'To (Y/n)! May you always be our top hunter!' Gerard shouts over the loud music and men chugging liquid debauchery.
'Yeah...' I reply. Even the comfort of dancing, half naked men and the cent of alcohol wasn't enough to life my nonexistent spirit.
'What's wrong? You fuckin' love comin' here! Naked men and loud music not what you're lookin' for?' Gerard continues to shout.
'I think (Y/n) is going through, what humans call, depression. He's not smiling, his dopamine levels are extremely low and he's keeping his head down whilst maintaining a low tone.' Mikey mumbles just above the music.
'What's up?' Ray looks more concerned then usual, obviously hoping I'll tell him what's wrong like I always do.
'...guys, there's this guy-'
'Did you finally find a boyfriend? I'm so proud of you!' Gerard's interrupts. It was useless trying to talk to a drunk Gerard, but I wanted them to know about Frank.
'No, I...let me show you.' I stand up and place my untouched drink down on the table.
'So, what's this about?' Ray mutters.
I speed up.
'(Y/n), are you alright?' Mikey keeps his usual straight face.
'Guys I-' I freeze the moment I see Frank's home. There was a 'for sale' sign on the front that made my heart sink into my stomach. I could see his parents packing things into boxes and Frank sitting outside his window, staring at nothing.
'What is it?' The alcohol in Gerard's system finally began to wear off as I gazed at the young boy.
'I-It's him...' I stutter. They all look at Frank and smile as if everyone died right in front of them.
'You like a boy? What clan is he from? Is he a hunter?' Gerard grins with excitement.
'No he's...uh...he's a human.'
They all freeze and look at me with wide eyes.
'(Y/n), this is serious. Does he know who you are? Has he seen you?' Ray asks with concern.
'....'
'(Y/n)! Has he seen your human form?' Ray practically shouts.
'Only when he was a baby..' I finally reply.
'A baby? How old is he now?' Ray continues.
'He's fifteen. His name is Frank Anthony Iero Jr. He's the son of Linda and Frank. He's currently going to a catholic school and he sneaks out every Monday and Thursday to play music at a local bar. He-'
'Okay, okay. We get it. Look, you can be with this kid or whatever, you just can't let the council find out. They'll pour liquid metal down your throat.' Mikey's voice cracks at the thought. They did that to him for marrying a human girl and the thought still haunts him. Apparently Mikey had been with her for years but once the council found out, they killed her.
'Yeah...but, guys I...I wanna turn him. He doesn't know I exist and I want to change that! You would feel the same if you were in his hands...'
'What?' Gerard raises an eyebrow.
'He held me when I was a bat...his human fingers were so warm...'
'(Y/n), we don't love humans, we kill them. We eat them. We're the reason people die every second. We're Aswang! We don't love, we kill. Mikey learnt the hard way and now we all know our place.' Ray protested.
'Guys, please. I can't stay away from this boy...I used to think I just really wanted to kill him until I saw someone punch him. I was worried. I felt something beat in my chest...'
Those words made Mikey's head shoot up instantly.
'That beating feeling! And the flutters in your stomach!' He describes the exact feelings I had, making me realise what he's hinting at.
'Yea-'
'(Y/n), that's love! It's the best! I-It's this indescribable feeling! It's like nothing matters! It's like finding a victim already waiting for you to eat them! It's like touching a human hand and feeling their warmth...' Mikey rants. I nod.
'Yeah...'
'I wanna love...' Gerard plants a hopeful smile on his face.
'Will you trust me? Will you let me love this boy?'
'Yes.'
'Merry Christmas!' I hear Linda yell. I sit as a fly, watching as Frank falls out of bed.
'Mom! Don't scare me! Fuck!' He complains adorably.
'No swearing in my house. Now go get breakfast. We're opening presents soon!' She smiles as Frank stumbles out of the room, only in his boxers.
'He must be cold...'
I can't help but smile at his he chews on his new lip ring and itches the back of his head. I quickly fly off of the windowsill and turn back into a person.
'Okay, okay...you can do this.'
I pick up the present I got him and knock on the front door before turning into a small dog and holding the present in my mouth. Linda opens the door and looks down at me with the widest smiled I had ever seen.
'Hello! What's this?'
I place the box in front of her and sit.
'Who's there?' Frank's dad shouts from inside.
'It's a dog!'
Frank practically bolts out of the house and picks me up, forgetting about the cold.
'It's a puppy!' He grins.
'He brought you a gift!'
Frank discarded the words and held me close to him.
'Can we keep him?' Frank pleaded as his mother clutched on to the small box. She shook her head and began walking inside.
'Since its snowing, he can stay here tonight.'
