to G's...even though I knew I probably wasn't welcomed.
Welcomed or not Gerard, here I come.

(Gerard's POV)

I sat up again. Nothing was going to silence my thoughts.

11:25pm.

I jumped off my bed and held my head in my hands. "Just stop..." I cried out softly.

From the suggestion of where to play the game, to leaving my bag, from Pete just blanking out after something took control of him.

I put my hands down and just looked at the floor. "Fuck..."

I started to turn back to my bed, when I froze. A cold breeze of air suddenly flew threw my room. I could see my breath flow out in front of me and disappear. I could feel a presence behind me. I knew what it was before I even turned.

I slowly turned and saw a black mass sat on my bed. I looked straight at it and before my eyes, he appeared as my graveyard watcher.

(Frank's POV)

I had flown into G's room through the part of the house I knew. I was just drawn to his room. It's like it called out to me.
G was standing with his back to the bed in the room.

So naturally, that's where I sat.

He turned slowly, and looked straight at me. He knew I was there. So why not? I showed myself.

I smiled up at his blank stare. "Hello G."

(Gerard's POV)

"Hello G." It smiled.

"You know my name..." I said in an empty tone.

I could feel my heart beginning to race again. But out of anxiousness or fear?

"I've heard about you a lot." The thing on my bed said, "I even brought you that bag of yours."

It was exactly who (or what?) I thought it was.

"You know so much about me." I said, taking a small step back towards the door. "Who or what are you?"

The thing jumped off my bed and stood in front of me. "I'm Frank." He said with a smirk. "But I think you know exactly what I am." He took a step toward me.

I stood exactly where I was. I didn't feel compelled to move. That face that had haunted my dreams just the night before was now giving me a completely different feeling...

"Why don't you double check what I know?" I asked, not entirely sure why.

Frank took another step closer. He was short. Something I hadn't noticed on that first meeting in the cemetery. But something I did notice again were his eyes. As scared, as angry, as lost as I was, I somehow found...Comfort?

Frank looked up at me. "Because I saw how you reacted, Gerard."

He used my full name and it gave me chills.

(Frank's POV)

He was taller than I had remembered. Although, while being in control of Pete, I wasn't very focused on height.

I looked up at Gerard and straight into his eyes. Those eyes. I could see his very soul behind them. It was beautiful. Breathtaking I should say. I'd never seen someone with such a unique soul.

"You know I'm a demon Gerard..." I said absently, looking at all the small, but detailed cracks and fissures on his soul.

"But I don't know why you're here." G said, making me focus back in on his eyes. I looked over his whole face, then settled back on his eyes.

"Fuck it." I shook my head and jumped up. G caught my legs as I wrapped my arms around his torso. I leaned back and he helped me find the place the bed was positioned. He was on top of me and our lips were connected.

I had to thank Ray for his encouragement later.