princesses and vampires | gerard way✔

113- Acting Is My Forte

So I was up since about three that morning. After I awoke from my nightmare, and a odd encounter I couldn't sleep. Of course who could after those chain of events. I'm not complaining I had time to think and well answer some questions that been digging in my mind.

I took another sip of my coffee when all of a sudden I felt a hand on my shoulder. A cold chill ran down my spin and I jumped.

"Woah Violet you okay?" Frank asked. I couldn't hear Frank I heard it everything sounded like it. The TV, music, talking, everything sounded like it. I just sat in silence hoping the walls and my mind would entertain me.

I then snapped out of my thoughts realizing I haven't replied to Frank. "Oh yeah I'm fine!" I sqeauked I immediately felt blood rise to my cheeks. I took a sip out my cup to get no coffee. I didn't care I just wanted to hide my blush.

"Sure took a long time for you to answer that." Frank said while sporting a devilish smirk.

"Well-" I started but was quickly interrupted by Gerard tripping into the kitchen.

"Dammit!" He shouted. His pale, cold hands on the charcoal-black countertops to steady himself. Levering himself up and looking pretty irritated already.

"How did you even fall?" Frank asked trying not to bust out in laughter.

"I don't fucking know." Gerard said with a sigh.

I quickly stood up and took my pale blue mug to the sink, setting it ever so slowly into the sink. The contact making a soft 'clink' noise which added noise to the silence I stood in. I turned on my heels to face Gerard and Frank staring at me

"What is it?" I asked rushing my words out quickly.

"Good morning to you too." Gerard scoffed.

"I'm sorry." I squeaked "Good morning." I said rushing into the living room ignoring the crunch of carpet as I rushed on it.

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Flashes of non-living people popped my mind. Not just non-living people but my father. No Bert couldn't have turned him into a vampire, no he flat out killed him. I could remember that memory so vividly, his chestnut hair falling into his face, dried blood dotting his face like freckles. His eyes staring at me-hopelessly-all color gone, replacing his once cheerful brown eyes with clouds of sadness. Dried blood crusting his hoodie like rust and blood in his hair like water. I could remember it all, Bert's smirk, Gerard's calls, Mikey's embrace

"Violet what is wrong with you?" Gerard asked a hint of anger in his tone.

"Nothing." I said with a sigh. He sighed back and returned his talking to the guys. He was on to my moods, I needed to act normal.