Who Said Vampires Will Never Hurt You?

Chapter Two - I've Got A Funny Feeling About This

Who Said Vampires Will Never Hurt You?

Chapter Two - I've Got A Funny Feeling About This

Frank Iero's POV

I woke up with a pounding headache, vision blurry and body throbbing.

"Aw, shit." I mumbled, pulling myself into sitting position; realising I was in the bedroom of the hotel where we were staying at across the block from the concert hall we were going to play at in around three hours.

I stretched, looking at my tattoos while yawning and wondering out of the bedroom and right into the small living room, where the rest of the guys, minus Ray, were lazing about, drinking coffee and smoking.

"Where's Ray?" I asked, plopping down on the sofa next to Gerard and turning my attention to the TV where Adventure Time was playing.

"He's gone out jogging." Mikey replied.

"Mhhhmm." Bob grunted, burrowing his head in the newspaper he was reading.

"Hmm." Gerard also mumbled, drinking coffee with black shades on.

"Black shades inside?" I asked, reaching up and swiping them off his nose,

"Gerroff!" He cried, snatching them back.

But not before I saw what he was covering up.

"Your eyes!" I cried, collapsing off of the sofa and rolling around on the floor.

Gerard gave me a swift kick, going a scarlet red,

"Shut up, Frank!" He cried, shoving the shades back onto his face, covering his eyes.

Oh, they were hideous! He must have had a few to many beers last night. His eyes were bloodshot and red, like he's just been bawling his eyes out for a couple of days.

"They're horrible, right?" Mikey smirked. Bob grunted (his usual response).

"Mikey!" Gerard cried in frustration while I giggled.

"You're gonna scare a hella lot of fans." I chuckled,

"Oh, just drop it!" Gerard groaned.

"Fine. What songs are we playing?" I asked,

"Headfirst For Halos, Dead!, It's Not A Fashion Statement, It's A Deathwish, Vampires Will Never Hurt You-"

Sharp teeth, covered in blood...hissing...screaming...blood...

I shook a little, thoughts entering my head, the smell of blood quivering in my nostrils, the images of sharp, pointed fangs snapping at my face.

"You okay, Frank?"

I nodded, but in my head I was thinking,

I've got a funny feeling about this...

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"We're here, girls!" Our bus driver, Marcello, called back to us in the living room area, all playing on our three connected DS' on Mario Kart. I was winning as Yoshi (of course) Flame was third with Birdo and Elena was in close fourth with her precious King Boo. She loved that guy! Every time he does a stunt of something or she wins Elena does this weird little Boo dance and laugh. She's so mad. But that's why I love her.