Blood stained teeth glint in the too bright moonlight. Screams echo through the dense forest, bouncing off the trunks of maples and oaks before fading out into the quiet of the night. Bodies fall in tangled heaps as the unfair fight rages on. And th...
When Mikey found his brother laying intertwined with a practical stranger he was taken aback, to say the least. No one knew how strong Gerard's aversion for physical contact was more than himself, yet there he was, held close in the tattooed arms of the smaller, pale man.
"Well, that's a sight I never thought I'd live to see."
"Jesus Pete, you scared the shit outta me. Don't be such a fucking creep." Mikey said clutching at his chest to emphasize the scare his friend had given him.
"Sorry Mikes, but seriously, what do ya make of that. Do you think he like compelled him?"
"I don't think that's actually a thing, if it was they would have just asked everybody to stand in line while they drained us. There wouldn't have been an attack."
"I guess you have a point, but how else do you explain that?" Pete said gesturing towards the sleeping mass of tangled limbs.
"I don't know, I think Gee just likes him. When we were- when everything went down there was this moment where they just stood there staring at each other, no staring into each other. I swear man, Gee looked like he was seeing the stars for the first time or something. It was weird."
"And he talked for him. I've known you guys for what, like six years and not a peep then mister vampy pants comes along and boom."
"You sound offended," Mikey said with a smirk.
"Maybe a little. I know he can't help it, it's just, doesn't he trust me?"
"You know he does Pete, just don't take it personally, okay man?"
"Yeah, okay. We should go fix breakfast before they wake up and see us gawking at them." Pete said turning toward the stairs.
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When Frank awoke Gerard was sleeping peacefully in his arms, his head laying directly above the heart that no longer beat in his chest. He was truly beautiful this close up, his face pale and free of wrinkles but for the slight crease between his brows. It was evident that in his relatively short life the young man had faced a lot of sorrow and concern.
While Frank observed him, Gerard twitched slightly in his sleep. Groggily, the younger man opened his eyes. Gerard yelped when he realized the position he was in, tangled between sheets and Frank's sprawled limbs.
Startled, Gerard pushes his body backward away from the injured vampire, landing with a huff on the hard concrete floor.
Gerard doesn't do well with physical contact these days. He's learned to tolerate it from his family and a very touchy-feely Pete, but under normal circumstances he would never allow a stranger such as Frank to touch him, much less hold him like that. Touch has been ruined for Gerard since that awful day all those years ago. Each brush of skin against his feels like the legs of an insect crawling across his flesh. It makes him cringe and curl in on himself.
"Oh shit dude, are you alright?" Frank said leaning up on his elbow, his other arm extended slightly towards the disheveled boy on the floor.
Every cell in Gerard's body was screaming at him to pull away, to shy from Frank's hand as he had from so many others, but he did not oblige. As much as he hated the sensation that came with it, Gerard was only human, and as such he craved physical touch and affection. Affection that Frank had already proven he was more than willing to give.
Gerard had tried to break out of his shell before, tried to form friendships and relationships with others after the incident but it was impossible. Thanks to media coverage and word of mouth he had been made a tragic celebrity in his small town. Everyone had their preconceived notions about the boy, and even if they tried to hide it Gerard could see either the judgment or the pity in their eyes. So, eventually, he just stopped trying. He put up walls around himself and sentenced himself to a secluded life in his mother's basement.
But Frank was different. He didn't know anything about Gerard or his past. He was untouched by Gerard's reputation, he was a fresh start.
And so, with that thought in mind, Gerard reached out his own timid hand and surrendered it to the cold grasp of the vampire.
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Mid way up the staircase sat a perplexed Mikey Way, obscured from his brother's vision by the edge of the basement wall. He listened to Gerard's soft voice drifting up from the basement as the two boys below talked and laughed quietly with one another. It was a bittersweet kind of sound for the youngest Way brother.
Mikey didn't resent the fact that Gerard's sudden return to verbalization had come about because of this stranger, this stranger who wasn't even human, but it did hurt to acknowledge everything he had lost in order for his older brother to meet the being that had brought back his voice. He wanted to be happy for his brother, happy that he had finally gotten past his trauma and found his voice again, but it was hard to hear his quiet giggles over the dying screams of his friends that still ricocheted around his skull.
He brings his hands up, tangling them in his greasy hair and tugging harshly at the roots. Just trying to do something, anything, to quiet the terrible noise. Pete has reluctantly gone home, desperately needing a change of clothes and more equipment to care for Frank. Gerard is too preoccupied with his budding connection to speak to, and even if he wasn't, Mikey would never dump all his emotions on him knowing the state of mind he was usually in. He was alone with his thoughts, no one to turn to, no one to quiet his mind, no one to stop him from ascending the stairs and seeking solace in his mother's medicine cabinet.
