Nuit De La Lune (frerard)
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  • Reads 1,202
  • Votes 112
  • Parts 6
  • Time 1h 27m
Ongoing, First published Feb 15, 2016
Mature
Fire.
That was all Frank could remember of his parents. 
The smell of smoke and the darkness that followed, that was all he could remember from the old house, and the firetruck's sirens, the last look at the burned shell of his home, and the silver ring found in the ashes he had worn since he was six.

He now lives in a children's home, well, his fifth children's home, because he kept getting into fights and having to be moved to protect the others.
And he still kept being rebellious, sneaking out at night because the new home is just the same as the others. Boring kids, annoying adults, just not Frank's style. But the town was different; darker, like something was lurking in the alleyways and shadows.
He wasn't that far off in his assumption.
He soon comes to discover the truth about how his parents died, and the real darkness in the alleyways of the town.

(Vampire!Gerard)
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Short Of a Breath

27 parts Complete Mature

"For god sakes help him! He's bleeding to death!..." My mother yells at the men surrounding me through tears as the paramedics grab my numb body, covered in blood, from my blood stained bedroom floor, to take me to God knows where. My name is Frank Iero, and I give up. First Mikey. Now Gee. I refuse to live in a world filled with your smudged finger prints, and boxes of memories, knowing you're no longer here. But that's not what this life planned for me, right Gerard? ...right?...