Who Said Vampires Will Never Hurt You?

Chapter Twenty - To The End (The Epilogue)

Who Said Vampires Will Never Hurt You?

Chapter Twenty - To The End (The Epilogue)

(5 Years Later)

"Lou, they're all going to be here soon!" I cried up the stairs, checking the tacky black watch adorned with stupid looking bats and fangs fastened onto my left wrist. I scowled at the thing; I had gotten it shortly after we all came back out of the hospital - going into the nearest shop (a stupid corner store) and picking up the first thing that caught my eye. I always said it meant nothing to me, that it was just a bad joke - but honestly? Honestly this watch meant a lot to me, it symbolised what we had all gone through in a stupid child's piece of jewellery, something nobody would expect or suspect. I just needed something - something tangible; not my intangible memories which would one day fade - that I could constantly keep close to me that would forever remind me what we went through. Because although the world tried to cover up what we'd seen, what we'd been through - I didn't want to cover it up. I didn't make it up; the nightmare happened. I dream about it every night, so how can I ever forget?

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The time was 12:57pm; the guests were all arriving at 1pm; just a light lunch...some snacks, that's all. A catch up.

We had one every year, at a different one of our houses every time. This year it was mine and Lou's time. And it was five years today: five years since we got out of hell and back into the real world. Five years today since Gerard Arthur Way died. And five years three days ago that his younger brother, Michael James Way, also died.

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The doorbell rang and I took a deep breath, now deciding to be nervous all of a sudden. My fingers trembled and shook as I gripped the door handle and pulled it open, Lou Taylor gently touching my back with a hand, fingers splayed and rubbing gently. I felt myself relax as I melted into his touch, greeting our first guest with a cheerful smile.

It was Flame and her three year old daughter, Meggy; and with mother and daughter, my other best friend: Elena, and Kit. The two had realised their feelings for each other about four and a half years ago, and a pregnant Elena was having a great time bossing her husband around constantly and blaming it on the hormones.

The girls pulled me in for a big group hug, while Kit smiled politely at Lou and complained about Elena, quietly.

"Hey, I heard that!" His wife playfully batted his arm, mocking annoyance. Okay, not so quiet then.

"So, I see you're still with Lou, then." Flame whispered, as Lou and Kit wondered into the kitchen, ready (like most men) to dive into the beer straight away.

"Yes, of course I am." I replied, indignantly.

"Sorry, sorry." Flame mumbled, not really sorry at all. "How long has it been now?"

"About seven months." I replied. Flame only nodded; then took my arm and we settled into the leather sofa in the living room. After Gerard's death I had shut myself off from the world almost completely; Nightmares Abandoned split, as did MCR, and we all moved on with our lives. But I spiralled downwards - depression took a hold of me, its deep claws scratching me deeply and scarring me for a very long time. But Lou was always there for me, he pulled me up and out of the hole I had fallen in, and it took me over four years to realise that I needed him as more than a friend. I was finally getting over Gerard, and so, when Lou asked me to move in with him and buy our own apartment together, only about two months ago, I instantly agreed. The place we had bought was lovely, it was only a small apartment, but it was open plan and slightly modern and just perfect for us. The living room and kitchen were conjoined, and from my spot on the sofa I could see Kit and Lou already gulping down alcohol, stuffing their faces with snacks and ranting about whatever it is guys rant about these days.