Through My Veins - Frerard

Chapter Twenty One

"Frank!" Gerard gasped at the sight of the hybrid. "What are you doing here?" his eyebrows frowned deeply.

The other boy didn't respond, he just kept approaching the vampire with a threatening glare, stake still at hand. Only then did Gerard notice the eerie black smoke that followed the boy closely. And that earned another soft gasp out of the former.

The dungeons were still dimly lit, a few lamps scattered here and there, and Gerard has been hanging in the same cell he was 'held prisoner' in back when he first met Frank properly. The same Frank that is searching for the cell's keys with a murderous look in his eyes, a look that's aimed at Gerard.

"Frank please, listen to me, you don't know what you're doing!" Gerard begged slightly panicking, the black smoke started to take a physical form now.

There, right behind Frank, a taller woman stood. Black hair pulled back in a pony tail to reveal a signature blood red lipstick and dark brown eyes, in other circumstances Gerard would've considered her beautiful, too bad she was here to end his life.

"You know exactly what you're doing Frank, do it for us, do it to avenge your broken heart." She hissed in Frank's ear.

"You" Gerard said through gritted teeth "stay away from him!" he yelled, but it was all fucking useless if he were to be honest with himself. She wasn't gonna stop till she sees his limb body.

Frank was finally able to unlock the cell's door, slowly sliding it wide open, his next action taking everyone by surprise. With one swift movement he turned around impaling the she-demon with the stake he had in his right fist and threw her inside the cell.

"Gerard, get the fuck out!" he ordered his dumbfounded boyfriend out of the cell and quickly slid the door closed. She was in shock for a good few seconds.

"YOU!" She raged her eyes turning all black, evidence of furry. "How dare you!" She got over her initial shock and rage at last and started laughing like a maniac. She pulled out the stake out of her stomach and tossed it aside like a chopstick.

"How dumb have you become, Gerard, over all these years? Do you really think a wooden stick and iron bars could keep me locked up?" she amused, but as soon as her hand made contact with the iron bars she jumped back and hissed in pain.

"Iron bars soaked in holy water could do the trick though." Frank noted smugly.

"Imbecile!" she hissed, then she tried to moved the bars with her super psychic powers but air didn't even stir.

"Add a devil's trap to the mix and you get one demon proof cellar." Frank really liked this. Her head shot up to the ceiling to examine the symbols Tyler had painted there long time ago.

"How did you do it? How did you escape my possession?" she addressed Frank directly, her face showing slight interest.

"Maybe the fact that I was never under you influence to begin with helped." Correction: Frank loved this. Gerard on the other hand, he just stood there not being able to wrap his head around this whole situation.

He knew about the devil trap and the holy water soaked bars, but he knew nothing about Frank being involved in this as well.

"All these images you showed me, all the poison you spewed in my head about how I'd feel better if he were dead, if I were to kill him with my own hands. You missed a small part, bitch." Frank started, lacing his hands with Gerard's.

"If I die, he dies too. We're linked." Gerard seemed to conclude finally connecting the dots. Frank grinned up at his boyfriend, it took Gerard only three seconds of self control before he kissed the shit out of him.