This Is How I Disappear

Chapter 3: Cemetery Drive

A/N: hey :) I'm updating this while my friend Beverly is over haha. She's playinG Pokemon Diamond..and of course she aasked me for advice on it. Pokémon power botches :) -Gerard

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*Quinton's Pov*

My parents didn't allreciate all the time I spent in my room. They knew about Xander leaving, but they just wanted me to get over the kid. That's what the called him, 'The Kid'. When I told them that I loved him, they insisted that I didn't know what love felt like.

I sat in my room staring at the tv, it was on Channel 7 Action News. I didn't bother changing the channel because nothing else interested me. The headline news was 'Upcoming Smalltown Artist'. Just the word Artist made me think of Xander. Lucas had shone me a drawing that Xander had made of me after he first saw me, I was shirtless in the drawing.

"Moving across the country to a small town barely known on the map, and aspiring young artist starts hjs career. The town of Monroeville is getting visitors in search of this young man. He had a job in the local Comic Storr, and the Tattoo Parlor. He does a sidejob of taking in commissions and making wonderful masterpieces from their wishes." The news reporter said.

I looked at the screen, it showed some beautiful pieces of artwork, but one caught my eye. It was me, my form was in the artwork, every tiny detail etched in the canvas, the surroundings was the familiar ruined church. But who was the artist? Could it be Alexander?

"Many people who have gotten artwork from him were at firsr frightened by his appearence. A couple say he resembled a Punk Rock Vampire. They also say once they got to talk to him he was very friendly and jjst wanted to do art." The reporter said. The inages of drawings stopped showing, there were at least for pieces of me. The image changed to Xander leaning on a white wall. Tattoos were all over his arms and hidden beneathe his black shirt, I could see some appearing just beloe his jawline. His skin was a sickly pale, the circles under his eyes were black as if there was charcoal smudged beneathe. His hair was long to his sgoulders, black, and clean, but greasy looking. He still had shocking icy blue eyes and piercings. He resembled Gerard Way but with piercings and blye eyes plus more dead lookinf. (That is kind of how I picture him by the way)

"His highest price of artwork was 400 bucks, but nornally they're lower prices. Back in his hometown of Bellevulle, he had done an amazing mural kn the side of the public library also throwing in a small area of gothic horror. In Monroeville he made a mural on the ceiling of the Local Pub. Alexander Gold is an amazinf artist. You must check him out." The reporter said. The whole screen changed and it was now Xander sitting on a couch with a reporter. I turned up the volume.

"What kind of work are you doing now?" Lucy, the reporter asked. Xander looked at her awkwardly and pulled out a large canvas, it was the beginning of a piece. He handes her a small photo. "Wow, this is acurate. But almost better than the photo." Lucy said. The camera zoomed in, it was me and my cousin Ty when we were little. That's where Xander was, I knew where.

"So people in your town refer to you as Vampire. How do you feel about that?" Lucy asked.

"The name has stuck to me for years." Xander said on tv. His voice was worse, dark laced with hate and barbed-wire, yet topped off with ice frozen to his core.

"Whys that?" Lucy asked leaning closer to him, a fake, yet super interested expression.

"Its always been there. My first impression on people is being a vampire. So the name is everywhere I go." Xander answered casually, I was surprised he was even talking. He didn't talk at all that much, but I guess a scenic change had made him more talkative. I wanted to go to Monroeville and find him.