I Am Not Afraid To Keep On Living. I Am Not Afraid To Walk This World Alone - Two
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. Banner credit: iwantbeapirate and x_sunset_x.
Dedications: The girl faithfulriver26. The guy silencing_sam. The wife comeththegirl. Cheers loves.
Previous chapters under the cut.
Prologue// One
Two
Gerard awoke to an achy but fully healed body, the scent of blood had awoken him from his healing sleep, the wolf in him reared to life but he suppressed it and Changed, turning over not bothered by his nakedness he watched with blurry eyes as Frank - it had to be Frank, he had the same combination of smells, wolf and something that a werewolf could never smell of: death, but he did - did something to someone, something that looked…fun. He watched as Frank stood then returned with a pizza box and watched as he fed the pizza to the other man.
“What were you doing?” His voice is scratchy as he speaks. The smile on Frank’s face is indecipherable to his confused brain. What was Frank doing?
“Feeding.” Frank’s flat answer confuses him even more.
“Feeding? From a human?”
Frank chuckled. “You’re lucky that Quinn is barely conscious. He’d kill you for that remark.” As he says it Gerard looks on as Frank brushes the hair from Quinn’s forehead with tenderness and briefly Gerard wishes someone would do the same for him. Frank turns away from Gerard and picks Quinn’s dead-weight body up from the floor and lays him flat on his bunk placing a tender kiss on his forehead.
“What is he? He reads like a human.” Gerard asks as he stands and walks to the bars facing him, leaning against them while he looked at Frank who was sitting on the edge of the bed removing his shoes. He stood picking the pizza up with him before walking over to Gerard and offering it to him with a small smile.
“Eat. You will need your strength.” He hands a piece to Gerard who cautiously takes it before eating it. “Quinn is not a ‘he’, nor is he an ‘it’. Quinn is no less human than we are; we have an… arrangement that has suited us perfectly fine for the past four years.” Frank is skilled at avoiding questions that are not for him to answer. “Ask me another.”
“What have you done to me?” Gerard asks, he can feel something in this cage that should not be affecting him but it is and he doesn’t like it all.
“I saved you! You were going to die! And I saved you even after what all of you did to me! What do I get for my services in my territory when you and the Pack should never have stepped foot in Belleville!” Frank spits, his eyes flashing. “Attacked! That is what I get. So naturally I brought you here for answers though I feel now to release you.” A quiet groan echoed through the basement and Frank turned away from Gerard and tended to Quinn.
“Shush.”
“How much did you take Frank?” Quinn’s voice is soft and vulnerable.
“I fear that I took too much.” Gerard can hear the two conversing and he is even more confused than before when two blood bags float down through the open door towards Frank’s outstretched hands. He takes them and hands them to Quinn who pops one open in his mouth. Gerard retches at the sucking sounds he hears, he doesn’t know why because he likes the thrill of the kill like any other wolf but this is disgusting. The wolf in him, however, reared to the forefront his skin itching with the need to Change but somehow the cage he was in stopped the shift in its tracks. Frank looked up and over towards Gerard, shaking his finger back and forth, Quinn stood up his blood bags empty on the bunk, he moved to the cage.
“Oh Frankie. You’ve got yourself a wolfie. Can I play with him?”
“Quinn. I’d like you to meet Gerard.” Frank smirked as he leaned back against the wall, one of his fangs nicking his lip, his pink tongue sneaking out to collect the drop of blood.
“The wolf likes you Frankie. But he will not admit it, no he won’t.” Quinn’s voice is playful as he turns his back on Gerard and walks back to Frank sitting back down beside him.
“Did you still want to know what Quinn is or has his ability to read you too closely turned you off the answer?” The smirk is still on his face as Frank speaks, one hand threading through Quinn’s blonde head as he kisses his neck. Frank watches Gerard through the bars, watches the conflicting emotions pass through his now amber eyes. “Quinn, I believe we’re making the wolf uncomfortable.”
Quinn sighs but moves away from Frank’s neck. “I’m no less human than you are. My mother was human, she was an empath and she got on the wrong side of a feud between two vampire Families. So you see I’m human but not, I have the same needs as vampires but I’m human.” Quinn giggled. “Barely.”
“That explains him but that doesn’t explain you. You were born into the Pack.”
“My story is for another day.” Frank stood and moved to the cage. “You need to Change only this cage forbids it. I had it specially made. It’s made of lead.” Frank spoke ignoring Quinn’s taunts of ‘wolfie, wolfie, wolfie” from behind him. Gerard bared his teeth in a snarl, his amber eyes flashing with anger. No dominant wolf ever liked to be confined in small spaces; lead was a substance - one of the only capable of containing magic of any sort - it can prevent vampire trickery, a werewolf’s shifts and many other abilities the inhuman are granted. Frank watched as Gerard began to pace, his footsteps light but his emotions heavy and flicking over Frank’s skin as flames lick the wood that sustains them.
“I think we should let the wolfie come out to play. Can we Frankie?” Quinn’s excitement is both breathed over his ear and pressed against his lower back.
“I’d appreciate it if you would curb your emotions whilst Quinn is in the room, I’m in no mood to deal with this shit.” Frank steps toward the cage door waving one hand over it aware of both Quinn and Gerard staring at him predatorily as he moves away. “Get out. Both of you. Beyond the ward you can do as you wish. Kill each other for all I care. But Gerard tell the Alpha to get out of Jersey taking you and the Pack with him.”
Cautiously Gerard stepped out of the cage, the release of magic over his skin felt like being sucked down a plughole, the suction made him feel like his first Change when he’d lost control and had just let himself be taken. As the feeling subsided his body shook gently as he stood before Frank and Quinn, Quinn’s blonde head bobbing slightly before he left them alone. Gerard’s nostrils flared as he inhaled sharply, his keen nose betraying him more so than before.
“Why?” His voice is quiet and he hates how his body continues to betray him, energy thrummed through him causing his fingers to tingle.
“Why what? Why am I letting go? Why did I help you? Do decide on a question before you ask it.” Frank turns and sets about cleaning his bunk, picking up the empty blood bags and throwing them in the bin licking his fingers to rid them of excess blood.
“All of the above,” Gerard states as he kneels on the floor, his palms flat beside him.
“I don’t know why I’m letting you go and I did what you and the Pack could not.” Frank felt his eyes change momentarily at Gerard’s scoff. “Do not try to tell me that the Pack tried to help me. Your precious father threw me off a cliff! I would appreciate it if you would get out of my house, I say again, beyond the ward you can do as you wish.”
“What if I don’t want to leave?” Gerard finds himself saying before he can control himself, he winces as he does so, his fingers still tingling as he struggles to his feet the press of Frank’s emotions warring with his own. He attempts to step forward but he finds it difficult to move. Frank turns and walks into the cage closing the door behind him and locking it from the inside - the only magic that is allowed - before sitting on the bunk facing the wall.
“I asked you to leave I suggest you do it.” Frank’s voice is flat and quiet but with an authoritative undertone. “You will be safer beyond the ward.”
Again Gerard is confused, he doesn’t understand this… this… ‘What the fuck is he?’ Gerard shivers as a cold breeze flits over his skin followed by another and another until he is shivering uncontrollably, his sense sharp looking for something to signal what it is.
“I asked you to leave and you refused. It is night, the time when the dead come out to play.” Frank’s voice - Gerard noticed - had dropped an octave or two. “I told you that you would be safer beyond the ward still you did not listen. You have less than a minute to join me in the cage or you will no longer be, wolf.” Needless to say Gerard pushed through the invisible force keeping him still and rushed to the cage, the door swinging open to let him through before swinging shut and locking.
“I would stay away from the bars if I were you.” The tone of voice that Frank used sent a shiver down Gerard’s spine.
“What the fuck is going on?” Gerard spat as he put a hand on Frank’s shoulder, if he had known he would not have touched him but it was too late as something jumped between them as hot as fire. Both of them gasped and arched their backs before Gerard let go and stepped backwards. “What are you?”
“My mother was a necromancer in life, a vampire in death - ironic is it not? You know my father as do the Pack. I am wolf, vampire and necromancer. I have both werewolf and vampire strength and speed, almost complete immunity to silver, complete immunity to sunlight but a susceptibility to both the werewolf and vampire bloodlust. As you witnessed. I am the strangest and the strongest half-breed in the country. I own Jersey but I live in Belleville in the house I learnt everything in. I have the ability to control the dead and if I tried hard enough the undead.” Frank sighed.
“That explains what species you are but not a whole lot else.”
“If you mean what I think you mean, I have the power to be an Alpha and a Prime of both werewolves and vampires. But I wish to be left alone.” Frank sighed again. “Unfortunately you did not take my advice and until sunrise I am stuck with you.” Frank scooted over on the bunk enough to allow Gerard to sit without either of them touching, he did not want a repeat of earlier his head could not handle it again so soon. He wasn’t sure if Gerard had felt it quite like he had and he didn’t have the courage to ask. “Are you going to tell me why you’re in Jersey after so long?”
Gerard who had been busy looking out of the bars at the seemingly empty basement but he had felt something out there with him, hadn’t heard Frank speak, he turned his head to Frank with a ‘huh? What?’ and turned back to the bars, his green eyes flicking back and forth as he tried to focus. Frank repeated his question and focused his hazel eyes with their green ring on the wall in front of him, his fingers trailing over the bedspread the calluses on his fingers rough against the cotton.
“The females are denning.” Frank could taste the partial truth on his tongue, his ears twitched as he stood approaching the far wall and walking through it he closed his eyes thankful that only he could go through the brick; it was in a way a two-way mirror. He could see Gerard but Gerard couldn’t see him. Why would Gerard lie to him? Had he not done that enough as a child? Why would he deny himself the simple pleasures in life? Frank shook his head and walked back through addressing Gerard.
“Get up. Follow me.” Frank unlocked the cage and stepped out and walked up the steps and rummaged through the ex-boyfriend pile in the hall closet for something for Gerard to wear. He found something and tossed them to Gerard with a “get dressed”.
“Don’t wanna see me naked huh?” Gerard smirked.
“I don’t mind but the public will.”
Thanks for reading. Comments and criticism are welcome and appreciated.
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. Banner credit: iwantbeapirate and x_sunset_x.
Dedications: The girl faithfulriver26. The guy silencing_sam. The wife comeththegirl. Cheers loves.
Previous chapters under the cut.
Prologue// One
Two
Gerard awoke to an achy but fully healed body, the scent of blood had awoken him from his healing sleep, the wolf in him reared to life but he suppressed it and Changed, turning over not bothered by his nakedness he watched with blurry eyes as Frank - it had to be Frank, he had the same combination of smells, wolf and something that a werewolf could never smell of: death, but he did - did something to someone, something that looked…fun. He watched as Frank stood then returned with a pizza box and watched as he fed the pizza to the other man.
“What were you doing?” His voice is scratchy as he speaks. The smile on Frank’s face is indecipherable to his confused brain. What was Frank doing?
“Feeding.” Frank’s flat answer confuses him even more.
“Feeding? From a human?”
Frank chuckled. “You’re lucky that Quinn is barely conscious. He’d kill you for that remark.” As he says it Gerard looks on as Frank brushes the hair from Quinn’s forehead with tenderness and briefly Gerard wishes someone would do the same for him. Frank turns away from Gerard and picks Quinn’s dead-weight body up from the floor and lays him flat on his bunk placing a tender kiss on his forehead.
“What is he? He reads like a human.” Gerard asks as he stands and walks to the bars facing him, leaning against them while he looked at Frank who was sitting on the edge of the bed removing his shoes. He stood picking the pizza up with him before walking over to Gerard and offering it to him with a small smile.
“Eat. You will need your strength.” He hands a piece to Gerard who cautiously takes it before eating it. “Quinn is not a ‘he’, nor is he an ‘it’. Quinn is no less human than we are; we have an… arrangement that has suited us perfectly fine for the past four years.” Frank is skilled at avoiding questions that are not for him to answer. “Ask me another.”
“What have you done to me?” Gerard asks, he can feel something in this cage that should not be affecting him but it is and he doesn’t like it all.
“I saved you! You were going to die! And I saved you even after what all of you did to me! What do I get for my services in my territory when you and the Pack should never have stepped foot in Belleville!” Frank spits, his eyes flashing. “Attacked! That is what I get. So naturally I brought you here for answers though I feel now to release you.” A quiet groan echoed through the basement and Frank turned away from Gerard and tended to Quinn.
“Shush.”
“How much did you take Frank?” Quinn’s voice is soft and vulnerable.
“I fear that I took too much.” Gerard can hear the two conversing and he is even more confused than before when two blood bags float down through the open door towards Frank’s outstretched hands. He takes them and hands them to Quinn who pops one open in his mouth. Gerard retches at the sucking sounds he hears, he doesn’t know why because he likes the thrill of the kill like any other wolf but this is disgusting. The wolf in him, however, reared to the forefront his skin itching with the need to Change but somehow the cage he was in stopped the shift in its tracks. Frank looked up and over towards Gerard, shaking his finger back and forth, Quinn stood up his blood bags empty on the bunk, he moved to the cage.
“Oh Frankie. You’ve got yourself a wolfie. Can I play with him?”
“Quinn. I’d like you to meet Gerard.” Frank smirked as he leaned back against the wall, one of his fangs nicking his lip, his pink tongue sneaking out to collect the drop of blood.
“The wolf likes you Frankie. But he will not admit it, no he won’t.” Quinn’s voice is playful as he turns his back on Gerard and walks back to Frank sitting back down beside him.
“Did you still want to know what Quinn is or has his ability to read you too closely turned you off the answer?” The smirk is still on his face as Frank speaks, one hand threading through Quinn’s blonde head as he kisses his neck. Frank watches Gerard through the bars, watches the conflicting emotions pass through his now amber eyes. “Quinn, I believe we’re making the wolf uncomfortable.”
Quinn sighs but moves away from Frank’s neck. “I’m no less human than you are. My mother was human, she was an empath and she got on the wrong side of a feud between two vampire Families. So you see I’m human but not, I have the same needs as vampires but I’m human.” Quinn giggled. “Barely.”
“That explains him but that doesn’t explain you. You were born into the Pack.”
“My story is for another day.” Frank stood and moved to the cage. “You need to Change only this cage forbids it. I had it specially made. It’s made of lead.” Frank spoke ignoring Quinn’s taunts of ‘wolfie, wolfie, wolfie” from behind him. Gerard bared his teeth in a snarl, his amber eyes flashing with anger. No dominant wolf ever liked to be confined in small spaces; lead was a substance - one of the only capable of containing magic of any sort - it can prevent vampire trickery, a werewolf’s shifts and many other abilities the inhuman are granted. Frank watched as Gerard began to pace, his footsteps light but his emotions heavy and flicking over Frank’s skin as flames lick the wood that sustains them.
“I think we should let the wolfie come out to play. Can we Frankie?” Quinn’s excitement is both breathed over his ear and pressed against his lower back.
“I’d appreciate it if you would curb your emotions whilst Quinn is in the room, I’m in no mood to deal with this shit.” Frank steps toward the cage door waving one hand over it aware of both Quinn and Gerard staring at him predatorily as he moves away. “Get out. Both of you. Beyond the ward you can do as you wish. Kill each other for all I care. But Gerard tell the Alpha to get out of Jersey taking you and the Pack with him.”
Cautiously Gerard stepped out of the cage, the release of magic over his skin felt like being sucked down a plughole, the suction made him feel like his first Change when he’d lost control and had just let himself be taken. As the feeling subsided his body shook gently as he stood before Frank and Quinn, Quinn’s blonde head bobbing slightly before he left them alone. Gerard’s nostrils flared as he inhaled sharply, his keen nose betraying him more so than before.
“Why?” His voice is quiet and he hates how his body continues to betray him, energy thrummed through him causing his fingers to tingle.
“Why what? Why am I letting go? Why did I help you? Do decide on a question before you ask it.” Frank turns and sets about cleaning his bunk, picking up the empty blood bags and throwing them in the bin licking his fingers to rid them of excess blood.
“All of the above,” Gerard states as he kneels on the floor, his palms flat beside him.
“I don’t know why I’m letting you go and I did what you and the Pack could not.” Frank felt his eyes change momentarily at Gerard’s scoff. “Do not try to tell me that the Pack tried to help me. Your precious father threw me off a cliff! I would appreciate it if you would get out of my house, I say again, beyond the ward you can do as you wish.”
“What if I don’t want to leave?” Gerard finds himself saying before he can control himself, he winces as he does so, his fingers still tingling as he struggles to his feet the press of Frank’s emotions warring with his own. He attempts to step forward but he finds it difficult to move. Frank turns and walks into the cage closing the door behind him and locking it from the inside - the only magic that is allowed - before sitting on the bunk facing the wall.
“I asked you to leave I suggest you do it.” Frank’s voice is flat and quiet but with an authoritative undertone. “You will be safer beyond the ward.”
Again Gerard is confused, he doesn’t understand this… this… ‘What the fuck is he?’ Gerard shivers as a cold breeze flits over his skin followed by another and another until he is shivering uncontrollably, his sense sharp looking for something to signal what it is.
“I asked you to leave and you refused. It is night, the time when the dead come out to play.” Frank’s voice - Gerard noticed - had dropped an octave or two. “I told you that you would be safer beyond the ward still you did not listen. You have less than a minute to join me in the cage or you will no longer be, wolf.” Needless to say Gerard pushed through the invisible force keeping him still and rushed to the cage, the door swinging open to let him through before swinging shut and locking.
“I would stay away from the bars if I were you.” The tone of voice that Frank used sent a shiver down Gerard’s spine.
“What the fuck is going on?” Gerard spat as he put a hand on Frank’s shoulder, if he had known he would not have touched him but it was too late as something jumped between them as hot as fire. Both of them gasped and arched their backs before Gerard let go and stepped backwards. “What are you?”
“My mother was a necromancer in life, a vampire in death - ironic is it not? You know my father as do the Pack. I am wolf, vampire and necromancer. I have both werewolf and vampire strength and speed, almost complete immunity to silver, complete immunity to sunlight but a susceptibility to both the werewolf and vampire bloodlust. As you witnessed. I am the strangest and the strongest half-breed in the country. I own Jersey but I live in Belleville in the house I learnt everything in. I have the ability to control the dead and if I tried hard enough the undead.” Frank sighed.
“That explains what species you are but not a whole lot else.”
“If you mean what I think you mean, I have the power to be an Alpha and a Prime of both werewolves and vampires. But I wish to be left alone.” Frank sighed again. “Unfortunately you did not take my advice and until sunrise I am stuck with you.” Frank scooted over on the bunk enough to allow Gerard to sit without either of them touching, he did not want a repeat of earlier his head could not handle it again so soon. He wasn’t sure if Gerard had felt it quite like he had and he didn’t have the courage to ask. “Are you going to tell me why you’re in Jersey after so long?”
Gerard who had been busy looking out of the bars at the seemingly empty basement but he had felt something out there with him, hadn’t heard Frank speak, he turned his head to Frank with a ‘huh? What?’ and turned back to the bars, his green eyes flicking back and forth as he tried to focus. Frank repeated his question and focused his hazel eyes with their green ring on the wall in front of him, his fingers trailing over the bedspread the calluses on his fingers rough against the cotton.
“The females are denning.” Frank could taste the partial truth on his tongue, his ears twitched as he stood approaching the far wall and walking through it he closed his eyes thankful that only he could go through the brick; it was in a way a two-way mirror. He could see Gerard but Gerard couldn’t see him. Why would Gerard lie to him? Had he not done that enough as a child? Why would he deny himself the simple pleasures in life? Frank shook his head and walked back through addressing Gerard.
“Get up. Follow me.” Frank unlocked the cage and stepped out and walked up the steps and rummaged through the ex-boyfriend pile in the hall closet for something for Gerard to wear. He found something and tossed them to Gerard with a “get dressed”.
“Don’t wanna see me naked huh?” Gerard smirked.
“I don’t mind but the public will.”
Thanks for reading. Comments and criticism are welcome and appreciated.