My Blood Tells No Lies 7
Tittle: My Blood Tells No Lies
Rating: R-NC17
Fandom: Bandom
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
POV: Gerard/third
Disclaimer: In no way is does this pertain to anyone sharing the names of said characters. This is all make-believe; should someone believe otherwise they've obviously gone crazy.
Summary:In an alternate world where a form of vampire terrorizes the world, one has to figure out just what's really important to them. The people they love or their own survival.
Beta: omg_its_caitie & anniebean
AN: Here is part 7. I will post part 8 tomorrow. Comments are very welcomed.
Warnings: Adult language, Sexual themes, Violence, Gore, Torture, and Slash.
01-02-03-04-05-06
It was no secret that Gerard Way couldn’t stand Pete Wentz. For many different reasons, but the biggest problem Gerard had with the guy was that Pete was what many called a ‘Natural Vampire'. Gerard preferred one of Bob’s nicer terms; ‘Blood Sucker’ had such a nice ring to it.
Vampires have been around a lot longer than their cousins, the Maneaters; who were made by man and not nature. This was proven to Gerard and Mikey when they were very young and they encountered one who was close to a thousand years old. Something that still impressed them to this day and they would tell anyone, who hadn’t heard the story, with fascinated relish.
Like Maneaters, vampires cannot live in the sunlight and can only go out during the night. Maneaters can’t stand vampires and try to stay away from them; something that people take advantage off. But if there is enough fresh blood around a vamp, then a Maneater will risk an encounter for food.
The only problem with natural vampires was that they still needed blood to live. And while most humans are willing to give up a little at a time, it was just too close to what Maneaters did. And Gerard wouldn’t buy the whole, ‘But they don’t devour people, G!’ defense; it was the principle of the whole thing. If something wants to suck your blood, you stake it. End of story.
Or at least that was the story before Mikey met Pete and kind of fell in love with the retarded midget. Of course at the time neither of the Way brothers actually knew that Pete was a vampire, not until about a year after they first met and boy, was Gerard pissed off. Mikey had been as well, but after a lot of begging from Pete, he was able to forget the whole ‘I want to suck your blood’ thing, even if Gerard wasn‘t.
Two years after that, Ray joined their party; Bob, a few months later. Thankfully they shared the same sentiments as Gerard and tried to steer clear of Pete, but it was kind of hard as Mikey was his friend and the normal human beings who traveled with him were just so damn likeable.
It was about six years ago that one of the more likeable ones was snatched up during one of Pete’s hunts and Mikey offered their help. And it’s one of the only times that Gerard was thankful to be in the vampire’s presence. Because that’s how he met the most amazing person; a guy named Frank Iero.
“Earth to Gerard Way!” A hand waving in front of his face took Gerard away from his distant thoughts of the past and back to the present. Looking up, he found that the owner of said hand was Mikey. Joe was standing a little behind him with one of his goofy grins stretching his lips.
“Huh?” Gerard sounded a little confused; shouldn’t Mikey be off worshiping the ground that Pete fucking walked on?
Mikey gave a sigh of frustration and repeated whatever he’d been saying when Gerard wasn’t paying attention. “Joe wants to know if you want to borrow a change of clothes. Since you and Frank are about the only ones who can fit into any of their stuff.”
It took a moment for it to register. “Oh, um. Yeah. Thanks.”
Joe moved forward to hand over the bundle of clothes, “No problem; anything to get rid of some of the puke smell.” Gerard and Mikey rolled their eyes when he added a rushed, “No offense, man.”
“None taken.” Gerard said, getting up from where he was sitting and started taking off his boots to change. God, but Joe was right, Gerard reeked something fierce. Mikey and Joe left him to change in peace.
It was as he was putting on a clean pair of socks that Patrick came up with a pair of black boots. They were almost falling apart but they were better than his own wet ones.
“Thanks.” He said when he took the boots and loosened the laces to slip them on a little more easily. Patrick stayed and watched a moment before speaking up.
“Bob told me about the kids you found; how they attacked you in broad daylight.” Patrick said, and Gerard knew that he’d have come up earlier if it hadn’t been for Frank being ill. But now that Andy was helping him change, Patrick must have thought it a good enough time to get Gerard’s thoughts on the whole matter.
He cleared his throat, “Umm, yeah they did.” Gerard tried to stay focused on tying the laces of the boots but it was hard; he was really dreading where this conversation was heading.
If Patrick noticed his discomfort, he didn’t show it. “This doesn’t bode well, Gerard. They shouldn’t be anymore active during the day than Pete.”
Gerard gave a little laugh at the irony. “Maybe, but we didn’t have a fucking clue until it was almost too late.” He felt like he was about to go insane. “They almost got Mikey and Frank, Patrick. I almost fucking lost them.” God, now he was going to start crying. How embarrassing.
Patrick closed the distance between them and put a hand on one of Gerard’s hunched shoulders as he cried. He wished that it was Frank or Mikey who was giving him comfort; but after a thought, Gerard realized that if they were around then it would have only made the tears worse. Because the thought of their almost losing his brother and Frank was what was making the tears fall in the first place.
It took a few moments for Gerard to regain control of his emotions, and joke to Patrick. “I’m sure Wentz has some type of crazy scheme all figured out already.” Patrick gave a joyful laugh at the comment and nodded. It made Gerard feel a little bit more cheerful, but not much.
“Yeah, he does.” Patrick paused to laugh some more before going on, “He says that if you’re up to it, we’ll travel South West until we get to Bert’s to give them a heads up before going North, towards our home.” He explained, then stopped for a moment and gave Gerard a questioning look, “Unless you want to go to your home first.”
“There isn’t much left there to call home.” Gerard answered. Because it was true, anything that made it home for any of them was long dead. He then remembered Frank had been raised in the same area. “But, I think we should, if it doesn’t put a damper on Wentz’s plans.”
Patrick shook his head, “It doesn’t. And if he does end up complaining, I’ll just shut him up.” They both ended up laughing hard enough to gain the attention of a curious Andy and Frank.
“What’s so funny?” Andy asked and it only set them off more.
Patrick was able to get enough breath to say, “Me shutting up, Pete.”
Then it was the four of them laughing, and Gerard was happy to see the spark back in Frank’s eyes and he was sure his own was mirrored back. Because it was true what they said, laughter is the best medicine for a broken heart, or one close to breaking.
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Rating: R-NC17
Fandom: Bandom
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
POV: Gerard/third
Disclaimer: In no way is does this pertain to anyone sharing the names of said characters. This is all make-believe; should someone believe otherwise they've obviously gone crazy.
Summary:In an alternate world where a form of vampire terrorizes the world, one has to figure out just what's really important to them. The people they love or their own survival.
Beta: omg_its_caitie & anniebean
AN: Here is part 7. I will post part 8 tomorrow. Comments are very welcomed.
Warnings: Adult language, Sexual themes, Violence, Gore, Torture, and Slash.
01-02-03-04-05-06
It was no secret that Gerard Way couldn’t stand Pete Wentz. For many different reasons, but the biggest problem Gerard had with the guy was that Pete was what many called a ‘Natural Vampire'. Gerard preferred one of Bob’s nicer terms; ‘Blood Sucker’ had such a nice ring to it.
Vampires have been around a lot longer than their cousins, the Maneaters; who were made by man and not nature. This was proven to Gerard and Mikey when they were very young and they encountered one who was close to a thousand years old. Something that still impressed them to this day and they would tell anyone, who hadn’t heard the story, with fascinated relish.
Like Maneaters, vampires cannot live in the sunlight and can only go out during the night. Maneaters can’t stand vampires and try to stay away from them; something that people take advantage off. But if there is enough fresh blood around a vamp, then a Maneater will risk an encounter for food.
The only problem with natural vampires was that they still needed blood to live. And while most humans are willing to give up a little at a time, it was just too close to what Maneaters did. And Gerard wouldn’t buy the whole, ‘But they don’t devour people, G!’ defense; it was the principle of the whole thing. If something wants to suck your blood, you stake it. End of story.
Or at least that was the story before Mikey met Pete and kind of fell in love with the retarded midget. Of course at the time neither of the Way brothers actually knew that Pete was a vampire, not until about a year after they first met and boy, was Gerard pissed off. Mikey had been as well, but after a lot of begging from Pete, he was able to forget the whole ‘I want to suck your blood’ thing, even if Gerard wasn‘t.
Two years after that, Ray joined their party; Bob, a few months later. Thankfully they shared the same sentiments as Gerard and tried to steer clear of Pete, but it was kind of hard as Mikey was his friend and the normal human beings who traveled with him were just so damn likeable.
It was about six years ago that one of the more likeable ones was snatched up during one of Pete’s hunts and Mikey offered their help. And it’s one of the only times that Gerard was thankful to be in the vampire’s presence. Because that’s how he met the most amazing person; a guy named Frank Iero.
“Earth to Gerard Way!” A hand waving in front of his face took Gerard away from his distant thoughts of the past and back to the present. Looking up, he found that the owner of said hand was Mikey. Joe was standing a little behind him with one of his goofy grins stretching his lips.
“Huh?” Gerard sounded a little confused; shouldn’t Mikey be off worshiping the ground that Pete fucking walked on?
Mikey gave a sigh of frustration and repeated whatever he’d been saying when Gerard wasn’t paying attention. “Joe wants to know if you want to borrow a change of clothes. Since you and Frank are about the only ones who can fit into any of their stuff.”
It took a moment for it to register. “Oh, um. Yeah. Thanks.”
Joe moved forward to hand over the bundle of clothes, “No problem; anything to get rid of some of the puke smell.” Gerard and Mikey rolled their eyes when he added a rushed, “No offense, man.”
“None taken.” Gerard said, getting up from where he was sitting and started taking off his boots to change. God, but Joe was right, Gerard reeked something fierce. Mikey and Joe left him to change in peace.
It was as he was putting on a clean pair of socks that Patrick came up with a pair of black boots. They were almost falling apart but they were better than his own wet ones.
“Thanks.” He said when he took the boots and loosened the laces to slip them on a little more easily. Patrick stayed and watched a moment before speaking up.
“Bob told me about the kids you found; how they attacked you in broad daylight.” Patrick said, and Gerard knew that he’d have come up earlier if it hadn’t been for Frank being ill. But now that Andy was helping him change, Patrick must have thought it a good enough time to get Gerard’s thoughts on the whole matter.
He cleared his throat, “Umm, yeah they did.” Gerard tried to stay focused on tying the laces of the boots but it was hard; he was really dreading where this conversation was heading.
If Patrick noticed his discomfort, he didn’t show it. “This doesn’t bode well, Gerard. They shouldn’t be anymore active during the day than Pete.”
Gerard gave a little laugh at the irony. “Maybe, but we didn’t have a fucking clue until it was almost too late.” He felt like he was about to go insane. “They almost got Mikey and Frank, Patrick. I almost fucking lost them.” God, now he was going to start crying. How embarrassing.
Patrick closed the distance between them and put a hand on one of Gerard’s hunched shoulders as he cried. He wished that it was Frank or Mikey who was giving him comfort; but after a thought, Gerard realized that if they were around then it would have only made the tears worse. Because the thought of their almost losing his brother and Frank was what was making the tears fall in the first place.
It took a few moments for Gerard to regain control of his emotions, and joke to Patrick. “I’m sure Wentz has some type of crazy scheme all figured out already.” Patrick gave a joyful laugh at the comment and nodded. It made Gerard feel a little bit more cheerful, but not much.
“Yeah, he does.” Patrick paused to laugh some more before going on, “He says that if you’re up to it, we’ll travel South West until we get to Bert’s to give them a heads up before going North, towards our home.” He explained, then stopped for a moment and gave Gerard a questioning look, “Unless you want to go to your home first.”
“There isn’t much left there to call home.” Gerard answered. Because it was true, anything that made it home for any of them was long dead. He then remembered Frank had been raised in the same area. “But, I think we should, if it doesn’t put a damper on Wentz’s plans.”
Patrick shook his head, “It doesn’t. And if he does end up complaining, I’ll just shut him up.” They both ended up laughing hard enough to gain the attention of a curious Andy and Frank.
“What’s so funny?” Andy asked and it only set them off more.
Patrick was able to get enough breath to say, “Me shutting up, Pete.”
Then it was the four of them laughing, and Gerard was happy to see the spark back in Frank’s eyes and he was sure his own was mirrored back. Because it was true what they said, laughter is the best medicine for a broken heart, or one close to breaking.
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