I Am Not Afraid To Keep On Living. I Am Not Afraid To Walk This World Alone - One
Title: I Am Not Afraid To Walk This World Alone. I Am Not Afraid To Keep On Living.
Author: ira_luxuria
Pairing: Frank x Gerard; Implied Frank x Quinn
Word Count: 2,314
Rating: G.
Summary: Frank had always been one to never give a fuck until a chance meeting with the old friends that would change his life.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story, though based on stage personas/media personalities, are entirely fictional. Any offence caused by their use or portrayal is wholly unintentional.
Dedications: The girl faithfulriver26. The guy silencing_sam. The wife comeththegirl. Cheers loves.
Previous chapters under the cut.
Prologue
One
The chilled wind brought with it moisture from the pond in the park a few blocks over and dewy leaves and salty grit from all over the area blew around his legs and head as Frank walked along the back streets of Belleville, New Jersey on an otherwise dull Wednesday evening, he heard the usual whispers and taunts secretly and frightfully fired at his retreating back as he passed by the people of Belleville. His usual ragged clothes hung from his surprisingly muscled frame limply much like the willow tree in his back yard over looked the man-made fresh water pond he single handedly dug himself seven years ago as a way to vent his frustrations; his now considerably longer hair hung unwashed shielding his pretty face from view - he never saw the point of doing anything to make his appearance presentable as he never had anyone to impress; his short nails itched absently at the self-inflicted binding scars that criss-crossed his thin wrists through his dirty, ragged long sleeve shirt and his ratty shoes tapped loudly in the quiet night.
As usual he completely ignored his surroundings as he walked absently, his honed senses alerting him to the wildlife in the near distance - wildlife that if he could be bothered he would eat. It had been nearly two months since his last Change and his limbs and muscles ached, itched and throbbed as he held it back. He’d been teaching himself to Change only when it was completely necessary so that he could be like the older, more powerful Pack members where they were no longer bound by the moon and he had already taught himself to partially Change like the higher level Pack wolves could. It was only a matter of time before he succeeded completely. His keen hearing picked up a distinct and out of place sound in the distance and he answered the Call with one of his own, he was near his house and the Call seemed to come from the wood just beyond his back yard. The few lingering people around him stared at him strangely as he took off into a dead run towards his house, skirting the building and through his back yard, leaping over the broken bridge above the pond through the ward and into the trees just past it.
The chilled wind felt cosy biting against his cheeks as he ran and ran to the place he ran to when he Changed - if he changed - away from humans lest he bite or kill one. It seemed to him that the trees moved out of his way as he ran but he knew he was merely running around them, ducking and dodging almost flying through the darkness. Another howl sounded as he drew closer to its source, not stopping to answer it. He burst through the trees into a clearing before stopping, his breathing even and his blood on fire - he would have to feed soon. His skin was alive and crawling with exhilaration, he answered the Call with another of his own listening on the wind to hear another howl cut off by a loud bang, his double hearing distinguishing the sound barely - the yelp was more distinguished to him than anything else. His nose twitched as he followed the fresh scent of blood, the slightly metallic smell ten times stronger to his nose than it would be to a human and ten times more potent to any werewolf due to his duel heritage; scenting the air he turned northeast through the clearing. The trees thickened before they opened into yet another clearing where a pale body lay on its side, arms thrown out, and face obscured but jet-black hair.
Approaching the body with less caution than he should have, he kept his ears pricked for any noise - the branches around him snapping under weight, breathing that was not his own - the sort of thing that would scare other people, he welcomed it. He sniffed over the body, a familiar scent infiltrating his sense momentarily before the potency of the blood override it driving through the barrier he threw up. Moving an arm he saw a small bullet wound no bigger than 9mm surrounded by blood and redness, he watched as small tendrils of smoke billowed out from the wound. His mind rebelled against his body - his mind telling him “don’t, they shouldn’t be here” but his body pushed two fingers into the small hole that - if he knew the anatomy of humans - seemed to go through the left lung, he dug around for a few seconds before his fingers started to burn. ‘Silver’, he thought bitterly.
Pulling the silver bullet from the wolf’s body he tossed it away from him as his fingers started to smoke. Silver didn’t affect him as much as other wolves due to the vampire blood in him but it still hurt like a bitch. He stared in amazement as he watched the wound heal, the skin knit itself together and the sound made his skin crawl. Turning the body over he gasped when the hair fell away to reveal none other than Gerard Way. After all these years of not knowing where he or the rest of the Pack were and here Gerard was lying naked and injured in his wood, his hazel gaze travelled unbidden lower as he sat there waiting for Gerard to shift and for them. They’d be here soon enough. In his shock of finding Gerard here he was almost oblivious to everything around him, he doesn’t know how long he sat there and stared at Gerard’s currently lifeless body, he could not hear the faint thud of life he had become attuned to. A thin but muscled body launched itself at him, long limbs and lightweight torso barrelled into him.
Used to this now by far he went into defence, his feet coming up to kick at the stomach of this unknown body pushing it off of him and glancing toward Gerard’s shifted body not paying much attention as the other body flew past them to hit a tree. He flipped himself to his feet in a flawless move, his teeth and fangs bared, his hands slowly transforming into clawed hands, writhing against the air. His senses wide open he closed his eyes sensing movement and that same familiarity on again on the air. Sizing his opponent purely by smell, he waited using his body as a shield against Gerard’s body, small snarls leaving his mouth whenever anyone came too near he and Gerard. He didn’t have to wait long before his opponent attacked again with a burst of speed and a growl, claws clashed; jaws locked and blood flew as inhuman hands dug deep into flesh. Frank ignored everything around him as he sunk his unnaturally sharp teeth into the scruff of the body’s neck, blood all but seeping into his mouth causing him to lock his jaw and clamp his teeth down.
Every fibre of his being was focused solely on the body in his mouth, blood hitting his tongue, his body thrumming at the sweet taste. The vampires he had met were right, werewolf blood was sweeter than a humans. It was filled with energy, strength and sex. A nourishing combination if he had never tasted.
“Enough!” A strong southern voice shouted. Frank’s eyes widened and his head shot up at the voice he knew so well yet refused to acknowledge. He tightened his grip on the scrawny neck in his mouth before he spat it out like it tasted foul. The men he finally noticed bowed their heads in submission, baring their necks as they dropped to one knee, one single word falling from their lips in unison.
“Alpha.”
Frank defiant as ever stood up slowly wiping some of the blood from his mouth with his now normal hand, spitting the remainder at the Alpha’s feet he waited impatiently and pissed off as he licked the blood from his fingers not caring what the Pack thought about his eating habits. He watched as the Alpha approached him, he hadn’t changed much from the last time he had seen him except his hair was slightly greyer and he had more muscle.
“Son.” Frank scoffed and shook his head in disgust before he squatted beside Gerard’s lifeless body and placed a hand on him before summoning the magic that most if not all vampires had - the ability to cloak themselves in shadow. He and Gerard melted into the shadows and Frank heard the Pack ask where they went as he looked at his father and the recognition on his features. Anthony knew where they had gone or at least what had happened to them. Frank shifted Gerard over his shoulder in his few hundred pounds of wolf form and took off through the break in the Pack into the trees towards his back yard. He should have known that something wasn’t right when he had heard the Call after so long.
Low hanging branches hit his face scratching the top layers of his pale skin only to he healed almost instantly, his ability to heal both vampire and werewolf fast often came in handy he thought as he ran from the family that had abandoned him to live his difficult life. They were in his territory and when he tries to help they attack him. At that moment in time Frank hated the Pack more than ever; an animalistic howl sounded behind him followed by the heavy footfalls of the Pack members still in human form and the almost silent falls of the paws of the wolves. He picked up his pace listening to the racing thumps of his heart as he tried to keep calm; they’d find him before he reached his garden if he didn’t.
The trees opened into the stretch of green grass before the pond and the broken bridge, the only thoughts running through his head at the time was get over the bridge at any cost. He’d be safe then at least from the Pack. His feet subconsciously picked up the pace again, the wooden bridge creaking under his feet just as half the Pack burst through the trees around him, one leap sent him sailing over the bridge through the ward, his feet landing on the other side. As the Pack hit his ward he released the shadows and stood there with the still unconscious wolf over his shoulder and a smug smile on his face. The Pack members parted and his father walked through them.
“We will find a way to get our wolf back.”
“The only ways through this ward is either invitation from me or my death and we both know neither of those are going to happen,” Frank answered some of his words coming out strangely due to his lisp caused by his fangs. He then turned his back and strolled up his back patio stairs, into his house before heading down to the basement where the cage waited. The stairs creaked as he walked down them; the cage door was open as he gently placed the comatose wolf on the bunk before backing up and closing the gate. The wolf was okay but Frank wasn’t. His body still thrummed and he didn’t need to look in a mirror to know his eyes were blood red, he was entering bloodlust and he knew if he didn’t feed soon he’d rip a human or two to shreds.
His dug his cell phone out from under a pile of books on werewolves and vampires and speed dialled Quinn. Quinn was a tall, skinny man with mostly blonde hair and hazel to brown eyes, he was also a half-breed like Frank only minus the wolf. He was there for Frank when he needed him at times like this.
“Frank?” Quinn’s voice floated down the receiver.
“Quinn.” Frank’s voice was low with a slight growl as he gasped out Quinn’s name.
“Give me ten minutes.” The phone then cut off and Frank dialled the local pizza place ordering one with everything on it focusing on the meat food group. Lots of protein he thinks. The doorbell rang to let him know that someone was there, it had to be Quinn and he was right when familiar hands touched his face and a soft ‘fuck’ reached his ears. He blinked through the slightly red haze to focus on Quinn, putting as much apology into his eyes as possible before he bit into the right side of Quinn’s neck, his teeth sinking deep and the hiss emitted from Quinn’s mouth spurred him on.
Blood hit his tongue, which only served to cause him to close his eyes and sink his teeth further into the smooth flesh drinking - he’d never liked the term “sucking blood” - in Quinn’s life force, the soft groans of pleasure and quiet “don’t stop”’s made him want more. As the blood slid down his throat he felt two things while he straddled Quinn, one was something that happened each time he fed from Quinn - he was hard - and the other was a pair of eyes staring at them as Quinn violently shuddered beneath him with his release while he continued to take until he had his fill. Before he took too much, he removed his teeth and gave Quinn a bruising kiss smiling slightly when Quinn licked his own blood from Frank’s lips then he moved away to answer the doorbell. The pizza boy stood at his door whom he paid and took the pizza from and returning downstairs to feed Quinn. Once Quinn was sufficiently fed, Frank turned to look at the now human and bullet hole less Gerard.
“What were you doing?” Are the first words from Gerard, a confused look on his pretty features and Frank smiles baring a little fang.
Thanks for reading. Usual apply.
Author: ira_luxuria
Pairing: Frank x Gerard; Implied Frank x Quinn
Word Count: 2,314
Rating: G.
Summary: Frank had always been one to never give a fuck until a chance meeting with the old friends that would change his life.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story, though based on stage personas/media personalities, are entirely fictional. Any offence caused by their use or portrayal is wholly unintentional.
Dedications: The girl faithfulriver26. The guy silencing_sam. The wife comeththegirl. Cheers loves.
Previous chapters under the cut.
Prologue
One
The chilled wind brought with it moisture from the pond in the park a few blocks over and dewy leaves and salty grit from all over the area blew around his legs and head as Frank walked along the back streets of Belleville, New Jersey on an otherwise dull Wednesday evening, he heard the usual whispers and taunts secretly and frightfully fired at his retreating back as he passed by the people of Belleville. His usual ragged clothes hung from his surprisingly muscled frame limply much like the willow tree in his back yard over looked the man-made fresh water pond he single handedly dug himself seven years ago as a way to vent his frustrations; his now considerably longer hair hung unwashed shielding his pretty face from view - he never saw the point of doing anything to make his appearance presentable as he never had anyone to impress; his short nails itched absently at the self-inflicted binding scars that criss-crossed his thin wrists through his dirty, ragged long sleeve shirt and his ratty shoes tapped loudly in the quiet night.
As usual he completely ignored his surroundings as he walked absently, his honed senses alerting him to the wildlife in the near distance - wildlife that if he could be bothered he would eat. It had been nearly two months since his last Change and his limbs and muscles ached, itched and throbbed as he held it back. He’d been teaching himself to Change only when it was completely necessary so that he could be like the older, more powerful Pack members where they were no longer bound by the moon and he had already taught himself to partially Change like the higher level Pack wolves could. It was only a matter of time before he succeeded completely. His keen hearing picked up a distinct and out of place sound in the distance and he answered the Call with one of his own, he was near his house and the Call seemed to come from the wood just beyond his back yard. The few lingering people around him stared at him strangely as he took off into a dead run towards his house, skirting the building and through his back yard, leaping over the broken bridge above the pond through the ward and into the trees just past it.
The chilled wind felt cosy biting against his cheeks as he ran and ran to the place he ran to when he Changed - if he changed - away from humans lest he bite or kill one. It seemed to him that the trees moved out of his way as he ran but he knew he was merely running around them, ducking and dodging almost flying through the darkness. Another howl sounded as he drew closer to its source, not stopping to answer it. He burst through the trees into a clearing before stopping, his breathing even and his blood on fire - he would have to feed soon. His skin was alive and crawling with exhilaration, he answered the Call with another of his own listening on the wind to hear another howl cut off by a loud bang, his double hearing distinguishing the sound barely - the yelp was more distinguished to him than anything else. His nose twitched as he followed the fresh scent of blood, the slightly metallic smell ten times stronger to his nose than it would be to a human and ten times more potent to any werewolf due to his duel heritage; scenting the air he turned northeast through the clearing. The trees thickened before they opened into yet another clearing where a pale body lay on its side, arms thrown out, and face obscured but jet-black hair.
Approaching the body with less caution than he should have, he kept his ears pricked for any noise - the branches around him snapping under weight, breathing that was not his own - the sort of thing that would scare other people, he welcomed it. He sniffed over the body, a familiar scent infiltrating his sense momentarily before the potency of the blood override it driving through the barrier he threw up. Moving an arm he saw a small bullet wound no bigger than 9mm surrounded by blood and redness, he watched as small tendrils of smoke billowed out from the wound. His mind rebelled against his body - his mind telling him “don’t, they shouldn’t be here” but his body pushed two fingers into the small hole that - if he knew the anatomy of humans - seemed to go through the left lung, he dug around for a few seconds before his fingers started to burn. ‘Silver’, he thought bitterly.
Pulling the silver bullet from the wolf’s body he tossed it away from him as his fingers started to smoke. Silver didn’t affect him as much as other wolves due to the vampire blood in him but it still hurt like a bitch. He stared in amazement as he watched the wound heal, the skin knit itself together and the sound made his skin crawl. Turning the body over he gasped when the hair fell away to reveal none other than Gerard Way. After all these years of not knowing where he or the rest of the Pack were and here Gerard was lying naked and injured in his wood, his hazel gaze travelled unbidden lower as he sat there waiting for Gerard to shift and for them. They’d be here soon enough. In his shock of finding Gerard here he was almost oblivious to everything around him, he doesn’t know how long he sat there and stared at Gerard’s currently lifeless body, he could not hear the faint thud of life he had become attuned to. A thin but muscled body launched itself at him, long limbs and lightweight torso barrelled into him.
Used to this now by far he went into defence, his feet coming up to kick at the stomach of this unknown body pushing it off of him and glancing toward Gerard’s shifted body not paying much attention as the other body flew past them to hit a tree. He flipped himself to his feet in a flawless move, his teeth and fangs bared, his hands slowly transforming into clawed hands, writhing against the air. His senses wide open he closed his eyes sensing movement and that same familiarity on again on the air. Sizing his opponent purely by smell, he waited using his body as a shield against Gerard’s body, small snarls leaving his mouth whenever anyone came too near he and Gerard. He didn’t have to wait long before his opponent attacked again with a burst of speed and a growl, claws clashed; jaws locked and blood flew as inhuman hands dug deep into flesh. Frank ignored everything around him as he sunk his unnaturally sharp teeth into the scruff of the body’s neck, blood all but seeping into his mouth causing him to lock his jaw and clamp his teeth down.
Every fibre of his being was focused solely on the body in his mouth, blood hitting his tongue, his body thrumming at the sweet taste. The vampires he had met were right, werewolf blood was sweeter than a humans. It was filled with energy, strength and sex. A nourishing combination if he had never tasted.
“Enough!” A strong southern voice shouted. Frank’s eyes widened and his head shot up at the voice he knew so well yet refused to acknowledge. He tightened his grip on the scrawny neck in his mouth before he spat it out like it tasted foul. The men he finally noticed bowed their heads in submission, baring their necks as they dropped to one knee, one single word falling from their lips in unison.
“Alpha.”
Frank defiant as ever stood up slowly wiping some of the blood from his mouth with his now normal hand, spitting the remainder at the Alpha’s feet he waited impatiently and pissed off as he licked the blood from his fingers not caring what the Pack thought about his eating habits. He watched as the Alpha approached him, he hadn’t changed much from the last time he had seen him except his hair was slightly greyer and he had more muscle.
“Son.” Frank scoffed and shook his head in disgust before he squatted beside Gerard’s lifeless body and placed a hand on him before summoning the magic that most if not all vampires had - the ability to cloak themselves in shadow. He and Gerard melted into the shadows and Frank heard the Pack ask where they went as he looked at his father and the recognition on his features. Anthony knew where they had gone or at least what had happened to them. Frank shifted Gerard over his shoulder in his few hundred pounds of wolf form and took off through the break in the Pack into the trees towards his back yard. He should have known that something wasn’t right when he had heard the Call after so long.
Low hanging branches hit his face scratching the top layers of his pale skin only to he healed almost instantly, his ability to heal both vampire and werewolf fast often came in handy he thought as he ran from the family that had abandoned him to live his difficult life. They were in his territory and when he tries to help they attack him. At that moment in time Frank hated the Pack more than ever; an animalistic howl sounded behind him followed by the heavy footfalls of the Pack members still in human form and the almost silent falls of the paws of the wolves. He picked up his pace listening to the racing thumps of his heart as he tried to keep calm; they’d find him before he reached his garden if he didn’t.
The trees opened into the stretch of green grass before the pond and the broken bridge, the only thoughts running through his head at the time was get over the bridge at any cost. He’d be safe then at least from the Pack. His feet subconsciously picked up the pace again, the wooden bridge creaking under his feet just as half the Pack burst through the trees around him, one leap sent him sailing over the bridge through the ward, his feet landing on the other side. As the Pack hit his ward he released the shadows and stood there with the still unconscious wolf over his shoulder and a smug smile on his face. The Pack members parted and his father walked through them.
“We will find a way to get our wolf back.”
“The only ways through this ward is either invitation from me or my death and we both know neither of those are going to happen,” Frank answered some of his words coming out strangely due to his lisp caused by his fangs. He then turned his back and strolled up his back patio stairs, into his house before heading down to the basement where the cage waited. The stairs creaked as he walked down them; the cage door was open as he gently placed the comatose wolf on the bunk before backing up and closing the gate. The wolf was okay but Frank wasn’t. His body still thrummed and he didn’t need to look in a mirror to know his eyes were blood red, he was entering bloodlust and he knew if he didn’t feed soon he’d rip a human or two to shreds.
His dug his cell phone out from under a pile of books on werewolves and vampires and speed dialled Quinn. Quinn was a tall, skinny man with mostly blonde hair and hazel to brown eyes, he was also a half-breed like Frank only minus the wolf. He was there for Frank when he needed him at times like this.
“Frank?” Quinn’s voice floated down the receiver.
“Quinn.” Frank’s voice was low with a slight growl as he gasped out Quinn’s name.
“Give me ten minutes.” The phone then cut off and Frank dialled the local pizza place ordering one with everything on it focusing on the meat food group. Lots of protein he thinks. The doorbell rang to let him know that someone was there, it had to be Quinn and he was right when familiar hands touched his face and a soft ‘fuck’ reached his ears. He blinked through the slightly red haze to focus on Quinn, putting as much apology into his eyes as possible before he bit into the right side of Quinn’s neck, his teeth sinking deep and the hiss emitted from Quinn’s mouth spurred him on.
Blood hit his tongue, which only served to cause him to close his eyes and sink his teeth further into the smooth flesh drinking - he’d never liked the term “sucking blood” - in Quinn’s life force, the soft groans of pleasure and quiet “don’t stop”’s made him want more. As the blood slid down his throat he felt two things while he straddled Quinn, one was something that happened each time he fed from Quinn - he was hard - and the other was a pair of eyes staring at them as Quinn violently shuddered beneath him with his release while he continued to take until he had his fill. Before he took too much, he removed his teeth and gave Quinn a bruising kiss smiling slightly when Quinn licked his own blood from Frank’s lips then he moved away to answer the doorbell. The pizza boy stood at his door whom he paid and took the pizza from and returning downstairs to feed Quinn. Once Quinn was sufficiently fed, Frank turned to look at the now human and bullet hole less Gerard.
“What were you doing?” Are the first words from Gerard, a confused look on his pretty features and Frank smiles baring a little fang.
Thanks for reading. Usual apply.