Imagines/oneshots Book 1

15. MCR - blood bound (part 4)

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I had an amazing time writing this four part story so thank you to anyone and everyone who took the time to read them.

Song: the jetset life is going to kill you
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After frank left I wasn't quite sure what to do with myself. I had spent so long at the cemetery I didn't have any other second nature. I felt like I should be walking around graves snooping for trespassers but I couldn't. Not anymore. So I sat. I sat on the bed and stared at the ceiling a while.

It didn't seem so boring but a few minutes alone with my thoughts felt like hours by myself. Which I was used to but now I didn't have roaming freedom. If I got up and left the room it was more than likely I would wake up more than one person so that really wasn't an option. I mean I may be a monster but I am respectful. I was one of them once too and remember how necessary sleep was.

After a while of sitting in different corners of the bed I got up and paced the room. It was small and crowded but it was large enough to walk a path from one side of the bus to the other. I moved a few things along the way too. Stuff that could possibly give me more room or stuff that I figured wouldn't be minded if they were stacked.

I guess I had paced and moved things for a few hours because I had heard someones phone alarm go off. It was loud and annoying. It buzzed and beeped for a good five minutes before being turned off followed by a collective of groans and Huff's. I could hear shuffling on the other side of the door but there was only one heart beat that changed pace which I was assuming was the person's whose alarm went off.

I sat on the bed and waited, my back towards the window. A few more alarms went off signaling the rest of the band to awaken. Then I noticed a slight burning smell. It wasn't to intense but it was enough for one person in a room to notice. Soon I felt a bad burning sensation on my whole right side and back. It caused me to hiss and dart across the room nocking multiple things over. I slammed my body against the opposing wall as it was the only thing not being touched by the sun light.

I heard the door handle wiggle and looked sharply at the small man who opened it. He looked around the room confused at the things that had hit the ground. Then he looked up at me cringing away from the sun, and looked back at the window. I suppose that's when it hit him that I really was serious about needing a curtain or blanket to cover the window if I were to stay in the room.

He left for a second before walking back in with a hoodie in his hand. He made his way over to me and held it up nodding his head to the door for me to walk with him. He did a fairly good job at covering me to get me to the sunless bunk section of the bus. When we walked through the door I couldn't take it anymore. Standing long enough for him to find me and get the hoodie didn't help the new burns. trying to get away from the sun and staying out of the sun in a not so quick fashion made them fester. It hurt so bad I couldn't stand. It was unbearable, I needed blood to heal fast or it would continue to hurt like hell.

I cowered on the floor, swaying back and forth on all fours, for a good minute before Frank couched down next to me to see if I was okay. My body was shaking and I almost couldn't stay on my hands and knees. and as badly as I needed blood, him being next to me was almost intoxicating. I looked over at him with bright gray eyes. He slouched back in surprise at the sudden color change.

"I....Need.....Blood....."

"O-oh okay um here you can have some of mine...I-itll be okay.."

He held his arm out In front of my face and I looked at his face over my shoulder. I then leaned in and sank my fangs into his tattooed wrist. He yelled and winced for a moment before watching me intensely drinking his blood. Then Mikey walked in to see what the cause of the noise was. He was a little startled at first to see me feeding but I stopped after a moment before to make sure I didn't drain Frank.

"Your not healed all the way."

"I need more blood."

"So drink more."

He held his arm out to me again and I sat back on my legs.

"I can't without killing you. But I need more blood or I won't heal."

He looked up at Mikey with hopeful eyes and I chose to follow his gaze. Mikey looked between the two of us, sighed, and knelt in front of me so we were mirroring each other.

"If I told you this wasn't going to hurt I would be lying to you. I just want you to be ready for a sharp pain and some light headedness."

He nodded his head yes and tilted his head slightly to the side. I leaned in right against his neck and sank my teeth in and sucked the thick red blood out. He winced and grabbed onto my arms for support. In the moment we were attached but we were more so keeping each other steady, mainly so he didn't fall over or pass out while I was drinking. I knew I had reached my limit and detached myself from him. His eyes were glazed over and he swayed from side to side slightly. I held him to keep him still and Frank moved closer to the two of us to make sure he was alright.

"Your back seems to be healed now."

"Yes and I would like to thank you both for your contribution. Now on my part I can offer you some of my blood to heal your wounds."

I bit my hand and held it out to Frank's mouth who took some before making a sour face and turning away looking at his healing wrist. I then offered to Mikey who drank some with a similar expression and after brought his hand to his neck to feel a healed hole. I stood and took both of their hands helping them up. We then all walked into the front of the bus for them to reside with the rest of their band members and have a proper breakfast to make up for the blood loss. I sat on one of the small benches and smirked at Gerard, this was going to be one good time for me.