Frerard Stories

Thank You #3

Ryan loved to write about Gee as a vampire and maybe they wanted to write about the Stockholm Syndrome. They think it's very fascinating that some people don't want to people saved form someone who have kidnapped them.

And Ryan's from Sweden (where Stockholm is capital)

Ryan need to stop talking about themselves in third person.

Before you start reading, you should check out American Idiot by Green Day if you don't know what that album sound like. :)

Let's get this story started!

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"Am I a vampire now?" He asked.

We were walking down the street to get him something to eat.

"Do you feel like a vampire?" I answered with a question. He had borrowed some of my clothes, a black button down and black jeans.

"Yes. No. I don't know. I feel weird."

The street around us was empty. I could easily sneak us into an empty alley again and this time I could kill him. I usually get rid of every evidence but this time, something was different. I couldn't kill this boy. Frank.

Frank. Frankie. Frank Iero. There was a lot of things I could call him but I didn't know what he approved. Frank was the best.

I think I knew a Frank long time ago. He was about thirty when we got to know each other. We shared some good memories. I think we robbed a bank once or something. It was fun.

"It's probably just my venom running through your body. It should fade in a while."

I focused on my shoes, black combat boots that I had owned since 2003 when a "friend" brought them to me on tour. His band's tour I mean. I was with him on most of their gigs but I was never in the band. He had three other friends to play with and the only thing I was good at was singing, and he did that. Sometimes, maybe just one song, the bassist sung a verse but I was never onstage.

I hid in the crowd. I had always been good at fitting in. Nobody ever saw me. I was invisible. I still am if I want to.

"Oh. Okay."

We walked in silence. I didn't know what to do. The only thing I knew was how to get people to walk with or after me. The friend was the only one who knew me long enough to actually get to know me. The real me. Not the vampire, the personality that was behind. The one that no one ever met.

"Where are we going?" Frank suddenly asked.

I realized that we had passed the apartment and my body was going to the book store. I didn't knew why. Maybe because I had been there so many times before and it felt natural.

"The book store."

We kept on walking in silence. His hair blew around his head and created a halo of blackness. I smiled to him and got the response that I wanted, he smiled too.

He wore one of my black button ups and a pair of my black jeans. I only owed black clothes but he said that it didn't bother him.

I opened the door to the old book store and held it up for him.

"What a gentleman." He laughed. If he only knew.

I grew up in the 1800s and there I had to be a real gentleman. I showed my food much more appreciation than I do today. Back then I had to hold up doors for them or they would feel offended. Back then, I would find food in cafe's and out shopping, not bars and clubs. That was something I learned from that friend. 2003 had been good. We went to many bars and I actually kissed him once. But he was super drunk and doesn't remember anything of it.