Carving Pumpkins (Frank Iero)

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Warning: Not for the sqeamish. Excessive gore and bloody scenes.

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I couldn't even comprehend how excited I was that today was my eighteenth birthday. I was legal now; I could vote. Plus, Frank had been hinting about getting me something special for a few weeks now. This was one of the only circumstances that I was glad that I couldn't read his mind; I was excited, and I almost didn't want to know what Frank was getting me.

I read Frank's text, telling me to meet him out by the back of the school. I smiled to myself and ignored the sneers and chortles of the lacrosse team, who was teasing me about going to see my "fag boyfriend, like always".

Why they still called him a fag when he had a girlfriend, I will never understand.

I leaned up against the wall out back of the school, breathing in the scent of the woods. It'd been a while since I'd fed, but the need wasn't urgent; my senses were just a little touchy.

Which was why I was surprised when Andrew Petticone ghosted into my line of sight.

"Harlow." He said, almost thoughtfully; almost like he wasn't thinking of beating the crap out of me, because I knew he was.

But, all of a sudden, Andrew's mind clouded with something unreadable. It was so thick that I could barely make out what it was; but just before I could decipher the unknown feeling, Andrew took another step toward me, pressing his lips to mine roughly.

The feeling clouding Andrew's mind was love; I was able to read his thoughts clearly now. Andrew had liked me since the sixth grade, when he'd first started harrassing me. His fondness of me grew to love; he never wanted the lacrosse team to know that he was in love with such a loser, as he put it. But, apparently, he could stand hurting me no longer.

My senses were on overdrive, and I felt the sudden urge to bite down. I knew not to get this rough with Frank when I hadn't fed in a few days, because I knew that I'd probably end up hurting him. Frank would freak out if he knew that he was dating a killer.

"MMF!" I mumbled, biting down through Andrew's bottom lip, hard. My teeth went all the way through the flesh, ripping and tearing the precious tissue into two perfect holes, so I didn't have the chance to tap a vein and potentially drain him. A few stray drops of Andrew's sour-tasting blood found their way into my mouth and I cringed and pulled away. The taste of a human's blood usually reflected their personality; Andrew tasted bitter and gross.

I quickly pulled my teeth out of the two perfectly made holes in Andrew's bottom lip with a pop. Andrew didn't make a sound; just looked at me, mouth open in a silent scream.

"Vampire." He whispered under his breath. "You're a..."

"What the hell?!" I heard a familiar scream from behind me. I spun around, only to reveal a hurt-looking Frank.

"Frank!" I cried. "It's...he...he kissed me!" I had to make him understand.

Frank turned and began to run.

"Shit," I mumbled under my breath, my hands going up to tug frantically at my hair. I felt tears pooling in my eyes and I fought the urge to turn around and rip Andrew's throat out. I had to make this right.

"Frank!" I screamed, my voice hoarse. "He kissed me!"

Frank dissappeard around the corner of the school and I dropped to my knees, burying my face in my hands. Everything was falling apart. I had to fix it.

But how could I? The boy I was in love with just ran off after seeing me locking lips with the boy who'd tortured me for most of my school career. Why should he believe me?