Vampires Will Never Hurt You

A Beginning of a Life

I'm beyond excited to do this. This was a story on an old account of mine that was deleted, and so now I'm rewriting it. I hope you all enjoy it. It's a long road ahead.

-Trigger warning- usage of anti-gay speech, talk of suicide-

I laid in bed, playing with my lip ring with my tongue as I listened to my parents scream at each other.

"He's a good for nothing faggot! Why do you even want him here!" My father yelled.

I breathed deeply and closed my eyes.

"How dare you! That is our fucking son! It shouldn't matter!" My mother retaliated.

I heard my father chuckle. "You say that like you care. You don't care about him. There's no reason to. That's why you're always gone!"

That was followed by the front door slamming shut. I heard my mother's crying settle for a moment. Then she spoke. "Yeah, Kathy, can I come over? He left again. No- no Frank will be okay. It's probably just for tonight. I'll leave a note... I can?... I'll be right over."

And the front door shut again. I hadn't been aware that I was crying until a tear began to trail over my nose as I laid on my side. I wiped the tears away and moved onto my back. I looked at the moonlight hitting my ceiling. I wondered why I hadn't killed myself yet. I almost did it when things were better. Why did I hold on still? What was the point?

I closed my eyes again. Just as I felt the weight of sleep sink through my chest, I heard rattling at the front door. I heard the doorknob jiggle, and I scrunched my brows together. Neither of my parents would have gotten that drunk that quick. It stopped, and I relaxed. Then I heard voices just outside my window. It was clear.

"No Mikes, hold on. I think he's in this room."

Another voice spoke.

"Duh. I was the one that told you two. I can see him. I'm pretty sure he knows we're here."

I tensed and sat up, putting my back against the wall. As I watched the window, a figure rose into view. I was on the second floor. How in the fucking hell did it do that.....

The latch unlocked itself, and the window opened. The figure effortlessly climbed in, and slowly floated to the middle of the room. He stopped, and the moonlight hit his face. I was speechless.

His skin was a flawless porcelain shade, and he had a soft look to him. He was easy on the eyes, which contradicted his sharp contrasting features. His nose was small and curved, his lips arched beautifully. His eyes were a pretty shade of hazel, and they were entrancing. His body was built perfectly as well. He was toned and looked strong. He wore a black hoodie with a black leather jacket over. He wore dark skinny jeans and a pair of white converse. He gazed at me through the softest looking jet black hair.

"Frank Iero? 17?"

I stared. "Why ask? You clearly know."

He smiled and shrugged. "I'm here with only good intentions."

"What's your name? You know, since you clearly have mine."

"My name is Gerard Way, and I've come with an offer." He replied simply.

I couldn't look away from him. He was so beautiful. I nodded. "What kind of offer?"

"Do you like your life as it is?"

I shook my head. "Fuck no."

He tilted his head. "Do you want something much different than what you have now?"

I nodded slowly. Something about him made me feel calm. I wasn't afraid. I was simply confused. After I nodded he smiled, and approached me quite quickly, climbing onto the bed and crawling over my left leg, running his hand along my right leg. He grabbed my leg by the thigh and pressed it to his hip. He stared me in the eyes.

"I can change everything for you. You can be so happy. But you have to change." He said gently.

He flashed me a smile, and along with his small, adorable toothy smile, were a set of sharp fangs. I couldn't help but smile.

"Ha, bite me." I joked.

He raised a brow and kept his smile. "Frank, would you like to forever leave this life? If you say yes, understand that you will live with me, and you will never see your family again."

I breathed out and swallowed. "Yes. I want this."

Gerard nodded. He lowered himself to my neck and breathed in. His next move, was highly unexpected. With a deep inhale, he licked me from my collarbone to the side of my neck. I gasped, and saw him smile in response. And then, ever so gently, sunk his fangs into my neck. In an instant, a strong burning sensation rose, and I squeezed my eyes shut. He pulled away, and made sure I looked directly at him.

"That burning will wear off, but soon your vision will go real fuzzy and you will fall into deep sleep for a couple hours. This is normal. But now I need you to think real hard about what you'll need for now as far as clothing. We'll come back tomorrow night and get more out of here."

I nodded slowly. "Shirts, jeans, underwear, socks, my converse, and my hoodie." I listed off, pointing to my drawers.

I watched him as he grabbed a black duffer off the floor, with I hadn't seen before when he first came in. He dug through my drawers and threw thinks into the duffer bag. Then he picked my shoes up off the floor, and my hoodie from chair. "Anything else?"

"My phone, on my n- my night... stand." The sleepiness was hitting, and at this point I couldn't see well at all.

I heard Gerard zip up the bag and move to the window. "Mikey, Ray, take this back to the house. I'll carry him."

I didn't even question anything at that point. It was all so unreal. I felt his arms lift me without struggle and cuddle me. Then everything felt real floaty. I felt cold air hit me, and my bedroom window close. After that, was pure darkness.