Frerard. Self-destructive love. One is a screw-up, and one is far beyond it. Can they survive?

Gerard graduates High School and moves out of his mother's house. He's applied to an Art College and got in. Just when everything seems to be looking up for him, everything seems to be slipping away from Frank. -{ cover made by: @VeryPunktual }- -*it's called fan FICTION. Therefore, anything can happen. Please don't question my work*-

Warning: title may not have a whole lot to do with the story but I know how I want to make it, just not name it. Gerard and Frank used to be best friends, so close that Frank would spend days with Gerard because of his home-life. Abusive parents weren't greatest but then something happened one day and the Iero's moved from New Jersey to Maine. Not seeing each other for years until Frank Iero is in the newspaper. Just saying; Gerard did not expect Frank to turn out like he did : SerialKiller!Frank

WARNING!!: VERY MORBID IN SOME PARTS SO IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH ABOUT BLOOD THEN DO NOT READ!! Vampire!Frank Gerard's world has been different since he saw that mysterious boy at the lunch table eating alone. Why out of every kid in this school, this illegally short kid makes the most of an impact? Gerard soon finds out that maybe it's because of this secret that this kid carries with him...one that Gerard wars suppose to find out?

"You see Frank, the void and me... ...we're old friends."

Completed. Word count: 52,513 Stock·holm Syn·drome - noun: a psychological response in which victims develop feelings of trust and compassion for their captor, almost as if they're not being held as a hostage. Li·ma Syn·drome - noun: a condition in which abductors develop a sense of sympathy for their hostages, sometimes resulting in romantic attraction.

Gerard was late, and it was fucking raining. He'd missed the bus and it was fucking raining, and he was totally going to get dropped from the play if he was late again and he was so fucking screwed, but honestly Gerard wasn't all that keen on it when he'd heard the only main part he'd managed to get in this damn theatre group was of a fucking crossdresser. For someone who was supposed to be in the closet, he was doing an awfully bad job of it. Frank Iero was Gerard's favourite punk ass skater dickhead, that he was currently working on eternally denying to himself the crush he had on Frank, which totally didn't exist of course, but Frank was really cute, and Gerard was really stupid; stupid enough to think that he could totally pull off pretending to be a girl in order for heterosexual Frank Iero to fall for him. Surely, this was truly the worst idea Gerard Way has ever had.

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)

"You can run away with me, anytime you want." I want to get away. Away from the abuse at home, at school hell, but we're not friends. I could never be friends with Gerard Way. He's just some guy that fate seems to drive me towards. His brother may be even more of asshole than him, making my school life living hell and I guess things at home are not too great either. And despite how much of an asshole Gerard Way is, he's the only one that seems to make anything better.

Every single one of Frank's exes only wanted him for his money. After his last breakup he swore off dating completely, deciding instead to have more promiscuous, non-commital relationships. The classy sex club Inferno was his favorite, especially after he meets G, a red-haired stripper with a fine ass and a tongue like silver. When their meet-ups become more and more about genuine companionship and less about sex, the tables turn on the both of them, changing their lives completely. *rated mature for strong language, abuse (verbal/physical), sexual content (innuendos, legit sex, kinks), drug/alcohol use/abuse, & other explicit content* **somewhat inspired by the song Poison by Groove Coverage**