You Left My Heart An Open Wound

Chapter 6

FRANK'S POV

Frank watched Gerard go, with a smirky smile on his face that probably looked completely evil to passerby. People split to walk around him on either side of the pavement, and he could feel their glares and nervous glances in his skin. Finally, he turned away, his maniac grin softening to a smile that he didn't think would go away for a while.

He slipped his free hand in his pocket, sipping at his coffee contently. Whatever this was, the angel had a very, very good taste. Frank thought about that pale skin and that messy raven-black hair and those fucking gorgeous eyes, because, hey, he WAS an angel and he was the definition of beauty. Literally straight out of Heaven. Frank loved that disapproving, nervous scowl Gerard had had on his face, and he couldn't wait to make the angel come apart at the seams.

He moved down an alley, pulling down on a metal ladder and climbing the steps and rungs up to the roof of the building, perching on the edge like some kind of modern gargoyle. He let his eyes glow their true color again, his excitement building in his stomach and chest. The Master Demon would be HEAD OVER HEELS for a gift like that. Frank was going to get exactly what he wanted.

And maybe even more than that.

He sat down, cross-legged, and looked up at the dull clouds above him. Frank would have to keep his feelings in line; if he got possessive with the angel and ended up keeping for himself, using him only for Frank's needs, rather than making Gerard give himself up to the Master Demon, then there was absolutely no way he would get what he wanted.

He would get his turn at having fun, though. That was part of the whole plan. That was how he'd make the angel submit. Frank was going to make him HIS, and so much so that he'd do absolutely anything if Frank so much as looked at him.

Frank grinned. It was so easy not to care about other's feelings, just your own. That way, he could do whatever he wanted and when he wanted it, and that was exciting. Sure, it was cruel, but Frank was a freaking fire demon. He was possibly the worst of them all. The king of the hill.

"Hey, Frank, what's with the creepy-ass grin." He heard Brendon's voice behind him. Frank twisted slightly to see him fixing his shirt, running a hand through disheveled hair. He looked a little bleary and surprised.

Frank laughed at the incubi. "I met an angel today." He smirked and patted the ground next to him. Brendon rolled his eyes but slumped down next to him anyway, snagging a sip of Frank's coffee and letting out a calm sigh.

"Bden, what are you even doing here?"

"Funnily enough, I was getting laid by a girl downstairs, and your whole dark aura thing passed the window. I had to cut it short, because Jesus, I've never felt you so excited." He looked a little annoyed at his choice, but shrugged. "I'm goin back tomorrow to suck her soul out though, she's got one hell of a fight."

"You looked a little fucked up." Frank laughed. "Like you do when you're not in control."

"I wasn't. I mean, obviously I-"

Frank snorted. "Who knows? She might be a keeper. Maybe you should turn her into a succubi." He teased.

Brendon scowled and shoved Frank, but then he laughed. "Whatever, Iero. At least I get laid by pretty girls on a daily basis, you gay-ass hothead."

Frank stood up and grinned.

"At least I'm going to fuck an angel at some point or another."

Brendon rolled his eyes. "Idiot."

Frank snorted and looked at the incubus. "Got any smokes?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, hold on."

He handed Frank one, and he lit it with a flick of his tongue, as usual, the sparks hissing out of his mouth. The smoke that curled up and around his face when he blew it out was almost refreshing, and he grinned again.