Fic: Won't You Join Me For a Dance
Title: Won’t You Join Me For A Dance?
Rating: M
Warnings: Language, Implied Dub Con
Word Count: 1,780
Disclaimer: Not related to anyone mentioned in the fic.
Summary: Gerard didn’t mean to keep looking for Her, but he couldn’t help it, and now She’s looking for him.
Author's Note: A Prelude-Teaser Fic Thing to my Fic ‘Dance of the Nightmare’ which is going to be posted on Halloween. It was going to be posted last year, but it’s taken a year to Beta, so, it’s happening this year. The actual main story doesn’t focus on My Chemical Romance, but I wanted to explore the ‘verse a bit, so, this is what I’ve got? Thanks to my amazing Beta neon_footprint for beta-ing and putting up with my lame grammar skills :P
The first time Gerard saw Her, it was at some random bar/restaurant thing his parents had dragged him and Mikey to for a celebratory dinner. It was because he had graduated at last, apparently, but he reckoned it was because his mum just had nothing at home to cook for dinner. To be perfectly honest, he would have preferred staying at home and watching videos with Mikey, but his parents had insisted, and they did seem to be proud of him, so… they went.
It was while they were waiting for their orders that his eyes found Her. She was sitting at the bar, watching a man four seats down while he drank his beer. There had been something about Her... Like she was vibrating on a different frequency, or the light was hitting her differently, causing her to not quite fit into the air around her.
She was mesmerising. In the strangest way possible.
Her hair was a strange golden orange, her eyes too, but her skin was pale, paler than his. All she was doing was sitting there, staring at that guy. Not drinking, or eating, or talking to anyone. It was weird.
Still staring, he jerked as Mikey elbowed him. “Gerard, food’s here.”
“Right, right.” Distracted, he lifted his fork and poked absentmindedly at his vegetables, still watching her watch that guy.
“What are you staring at?” Mikey demanded, elbowing him again.
“That woman,” replied, glancing at him. “Over by the bar.”
Mikey turned. “There’s no woman at the bar. Just that dude with the beer.”
Blinking, Gerard peered over towards the bar again. He was right. The woman had disappeared. Only the guy remained, and he was draining the last of his beer and getting up.
“But… there was this woman, in this gold dress…” he protested, watching as the guy chucked down some notes and left. “She was…”
Mikey frowned and patted his shoulder. “Maybe she left for the bathroom or something. Don’t worry about it so much.”
Sighing, Gerard nodded and turned back to his steak. Probably. Women were always doing things in weird ways. She had probably just been waiting for someone before ducking to the bathroom after he had turned away. It was possible.
Except… when they got back home, later on, the only thing he could draw was a strange town, medieval in theme, with crazy spirits performing a parade show at the apex of two streets for a man huddling beside a post. And She was standing there, grinning a sharp smile down at him.
And later, when he was trying to sleep, he dreamt of Her eyes, golden and bright staring at him through the dark.
-)-(-
The second time he saw Her, he was in Japan huddling on the seat next to the guys as they took the train to Kyoto. Also, She was now a He. And He was younger, standing next to a girl wearing a pale grey suit. Blinking, Gerard stared at His totally kinked out leather outfit. Fucking Japanese could be kinky - they’d passed enough sex shops - but, still. It was eight in the fucking morning. Shouldn’t guys like that be asleep or something? The leather and chains and expanses of skin were a bit much first thing in the morning.
As Gerard watched, He pushed out a hand and stroked the girl’s head. The girl shivered violently, eyes clenching shut for a moment before opening. The guy grinned, and Gerard jerked back. His teeth were fucking black.
“What, Gerard?” Ray grumbled, glancing at him.
“That dude, by that girl in the suit, in the leather; his teeth are fucking black, man!” he whispered, resisting the urge to point and only nodding his head. “Its freaky, like his teeth are normally black.”
Ray looked up and peered down the carriage. “What are you talking about? There’s no dude in leather.”
“But-” He was looking at him, right at him. He hadn’t disappeared. “But he’s there, Ray, he’s standing there!”
Ray shook his head, hair bouncing. “Seriously Gee, no one’s there.” He frowned. “Are you - you’re okay, right? You haven’t hit the bottle hard or something?”
“Fuck, no - barely - that’s not the point!” But Ray was already frowning and lifting a hand to his forehead.
“You’re a bit hot and sweaty.”
“I’m always fucking hot and sweaty.” Batting Ray’s hand away, he glimpsed the girl moving towards the train doors as they approached the station. He followed her, swaggering behind her. Desperately, Gerard bent over Ray and tugged at Mikey’s shoulder. “Mikey, by the door, is there a guy in leather next to the girl in the suit.”
Mikey frowned and looked up. “Uh… no?” He glanced at Ray. “What’s going on?”
Gerard sat back, watching as the doors opened and the girl left, Him following her every footstep. “I… I don’t know.”
“Did you want to get back to the hotel?” Ray asked gently. “Maybe lie down for a bit?”
“I… No… no I’ll be okay. Promise,” he added when their looks turned sceptical. Shivering, he slouched back down against his seat, resisting the urge to lean against Ray. He wasn’t losing his mind, it - it had to be something else. It couldn’t be the same person. He was just… drunk, or high, or, or tired.
Hours later, once they were back at the hotel, he couldn’t resist the compulsion to grab his sketchbook and draw frantically. Half of it was a mess, but what he managed to get right was something out of a sci-fi horror film, with a bucket of porn thrown on top. Figures in leather and chains were wandering the street with cracked neon lights casting dirty shadows across their skin. Japanese characters that he didn’t even recognise were scrawled over the page, as signs, as fliers, as some type of fucking message.
The last thing he drew before he passed out followed him into his sleep. A stage was set up on the street, with that same girl in the suit, naked, blindfolded and strung up against a pole while He whispered in her ear, black teeth etched clearly against the white of her skin as he bit down. The strange flickering yellow-green light highlighted His movements as He played with her, the strange pulsing music floating past his ears, barely covering the agonised moans echoing around him.
-)-(-
The third time he saw Her, She was looking at him. Shaking, he stood frozen backstage as She watched him, head tilted to the side, almost inquisitive looking, except for the weird light in her eyes that was dark and scary and trying to pull him in. Gasping in a breath, he took a step backwards, trying to escape as his head filled with images. Crazy scenes of a city on fire with the sky filled with lightning; monsters running chaos through the streets, grabbing people and using them, hurting and mutilating them until they turned into something else, something worse. A strange pulsing rhythm echoed in his ears, pressing in on his head as the monsters continued, getting closer and closer to where he was crouched, broken and naked at Her feet as She looked down at him, red eyes glowing triumphantly as She reached out towards him.
“Gerard?”
Jerking, his knees gave way and he fell to the floor, landing hard on his hands. Shivering, he clenched his eyes shut, trying to block out the scenes running through his head, with the music still echoing through his ears. No, no he couldn’t do that, he couldn’t live through that!
“Gerard!” Someone slapped his face. Gasping, he jerked his head up and saw Frank crouching in front of him. “What’s the matter?”
“I-” Behind Frank’s head Gerard flinched as he saw that She had come closer, within touching distance of them. “I - I -”
“Yeah?” Frank prompted, oblivious to everything as She reached out a hand for him, a smirk settling on Her face.
Crying out, he launched himself back, trying to get away. Vaguely, he heard Frank swear, and felt hands grab his arms to stop him from falling on his ass. Gasping, he froze as Her hand stopped, inches away from his face. She scowled, Her face darkening and bent forwards to reach him again, but Her hand stopped once again, inches from his face.
“What the fuck, Gerard?!” Frank snapped.
“Be-behind you,” Gerard choked out. “She’s going to get me.”
Frank frowned and turned around. She flinched and jerked back just before his face touched Her hand. “What? There’s no one there.” Frank turned back to him. “Seriously, what the fuck Gerard, what did you take?”
He shook his head jerkily. “Nothing, I promise, I swear.”
Frank leant back, letting him go. “Are you sure? Cause it’s okay if you did man, everyone slips up-”
Gerard gasped as She bent forwards again, hand reaching for him. Grabbing on to Frank’s hand he watched as She backed off again, eyes dark. Reaching a hand around Frank’s neck, Gerard pulled him closer, ignoring his startled cry and watching Her. She was scowling, eyes dark as she glared at him. The music echoed louder in his ears, pressing harder against his brain. Tightening his hold on Frank, Gerard stared back, not willing to look away.
Suddenly, She snarled, baring her black teeth before stepping back and fading out of sight. Letting out a breath, he relaxed, forehead dropping to Frank’s shoulder.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Frank said, hands coming up to rest on his shoulders.
Gerard just shook his head. “I - later, Frank. Just, later. I’ll explain later.”
“Yeah, okay, sure.” Frank patted his back. “Do you, do you need anything?”
“I…” He swallowed as his voice cracked. “Just don’t leave me, okay?”
“Okay.”
-)-(-
That night he dreamt of pain. Of hunger and sex and torture. Of someone being grabbed and bent down to take Her wrath as she vented her frustrations about not getting her Chosen. Her monsters ran riot in some other person’s fetish-nightmare land, delighting in the joy of capturing someone. Her music ran through his ears, syrup like and dangerous, making his legs and arms twitch to join in.
But he didn’t. He’d managed to escape Her, and even as he woke up, shaking and whimpering loud enough to wake up Frank beside him, even as the face of the person She had caught flashed in front of his eyes repeatedly, he didn’t feel guilty about avoiding Her and condemning someone else. It made him feel sick, but what he saw made him feel worse.
-)-(-
Gerard stopped looking for Her - Him - It. Maybe, if he didn’t look, It wouldn’t find him again.
-)-(-
First Teaser for ‘Dance of the Nightmare’
Rating: M
Warnings: Language, Implied Dub Con
Word Count: 1,780
Disclaimer: Not related to anyone mentioned in the fic.
Summary: Gerard didn’t mean to keep looking for Her, but he couldn’t help it, and now She’s looking for him.
Author's Note: A Prelude-Teaser Fic Thing to my Fic ‘Dance of the Nightmare’ which is going to be posted on Halloween. It was going to be posted last year, but it’s taken a year to Beta, so, it’s happening this year. The actual main story doesn’t focus on My Chemical Romance, but I wanted to explore the ‘verse a bit, so, this is what I’ve got? Thanks to my amazing Beta neon_footprint for beta-ing and putting up with my lame grammar skills :P
The first time Gerard saw Her, it was at some random bar/restaurant thing his parents had dragged him and Mikey to for a celebratory dinner. It was because he had graduated at last, apparently, but he reckoned it was because his mum just had nothing at home to cook for dinner. To be perfectly honest, he would have preferred staying at home and watching videos with Mikey, but his parents had insisted, and they did seem to be proud of him, so… they went.
It was while they were waiting for their orders that his eyes found Her. She was sitting at the bar, watching a man four seats down while he drank his beer. There had been something about Her... Like she was vibrating on a different frequency, or the light was hitting her differently, causing her to not quite fit into the air around her.
She was mesmerising. In the strangest way possible.
Her hair was a strange golden orange, her eyes too, but her skin was pale, paler than his. All she was doing was sitting there, staring at that guy. Not drinking, or eating, or talking to anyone. It was weird.
Still staring, he jerked as Mikey elbowed him. “Gerard, food’s here.”
“Right, right.” Distracted, he lifted his fork and poked absentmindedly at his vegetables, still watching her watch that guy.
“What are you staring at?” Mikey demanded, elbowing him again.
“That woman,” replied, glancing at him. “Over by the bar.”
Mikey turned. “There’s no woman at the bar. Just that dude with the beer.”
Blinking, Gerard peered over towards the bar again. He was right. The woman had disappeared. Only the guy remained, and he was draining the last of his beer and getting up.
“But… there was this woman, in this gold dress…” he protested, watching as the guy chucked down some notes and left. “She was…”
Mikey frowned and patted his shoulder. “Maybe she left for the bathroom or something. Don’t worry about it so much.”
Sighing, Gerard nodded and turned back to his steak. Probably. Women were always doing things in weird ways. She had probably just been waiting for someone before ducking to the bathroom after he had turned away. It was possible.
Except… when they got back home, later on, the only thing he could draw was a strange town, medieval in theme, with crazy spirits performing a parade show at the apex of two streets for a man huddling beside a post. And She was standing there, grinning a sharp smile down at him.
And later, when he was trying to sleep, he dreamt of Her eyes, golden and bright staring at him through the dark.
-)-(-
The second time he saw Her, he was in Japan huddling on the seat next to the guys as they took the train to Kyoto. Also, She was now a He. And He was younger, standing next to a girl wearing a pale grey suit. Blinking, Gerard stared at His totally kinked out leather outfit. Fucking Japanese could be kinky - they’d passed enough sex shops - but, still. It was eight in the fucking morning. Shouldn’t guys like that be asleep or something? The leather and chains and expanses of skin were a bit much first thing in the morning.
As Gerard watched, He pushed out a hand and stroked the girl’s head. The girl shivered violently, eyes clenching shut for a moment before opening. The guy grinned, and Gerard jerked back. His teeth were fucking black.
“What, Gerard?” Ray grumbled, glancing at him.
“That dude, by that girl in the suit, in the leather; his teeth are fucking black, man!” he whispered, resisting the urge to point and only nodding his head. “Its freaky, like his teeth are normally black.”
Ray looked up and peered down the carriage. “What are you talking about? There’s no dude in leather.”
“But-” He was looking at him, right at him. He hadn’t disappeared. “But he’s there, Ray, he’s standing there!”
Ray shook his head, hair bouncing. “Seriously Gee, no one’s there.” He frowned. “Are you - you’re okay, right? You haven’t hit the bottle hard or something?”
“Fuck, no - barely - that’s not the point!” But Ray was already frowning and lifting a hand to his forehead.
“You’re a bit hot and sweaty.”
“I’m always fucking hot and sweaty.” Batting Ray’s hand away, he glimpsed the girl moving towards the train doors as they approached the station. He followed her, swaggering behind her. Desperately, Gerard bent over Ray and tugged at Mikey’s shoulder. “Mikey, by the door, is there a guy in leather next to the girl in the suit.”
Mikey frowned and looked up. “Uh… no?” He glanced at Ray. “What’s going on?”
Gerard sat back, watching as the doors opened and the girl left, Him following her every footstep. “I… I don’t know.”
“Did you want to get back to the hotel?” Ray asked gently. “Maybe lie down for a bit?”
“I… No… no I’ll be okay. Promise,” he added when their looks turned sceptical. Shivering, he slouched back down against his seat, resisting the urge to lean against Ray. He wasn’t losing his mind, it - it had to be something else. It couldn’t be the same person. He was just… drunk, or high, or, or tired.
Hours later, once they were back at the hotel, he couldn’t resist the compulsion to grab his sketchbook and draw frantically. Half of it was a mess, but what he managed to get right was something out of a sci-fi horror film, with a bucket of porn thrown on top. Figures in leather and chains were wandering the street with cracked neon lights casting dirty shadows across their skin. Japanese characters that he didn’t even recognise were scrawled over the page, as signs, as fliers, as some type of fucking message.
The last thing he drew before he passed out followed him into his sleep. A stage was set up on the street, with that same girl in the suit, naked, blindfolded and strung up against a pole while He whispered in her ear, black teeth etched clearly against the white of her skin as he bit down. The strange flickering yellow-green light highlighted His movements as He played with her, the strange pulsing music floating past his ears, barely covering the agonised moans echoing around him.
-)-(-
The third time he saw Her, She was looking at him. Shaking, he stood frozen backstage as She watched him, head tilted to the side, almost inquisitive looking, except for the weird light in her eyes that was dark and scary and trying to pull him in. Gasping in a breath, he took a step backwards, trying to escape as his head filled with images. Crazy scenes of a city on fire with the sky filled with lightning; monsters running chaos through the streets, grabbing people and using them, hurting and mutilating them until they turned into something else, something worse. A strange pulsing rhythm echoed in his ears, pressing in on his head as the monsters continued, getting closer and closer to where he was crouched, broken and naked at Her feet as She looked down at him, red eyes glowing triumphantly as She reached out towards him.
“Gerard?”
Jerking, his knees gave way and he fell to the floor, landing hard on his hands. Shivering, he clenched his eyes shut, trying to block out the scenes running through his head, with the music still echoing through his ears. No, no he couldn’t do that, he couldn’t live through that!
“Gerard!” Someone slapped his face. Gasping, he jerked his head up and saw Frank crouching in front of him. “What’s the matter?”
“I-” Behind Frank’s head Gerard flinched as he saw that She had come closer, within touching distance of them. “I - I -”
“Yeah?” Frank prompted, oblivious to everything as She reached out a hand for him, a smirk settling on Her face.
Crying out, he launched himself back, trying to get away. Vaguely, he heard Frank swear, and felt hands grab his arms to stop him from falling on his ass. Gasping, he froze as Her hand stopped, inches away from his face. She scowled, Her face darkening and bent forwards to reach him again, but Her hand stopped once again, inches from his face.
“What the fuck, Gerard?!” Frank snapped.
“Be-behind you,” Gerard choked out. “She’s going to get me.”
Frank frowned and turned around. She flinched and jerked back just before his face touched Her hand. “What? There’s no one there.” Frank turned back to him. “Seriously, what the fuck Gerard, what did you take?”
He shook his head jerkily. “Nothing, I promise, I swear.”
Frank leant back, letting him go. “Are you sure? Cause it’s okay if you did man, everyone slips up-”
Gerard gasped as She bent forwards again, hand reaching for him. Grabbing on to Frank’s hand he watched as She backed off again, eyes dark. Reaching a hand around Frank’s neck, Gerard pulled him closer, ignoring his startled cry and watching Her. She was scowling, eyes dark as she glared at him. The music echoed louder in his ears, pressing harder against his brain. Tightening his hold on Frank, Gerard stared back, not willing to look away.
Suddenly, She snarled, baring her black teeth before stepping back and fading out of sight. Letting out a breath, he relaxed, forehead dropping to Frank’s shoulder.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Frank said, hands coming up to rest on his shoulders.
Gerard just shook his head. “I - later, Frank. Just, later. I’ll explain later.”
“Yeah, okay, sure.” Frank patted his back. “Do you, do you need anything?”
“I…” He swallowed as his voice cracked. “Just don’t leave me, okay?”
“Okay.”
-)-(-
That night he dreamt of pain. Of hunger and sex and torture. Of someone being grabbed and bent down to take Her wrath as she vented her frustrations about not getting her Chosen. Her monsters ran riot in some other person’s fetish-nightmare land, delighting in the joy of capturing someone. Her music ran through his ears, syrup like and dangerous, making his legs and arms twitch to join in.
But he didn’t. He’d managed to escape Her, and even as he woke up, shaking and whimpering loud enough to wake up Frank beside him, even as the face of the person She had caught flashed in front of his eyes repeatedly, he didn’t feel guilty about avoiding Her and condemning someone else. It made him feel sick, but what he saw made him feel worse.
-)-(-
Gerard stopped looking for Her - Him - It. Maybe, if he didn’t look, It wouldn’t find him again.
-)-(-
First Teaser for ‘Dance of the Nightmare’