Whip.
'Wake up!'
I lifted my eyelids and winced in pain as I felt a tingle on my leg. The air in the room was cold, and I was only in my underwear. I looked up and saw a taller, red haired male who's lip hung down slightly. Behind him, in the shadows, was another man wearing grasses and a average dark green shirt and jeans. The red head had a thick black leather jacket with spikes surrounding the shoulders and tight leather pants that probably cut off blood circulation. His hips were decorated with a belt with bullets on it and chains that probably made up half of his weight.
'W-Where am-' The red head placed his hand over my mouth and smirked maniacally before lifting the large, black whip in his hand.
'Don't speak until daddy tells you to...' He muttered before bringing the whip down on my knee, leaving a dark red spot. I flinched before nodding frantically. He removed his hand and rand his thumb over my bottom lip.
'What're you doing?' The man in the back barely whispered.
'Playing with him. He played with (Y/n), after all...' He replied.
'W-What? I-'
He brought the whip down again, harder that time.
'What did I say?' He suddenly screamed, placing his hand on my neck.
'D-Don't speak till daddy tells you t-to...' I stuttered.
'Exactly. Now, how do you know (Y/n)?' The man took a step back and began circling around me, often running his fingers over the tight rope that held me to the old wooden chair.
'H-He was my dog. He'd come over every day.' I answered honestly.
'Why did he change you?' The man stopped in front of me and grabbed my legs, before getting on his knees and pulling me right in front of him like a stripper would. The chair screeched against the hard, cold concrete of the large warehouse. Nothing was in there but me, the chair, and the two men.
'B-Because if he didn't then I'll die and he'll lose his voice...'
'Liar!' The man brought the whip down hard on my crotch, making me scream loudly.
'I-It's the tru-'
'You manipulated him! And now he's in pain! You used him for eternal life, didn't you? You monster!' He shouted again, slamming the whip onto my crotch once more.
'No! He said he-'
'Liar!'
'Stop it!' Someone coughed loudly from behind me. I herd soft shuffling slowly approach me before (Y/n) came and coughed softly.
'(Y/n), you're supposed to be resting. Please, go back to bed.' The red head smiled at (Y/n).
'N-No...Frankie-' (Y/n) threw up more blood and quickly stumbled onto his knees.
'(Y/n), go back to bed.'
'N-No...Frankie...' (Y/n) was gurgling on his own vomit, trying to push out the words he wanted.
'Frank is just manipulating you!'
'I-I love...hi...m...' (Y/n) dragged himself behind me and untied the rope, finally freeing me. I sprung up from the chair and rushed behind it, making sure (Y/n) was okay.
'(Y/n), you need to go back to bed...I'm fine, just go rest...you're hurting yourse-'
'Don't touch him! You monster!' The man shouted.
'G-Ger...ard! Leave....leave hi-im alone...' (Y/n) wheezed loudly.
The man now known as Gerard looked back at the man behind him who was wide eyed.
'Mikes, what's with that face?' Gerard looked around for a moment before 'Mikes' suddenly appeared right in front of me. I flinched as he smiled.
'(Y/n) wasn't manipulated! I can see it. This boy has the memories.'
The moment he said that, Gerard smiled wildly.
'Great! I'm hungry! Let's get (Y/n) to bed and go hunting!' Gerard clapped his hands together before approaching (Y/n) and lifting him up with one arm. (Y/n) winced, but Gerard knew he couldn't have made it easier.
'Apologies. My brother can get very angry when people mess with him. I've herd a lot about you. Please, follow me. We have virgins!' He grinned cheerily.
Frank burped loudly as he continued to devour the little girl in front of him.
'Jeez, you're really hungry. When was the last time you ate?' Mikey continued to drink out of the huge bucket that was full of coffee.
'Never! The last thing I ate was cupped noodles a week ago!' He continues to rip the skin off of the dead girls bones.
'I miss eating noodles...the closest I get in a spinal chord.' Mikey joked. I ran my fingers through my bright red hair, accidentally catching my fingers in a few knots.
'So, Frank, has (Y/n) told you about us?' I finally spoke.
'No...' He stared down at the girls eyes before dipping his head and slurping the iris and pupil.
'Well, I'm Gerard, this is my brother Mikey and Ray is currently hunting. We're (Y/n)'s friends. We thought you had manipulated him into turning you for eternal life. Sorry 'bout that.' I finished before looking over at (Y/n) who I could only just see laying on the couch in the lounge room.
'Will (Y/n) be alright soon?' Frank chewed loudly on his food, not caring about being sanitary or polite.
'He should be good as new as soon as we get some of Mikey's blood. That'll heal him right up.'
Blood red skies.
Ashes.
Ashes.
We all fall,
Dead.
I scream loudly before opening my eyes and sitting up in a pool of sweat. The lights were out and Frank was curled up in a small ball at the foot of the couch. I placed my hand on my shoulder and sighed with relief now that the pain was gone.
'They must've injected me with Mikey's blood. Gerard's afraid of needles and Ray's a different blood type.'
Frank groaned softly before looking over at me and smiling. His beautiful black hair was disheveled, and his tattooed arms were soaked in dry blood.
'How're you feeling?' He crawled beside me and snuggled up to me.
'Great..' I replied before wrapping my arm around Frank and holding him close to me so he wouldn't fall off the couch.
'Thank you, (Y/n)...for everything...' Frank mumbled before lifting his head and grazing his lips over mine.
'What're you doing?'
'I wanna kiss you. Can I?' Frank finally asked.
'Of course...'
