What comes after death? Is it heaven and hell? Is it just darkness? Is it reincarnation? Well, Frank is about to find out, and it's nothing what everyone told him it would be. Another thing is that, Frank doesn't remember dying. ---- Tw: violence, mention of drugs

They were murdered, they were attacked and now they're dead. That's all Frank knows about his parents - gone before he'd even had chance to miss them, and it was fucking with his head. The police reckoned that moving away, to rural New Jersey with his grandparents would help him cope with the loss, but even Frank knew that they couldn't be more than wrong, because despite the dull sleepy atmosphere of the town, there was something unidentifiable yet impossibly unnerving about the place, and really, perhaps was safer in his parents home than he ever was here. And there's something physically wrong too - a figure that lurks in the smoke, fog, and shadows - a silhouette the deepest black he'd ever seen, the kind that brought an unsettling feeling to Frank's stomach, and really Frank's wasn't one to be overly twitchy about things like this, but from the moment he first met him, he could never shake the feeling that the figure was always following him. And perhaps, he was. (Vampire!Gerard)

Gerard draws dicks for a living. Frank takes them. Gerard Way moves into a new apartment in a dodgy complex where he's bound to get beaten to a pulp after his old place is set on fire by those damned 'youths', and by a certain turn of events, his neighbour, the equally provocative, yet entirely in a different way, Frank Iero, ends up in his bed, and then, everything just really goes to shit.

??WARNINGS?? *Swearing *Self-Harm/Depressing Content this is a story about two emo gay lovers

The unholy union of a high school AU and a ghost story. Gerard's life takes a strange turn when his family moves to a small town in Vermont and he discovers the locals aren't all what they seem to be. Also includes: unexpected nature walks, murder, pining, improper treatment of crime scenes, a number of bone-related puns, high school bullies, and a short-range shrub named Ferdinand. First: some extra warnings - This contains violence, homophobia, character death (but the character's still there--there's a fair amount of delving into the subject of death and dying, though, so be aware of that.) There's also some bizarre supernatural sex, but no necrophilia. Just putting that out there now, in case anyone was worried. NO NECROPHILIA. It also could be argued that there's a pretty big age disparity. (DISCLAIMER) This is not my story I just liked it so I posted it here. Credit goes to novembersmith on Archive Of Our Own.

Follow SOB and my other stories on Twitter: @ShadowsofBlood Shadows of Blood merchandise is now available on Redbubble! Feel free to check it out and support the story and characters. Any purchases would be greatly appreciated! https://www.redbubble.com/people/dawnmist/collections/873011-shadows-of-blood?asc=u All information about my characters can be found on my wiki! (MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS) www.dawnmistfanfiction.wikia.com "A darkness is growing. A poison that will spread and destroy your clan from within. Only the spilling of blood will save ShadowClan. Revenge will guide you." Bloodkit is born into a web of lies and secrets. He struggles to understand why his clanmates always act so strange around him, and longs to become the best warrior he can be while earning the acceptance of his clan. But there is a darkness spreading within ShadowClan, and Bloodkit must either use it to take out his revenge on the cats who have wronged him, or fight to save them and prove himself to his clan. This is a Warriors OC fanfiction, based off the series by Erin Hunter.

Follow BTR and my other stories on Twitter: @ShadowsofBlood All information about my characters can be found on my wiki! (MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS) www.dawnmistfanfiction.wikia.com Iceslide is a warrior unlike any other. While his clanmates hunt and patrol for the clan, he leaves Riverclan territory to meet rogues, kittypets, and even cats from other clans. Iceslide becomes a celebrity among the friends he makes and basks in popularity and belonging. But one day his adventures lead him to make a huge mistake, one that puts all five clans in danger. This story takes place before Shadows of Blood, and can be considered a prequel. This is a Warriors OC fanfiction, based off the series by Erin Hunter.

Frank Iero wasn't a normal teenager. Gerard Way wasn't either. Frank was emotionally unstable, Frank was suicidal, Frank was paranoid, Frank was just having trouble with his own life. At first, Frank thought he had some sort of schizophrenia, since he would talk to himself from time to time but it turns out he wasn't right. He just made up scenarios that weren't real what so ever. When Frank was 17, he was one of the victims in the car accident where his parents got killed. His father was the cause of it due to being drunk. One year later, after all the hell he'd been going through, he decided that living with his Aunt was a better idea than staying in New York. Frank didn't know that Gerard and himself were going to be in the same school again after all these years. *** People thought that Gerard Way was sort of 'crazy' in the mind. Well, Gerard thought he was perfectly fine. Of course he was going to think that. He wasn't an 'insane' crazy, no, he just had a disorder that made him somewhat different from the crowd, right along with Frank. Gerard had a Borderline Personality Disorder which caused him to have sudden mood changes every second at random times of the day. Gerard was a compulsive liar too. He lied to his parents, to his brother, to his friends, and most importantly, to Frank. He bullied Frank only to cover up all the lies he felt towards him over all the years they knew each other. It was either hurting Frank or hurting himself; hurting the people he loved or doing illegal drugs. But Frank didn't do anything about it, he just let it happen. He couldn't control Gerard, but he sure as hell could control himself to prevent Gerard from doing that. But one thing was constantly on Franks' mind that made him scared of Gerard in the first place: Did Gerard really love Frank like he said he has or did he just use him for something else? Frank didn't even know. He didn't even trust Gerard anymore, let alone himself.

Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)

It's the lake in November, and the move closer to the ocean, and Gerard's fixation, and Gerard's compulsions like tidal waves dragging him down, and Mikey's more distant than ever: like they're drifting out into the middle of the ocean, whereas Gerard's just stuck there: water turning to quicksand around him, drowning. And it's the letter; Frank finds it on the floor of the boys' bathroom on the first floor. It's dropped in accident, perhaps from a pocket or something, and it's drenched in what Frank hopes is tap water, and the words: scrawled in blue ink are difficult to make out as the words join together in a fuzzy inky mess. The only paragraph legible is the final one, and even still, it barely is: 'I've been underwater for a long time now, but I'm not drowning, I'm beginning to think I can breathe like this, but I can't, I'm gasping for breath, and I have to do this, Mikey, I have to end this myself. I'm going to the lake on the 1st of November, don't wait for me... I'm not coming back.' And the name signed at the bottom is little more than a smudged mess of blue ink, and there's nothing Frank can do about it, but he knows for certain that the one thing he can't do is ignore this letter, and he reminds himself of that as he folds it into his pocket. It's a suicide note, Frank's stupid, but not stupid enough to brush over that fact, and whoever this person is, Frank knows that they most certainly don't deserve to die. And Frank isn't going to let them. Because he's going to find this person; he's got time now at least, and he can save them, he will save them - Frank promises himself that. But one person in a whole school, it's like a needle in a haystack, but he's got time, it's November 1st in thirty days, and he can only hope that it will be enough. He's got one month: the date is October 1st.