Emo Trinity x Reader

Gerard Way x Reader - Next Door Neighbors

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Warnings: vampire, robbers
Word count: 1 791

It had never really bothered you living next to a cemetery. To you it was just a garden with many stones in it. You were hardly old enough to understand anything about life and death, so the concept of people being buried underground was not of any great importance, it was a little like watering the garden; it didn't happen every day, but every other day. In kindergarten, other kids often did not want to come over to play at your house, because they were afraid. You never knew why. Even though by now you knew about death and all the tales and stories that came with it, you were not scared of them. You knew ghosts and zombies were not real, if they had been, you would have seen one by now you figured. But the only regular visitor to the cemetery, apart from old women and a few adventure seeking teenagers, was a young man. But he never really did anything, he just walked around the graves at night, sometimes stopping for a while and then wandering on. You had first seen him one night when you could not sleep and had stared out of the window. From then on you saw him every night. You never bothered to wonder what he was doing. Grown-ups did a lot of weird things. And other people also walked around the gravestones, so why should he not as well? You remembered asking your mother once why you were living so close to the cemetery. One of your friends was refusing to come over because of all the ghosts that lived so close by, as they said. Your mother's response had been simple and short. 'Because someone has to.' You guessed she was right. There would always be a house closest to the graveyard, no matter how far away from there it was built, so one might as well use the space and put the house right next to it. Made sense. You applied this answer to the young man as well. Why did he walk amongst the graves at night? Enough people did it at day, so someone had to do it at night as well. Since all this seemed logical to you, you never even considered telling anyone about this man.

As a teenager your house became your friends' favorite hangout spot. They loved watching horror movies and then going over into the graveyard, trying to spook each other. For you it was nothing exciting though. As a kid you had often sneaked into the cemetery, because there was a big lawn and it was perfect for playing football with the neighbors' kids.

As you strode down the street in the dim light of the lantern, you remembered all these things. It had been almost a year since you had been here the last time. After high school you had moved away for college and only recently you had found a job at the other side of the state. When you had told your childhood friends that you were visiting town for a few days, they had been eager to meet up with you. Now you were on your way back home from a bar. Somehow it felt wrong, going to a bar in the city you had grown up in. Chasing down the street to catch the ice cream truck would have been more appropriate.

You had been so deep in thought that you had not noticed the figures on the sidewalk until you almost walked into them.

"Sorry," you mumbled, but loud enough for them to hear, and tried pushing past them.

Without warning a hand suddenly gripped your upper arm.

"Nice jacket you got there," a voice snarled, making the hair at the back of your neck stand up.

"Thanks," you answered, hoping, praying that this would not turn into what you feared it would.

"How about you give it to us?"

Well, shit.

"Uhm-"

"Will he have to ask again," one of the other guys asked.

The blinking of a cold metal blade just a few inches away from your throat made it almost impossible to breath. Panic was hammering in your chest.