Pure and Bloodstained •Vampire!Gerard Frerard•

Chapter One

this fic was a piece of literal shit so I'm starting over ur welcome

(TW: abuse, alcohol, negativity)
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Chapter One

"Fuckin' freezing," Frank Iero muttered to himself as he walked along the sidewalks lined with discarded cigarettes and trash bags (which probably contained bodies). His complaints were heard by only himself, and perhaps a few ghosts, as he made his way down the deserted street.

He didn't look anywhere except the ground, his focus entirely on getting his frozen ass home, even if he hated his living arrangements.

He lived with the mother, whom he loved with all his heart, and her boyfriend, whom he equated with the trash that he had seen discarded a few moments earlier.

His mother's boyfriend, called Jon, was a woman-abusing, alcoholic, piece of literal shit who had been staying in their house for the past two years, drinking them dry of both literal (alcoholic) drinks, and money.

Because of his home situation, Frank much preferred his school life, even if it was quite lackluster. He had a few friends, and he loved some classes, but he would honestly give anything to just stop going and do what he wanted, which entailed being in a shitty punk band and ruining his lungs until he died, most likely before the age of 25.

When he had been in middle school, he used to wonder why everyone gave him weird looks, but he soon realized that it was because he walked around dressed like a corpse, with red shit smudged under his eyes, and self-pierced everything.

Most people at his school either loved him, or didn't know he existed. The people who loved him were either his few friends, or were the people who frequented him, asking for drugs and/or sexual favors. He usually obliged, sometimes just out of sheer boredom, and sometimes out of pity.

He finally made it home, the odor of cheap liquor hitting his nose immediately as he opened the door. He tried to close the door quietly, so as to avoid confrontation with his mother's boyfriend, but he was already there waiting for his return, leaning up against the dirty kitchen counter.

"Why are you here?" He said, his words slurred together into a mess of almost unintelligent syllables.

"I live here, remember?" Frank said, already agitated. He was not going to put up with the instant bullshit today; He just wanted to go to his room, avoiding confrontation with his clearly already intoxicated parental figure.

Jonathan looked slightly confused, and then not entirely unexpectedly, rage filled his eyes and he ran over to Frank, raising his arms. "What are you-" Frank tried to ask before he charged right up to him and slapped him hard across the cheek.

Frank winced but stood his ground, deciding that waiting it out would be better than trying to retaliate. Jon struck again, this time using his fist, and punching Frank square in the stomach. He groaned from the pain and gave in, doubling over in pain.

"Don't you use that tone with me again boy," he said, as he grabbed Frank by his hair and pulled his head up to face him. He released Frank, half-throwing him down the hall towards the direction of his room.

As he walked down the hall, still clutching his stomach, his school stuff abandoned in the kitchen, he heard Jon yell at his mom to get him a beer, which made him even angrier.

He treated her with no respect whatsoever; he only stuck around for booze and sex. That disgusting, abusive man was the reason that Frank was so isolated and angry, and Frank really wouldn't care if he just dropped dead.