Band Imagines/One-Shots

Don't Make A Scene, Sugar // Vampire Gerard Way (Part 2)

Your eyes wandered around the classroom as you sat there, examining every little thing. Why? You couldn't focus. Your mind wandered to every single thing about that night.

That night was a week ago.

That man didn't kill you. No, instead, he saved your life. But why? He was one of those...things. Right? You were too scared to say the word, because you didn't want to admit they were real. They were fictional creatures, weren't they?

You bit your lip as the bell rang, packing up your stuff and pulling your backpack onto your shoulder.

You walked out of the classroom, looking at both sides of the hall, your hair brushing your neck as it swayed to both sides.

You shakily put your right hand on the left side of your neck, and bit your lip again.

When that man made his blood go down your throat, no less than a half hour later, the bite marks on your neck healed. You were thankful there was no evidence of your attack, except some bruising on your wrists when the other one was holding you down. The scratches had healed as well.

But the bruises on your wrists were so detailed. Meaning, you could see the finger outlines of the man's clearly.

"(Y/N)?" Your head snapped to your right, to see your brother (Y/B/N) looking at you in worry. "Are you okay?" You sighed, nodding.

"Fine, (Y/B/N). Just tired." You walked away, not wanting to talk about it to him. He always cared about you, so he was worried when you came home a week ago, shaken up.

But you didn't want to get into talking about your life. Not now.

You started to rub our forehead, trying to soothe the headache coming on. You had been getting headaches for some time, but you never knew why.

But as you did this, you ran straight into the hard chest of someone, making you stumble back. The person grabbed your arm firmly, holding you in place. You opened your eyes as you spoke.

"I'm so sorry, I-" You stopped. Your eyes widened in fear. That was the man who saved you from the...the vampire. You tried to step back, but he held your arm slightly tighter. He leaned towards you, and eversoslightly whispered.

"Don't make a scene, sugar." You stopped, gulping and forcing the lump in your throat, down. "Come with me. I'm not gonna hurt you." He gently pulled you with him into an empty classroom, shutting the door, and turning around to look at you.

You took a step away from him, fear clear on your face, but he only scowled at you.

"I thought I told you to get out of Belleville." You looked at him dumbfounded for a moment. What did he just say? That's it?

"And where am I supposed to go?" You asked, your eyebrows furrowed upward a bit. "I have no family. No friends. Where am I supposed to go, where am I supposed to stay? Who the hell even are you?!" You started to get more angry and frustrated with this man.

He crossed his arms, looking at you like you were a 6 year old throwing a tantrum. "Are you done?" You wanted to scream at him, punch him, shove him, but what good would that do? He's strong, isn't he? And he has the physical capability to kill you. He let out a sigh. "Look, I don't know where you should go, but you should just go. Some bad shit is about to happen." He started to turn around and leave. But you had one more thing to say.

"Why did you save me?" You whispered, thinking he wouldn't hear. But he stopped in his tracks, and didn't move for a moment. Finally, he turned and looked at you.

"Because you were going to die." You sniffled, tears starting to flow down your face.

"Maybe I wanted to die." The man looked at you, giving a small but sassy smirk.

"Sugar, if you wanted to die, you wouldn't have screamed and tried to get him off you." You gulped and looked down at the floor, trying to avoid his uncomfortable gaze. "Don't go to the cemetery anymore." He added, turning back to the door to leave.

"Why not?" He looked at you one more time, his hair falling in his face a little.

"Because Cemetery Drive is becoming the hotspot for some nasty people you really don't want to meet."

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Okay so, maybe you didn't listen to him.

You let out a huff, rubbing your arms in an attempt to warm them up, as you crunched through the leaves on the path to Cemetery Drive.

You bit your lip, heading to your parent's grave, a bundle of roses in your hand. You wanted to say goodbye one last time, before you stayed away from Cemetery Drive forever.

You reached the grave, and knelt down in front of it, touching the freezing stone with your icy hand.

"Mom...dad...I love you both. I love you both so much. I will always love you. And I will always miss you. But...I can't promise I won't be joining you both soon." You whispered softly. "Goodbye." You placed the roses down, and stood up. You let out another huff, attempting to warm up again. But then you heard it. The soft breath. And then you felt it.

Someone grabbed the back of your neck, slamming your head down into the top of your parent's grave. You groaned at the sudden impact, and hit the ground, attempting to move.

"Well well. Fresh meat." A nasty voice said. You rolled over, by yourself and whoever just cut your head open. You felt blood trickle down your forehead, and to your cheeks, as you saw a man in all black stare down at you, cracking his knuckles. "Well, I didn't order take out. But I'll take it." He grinned. His fangs flashed in the moonlight as he did, and he bent down to bite into you.

You closed your eyes, trying to gather the strength to move, scream, anything. But you just closed your eyes. And there was a screech, some thuds, and cracking.

And then you were lifted up, and a familiar voice spoke.

"You're gonna be alright, sugar. I told you not to fucking come here."