"Only douche bags wear sunglasses inside." "If I knew what one looked like, I might agree."

Gerard wasn't normal. Frank was. Or at least, he was normal until he found out.

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 is a talented magician, responsible for much of the success of the famous Envision Destiny cruise ship. He's also one of those people. You know, one of those people who just seem to take up all the space they come across with their arrogance and confidence. You wouldn't wanna touch their personality with a 10-foot pole, but still people admire them. That is beyond Frank. Working behind the cruise ship bars and seeing Gerard pretty much every day, he can't understand what's so great about him. Besides, everybody else doesn't have to deal with his snide remarks and rude comments. Because if there's one thing Gerard seems to love, it's the act of constantly pestering Frank. Story credits goes to innocent_wolves on livejournal.com

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❝You're beautiful, you know?❞ xoG Frank knew he had gained weight. He didn't need his students nor fellow colleagues to give him shit about it though. ❝I hope you know, because you are.❞ xoG It wasn't something he could 'fix' with by snapping his fingers. And maybe he didn't want to 'fix' it either. ❝Show me how beautiful you are.❞ xoG That's at least what 'xoG' makes him feel about himself every time he found the small yet cute and meaningful notes on his office desk. ❝People should learn to appreciate the beautiful things in their lives.❞ xoG But he still can't shake off that edgy feeling every time he reads the small notes. The edgy feeling that it's a student sending them. ❝I learned to appreciate beauty when I saw you.❞ xoG Even though Frank practically knows, he can't help the fluttering feeling to develop inside him. Cover credit to @tragician_child

~<Fully Edited<~ He just couldn't help himself. They had to go, and he had to be alone. They smothered him too much for his wicked little mind to handle... ~>•<~ After the bloody murder of those closest too him, Gerard Way found himself in solitary confinement at the only remaining asylum. As the maximum security patient, he was locked away from the world. Until a new arrival, struggling with the deepest, darkest depression, stumbled across the locked door to his separate ward. By the powers of his manipulation, will be able to befriend the new arrival and carry out his manic plan? Or will his own intentions destroy the dwindling sanity left in his mind.

"There's a reason we are white and pure, and they are black and dirty. There's a reason they stain our skin. That we are shamed if others see those stains. They're bad people, Frank. They're disgusting."

Frank Iero is a typical loner. The oddball of school who wears skeleton gloves everyday and tons of band shirts. He has two friends, Bob Bryar and Ray Toro. Him and his classmates don't get along. They happen to use Frank as their punching bag of glorified short person. But the town isn't all that everyone thinks it is, a small village like town. There's two paths that Frank can take to school, the pavement or the path hardly used through the woods. Which path would you take if you heard a crazy escaped convict was sighted in town near those woods. If you're Frank Iero, then you're most likely to take the wooded path anyway.

Being a misunderstood person such as Frank, he learned to adapted to the lonely life he had planned out for him self. His life was quiet until manages to stumble across a boy with coal black hair in the park who was rather involved with his artwork more than he was bothered about the company he had gained that day. The Mystery artistic boy shows frank a different twisted way of creating beautiful art but Perhaps art isn't the only thing twisted in Gerard's life.