Through My Veins - Frerard

Prologue

Frank wished he could claim it was a starless, ominous, and sullen night, but to his dismay and boredom, it was just a normal mundane night and the trip home was as just as uneventful and boring. Well, as uneventful and boring as streets full of drunk people doing all sorts of loony shit could get.

Frank always hated passing by this part of town on the way home and he always preferred navigating his way through alleyways but his parents were always persistent on him taking the crowded roads and main streets; just to be safe.

It's not like anyone actually can harm him or do as much as lay a finger on him; he'd karate chop their necks. They'd drop dead on the spot. But he was a good kid(ish) and he'd respect his parents' wishes (as if he had a choice).

At least that applied until some drunk asshole decided to use him as a puke bag and hurled all over him.

It was so sudden, that kid came out of nowhere and left just as fast, leaving Frank a sickening mess. He could feel his body temperature bolting skyward at an alarming rate, he couldn't lose his temper. Not here at least.

He, in one brave decision, decided to blatantly disobey his parents' ord - request and go for the alleyways. He can't just walk in the street smelling like someone just puked all over him, which was the case, so he took a sharp left turn.

As he was walking, finally alone and at peace, he took some deep breaths to try to calm his nerves but it was really hard since every time he breathed he smelled the stench of that kid's puke and ended up gagging all over again.

When he thought the disgust couldn't grow stronger he had to be met with another repulsing scene. He could see a couple a few meters away making out; just when he thought things couldn't get anymore worse.

As he drew closer and willed every atom in his body to focus anywhere but their direction, he still couldn't will his ears to go deaf as the girl's moans pierced his ears making him slightly cringe. He was forced to look up only to see the most bloodcurdling scene so far this day.

These weren't a couple, she wasn't moaning, and he wasn't kissing her.

He acknowledged the fact that the girl was in fact whimpering but didn't resist as the man with fiery red hair was pining her to the wall with his head buried in her neck. Suddenly, it was official. This was a starless, ominous, sullen night from now on.

Frank recognized the situation immediately and in any given day would've turned on his heels and walked as fast away from the scene before he did something he'd immensely regret later, it wasn't his place to interfere.

But of course, today was different. Today Frank was especially pissed off, he had a pretty shitty day. Plus, to top it all, this wasn't their territory. He had the right to rip off his head any second now. And that's what he decided to do.

Before he could second-doubt himself, with one swift and angry move he lunged forward, grabbing the cold one from his shoulders, and sent him flying in the other direction away from the girl.

It was no secret that the bloodsucker was slightly more than angry by the interruption and it was also no secret that Frank couldn't give a shit as he was equally livid. The latter growled and bared his teeth menacingly, signaling to the other back off, but Frank chose a correspondingly bad night to piss off Gerard.

The vampire had his fair share of shittiness that day and was not very appreciative of the little moondog's interruption. He didn't think twice before charging back and slamming the Jacob-wannabe into a wall and hissing in his face, only to be rewarded by a kick to his chin.

Now, if Gerard was human, his leg would've snapped in half, but being a much superior entity, it only hurt enough for him to let go of the mini-werewolf he was pinning; bad choice.

Frank managed to get even madder somehow and he let it all into his fist as he served the lesbian count Dracula a jaw-breaking punch, which remarkably sent him flying backwards again and falling to the floor.

But, just like in any movie cliché, the hit only made him even more pissed. He just fed, the little cup should've known that there was no chance in hell he'd win this but he was too brave (read: idiotic) to care at the moment. He dared to lurch forward again and this time, aimed at Gerard's throat. He actually bit a vampire, how ironic.

As his teeth drove into the bloodsucker's skin he tasted his blood which made him feel equally victorious and disgusted as it went down his throat. He felt like retching but his thought was interrupted by Gerard's pained screech, and the latter grabbing him by the neck and twisting him.

Frank was in a choke hold by Gerard but he was still fighting him off with all his will but the struggle only made Gerard more agitated. He'd break free any moment now, Gerard needed to act fast.

And by acting fast, without thinking, with one arm twist he snapped Frank's neck and felt his body go limb in his arms.

It took Gerard a count of five to realize what just happened, to realize what the hell he had done. And it took a count of three to let Frank's body drop to the floor.

The panic rose inside him as he dropped next to his second victim of the night's body and found no pulse at all within him, he was as dead as dead went.

He looked so peaceful like he was merely sleeping, not that a vampire snapped his neck and killed him. That was the last thought that went through Gerard's head before everything crashed down all in one heartbeat.

Gerard had killed a werewolf, he broke a fucking treaty. He could see it was also just a kid, he didn't even know his name and he killed him without hesitation.

He dropped to his knees next to him as he held his head in his lap and tried to shake him awake, he sobbed hard and loud as it all downed on him. After all this time, he killed an innocent again. He also broke a treaty and a war will go up because of him. He was better off dead, he should've never survived that one fateful night hundreds of years ago. All he ever caused was death and pain.

"Please wake up" Gerard sobbed again clutching the dead boy's face "I'm sorry" he felt his heart break over a stranger, a stranger he killed with cold blood.

Mikey, Gerard thought as a moment of clarity hit him. His brother was the only apparent and valid choice, he'd know how to act. He wouldn't sell Gerard out to the werewolves pack, even though he was one of them...

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A/N: Hi guys, hope this kicked off well, I just wanted to assure you that this whole story is pre- written so no need to worry about me not updating and having writer blocks and stuff like that. I wish you a happy read.

All the love,

HR. xx