The Sharpest Lives are the Deadliest to Lead [1/7]
Title: The Sharpest Lives are the Deadliest to Lead (Part 1/?)
Pairing: Gerard/ Lyn-Z, Gerard/ OFC
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Vampires and swearing.
Author: Me (xmexandxyoux) and Rachel
Disclaimer: GERARD WAY WAS NEVER TURNED INTO A VAMPIRE.
Summary: He could smell Lindsey. Apples and cinnamon. Mmm, good enough to eat. He shook his head. What was he thinking?
Chapter One: Welcome to the Black Parade
10:00 PM
"Wanna take this out of here?" Her voice was whispery, seductive. He couldn’t say no. Her eyes locked onto his; all he could do was nod. She grabbed his hand tightly and led him out to the alley. She pushed him against the wall, a little too roughly, perhaps, but he didn’t think much of it. She kissed him deeply, intensely, and Gerard thought of Lindsey and felt guilty, but then his brain seemed to turn into incoherent mush and he was only focused on her lips on his. And then he collapsed. "A kiss and I will surrender." The mysterious stranger whispered to the night air. She threw her head back and let out an evil cackle before she stepped over his body and disappeared.
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1:00 AM
"Oh, Gee." Lindsey tapped the thermometer to make sure it was correct. 133 fever. That couldn’t be accurate. "Open." She handed it back to Gerard and he begrudgingly stuck it under his tongue miserably. "Geez, babe, I go to the bathroom for five minutes and you’ve already dyed your hair silver and passed out." She smoothed his bangs from his forehead and tsk-tsked, letting out a gasp. She pressed the back of her hand to his forehead. "Do you have pneumonia or something? You’re burning up!" Gerard just looked up at her pitifully. The thermometer beeped insistently and Lindsey sighed, as it was the same. "Well, whatever it is, you sure got a bad case of it, or the thermometer is broken. Try and get some more sleep, okay?" Gerard nodded helplessly for not the first time and didn’t protest as Lindsey tucked the wool blanket over him.
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Gerard had no idea what was happening to him. The only thing he was sure of was that it was excruciatingly painful. One minute, he felt as if his body was being consumed by flames; the next, being submerged in the Arctic Ocean. And there was his hair. Lindsey said it was silver, but he didn’t remember dying it. He vaguely remembered a girl from the night before. Her long, wispy hair could have been mistaken for a very light blonde at first, but in retrospect, he could have sworn it was silver. He idly wondered how she could have managed to push him against the wall so forcefully. She was so thin, almost skin-and-bones-thin. He had no idea what was going on with him, but he knew it was related to her. He had to find her.
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4:00 AM
Gerard walked out of the fifth bar that morning when his nose picked up a peculiar and unfamiliar smell. It was sweet and at the same time tangy. He turned in the direction of the odor, and there she was.
"Well, well, well. That was quick, lover boy." She taunted. Striding in her heels with ease, she towered over him. "I see you’ve already begun your . . . transformation. Congratulations. You’re one of us."
"What the fuck is wrong with me? What did you do to me? Why is my hair white?"
"Oh, wouldn’t you like to know." Gerard could feel anger rise inside him- the strange thing was, he didn’t usually act on instinct- and shoved her. Even more strange was how light she was, stumbling back unexpectedly. Her dark, dull, bottomless eyes flashed like lightning and she pushed him down. He tumbled to the ground, shocked at her sudden adrenaline and strength. "If you want to keep your life, I suggest you keep your big mouth shut. It’s gotten you in enough trouble, already. Now get up." Gerard obeyed, scrambling to his feet. "Good." She sneered, smirking. She moved to walk away, but Gerard grabbed her arm.
"Wait!" He called.
"What?" She hissed, obviously annoyed.
"Could you please give me some answers?" She sighed and looked up at the sky.
"Fine. But not here." She scrawled out an address on his palm. "Meet me there at eight PM sharp, or you’re not getting your answers."
"I’ll be there." He countered, releasing his grip. She turned and began to stride away.
"Yeah, sure." She turned around and sneered. "Just don’t let Lindsey get in the way."
". . . Lindsey? How did you know about her?"
"Later!" She called, and disappeared once more. Gerard watched her leave, wondering who the fuck she was and how she knew about Lindsey and what else she could possibly know about him. She was right, however. If he went back home, he’d never be able to get back out. Lindsey had been hovering over him and would not leave until he’d fallen into a fitful sleep, if any. But he needed those answers like he needed air to breathe. However, his exhaustion overpowered his worry and he headed for home.
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4:30 AM
"Gerard fucking Way!" Lindsey shouted the moment Gerard stepped over the threshold. It was as if he had triggered an alarm. "Where have you been? I was so worried! You weren’t where I’d left you and you weren’t in the bathtub and I called Ray and I called Bob and I called Frank and I called Mikey and none of them knew where you were and I was so scared!" Lindsey ranted
"Dude. You don’t look too good." He heard Mikey say. He could smell Lindsey. Apples and cinnamon. Mmm, good enough to eat. He shook his head. What was he thinking? He could even smell Mikey even though he was in the next room.
"I need to rest." He mumbled, stumbling into his room and locking the door behind him.
"Fine!"" Lindsey hollered. "But when you wake up, we’re having a serious discussion. You hear me, mister! And would you please decide on one hair color! Every fifteen minutes it’s either black or silver. Make up your mind!" Gerard chuckled mirthlessly. At least one thing was still the same: Lindsey still nagged.
Gerard stretched out on his bed and shut his eyes. A few hours passed and he still hadn’t fallen asleep. Whenever he’d get close to unconsciousness, the thought, scent, or voice of Lindsey shuffling through the apartment or talking to Mikey snapped him back to attention. He found his mouth watering whenever the painful thought of her crossed his mind. It was hunger, mistaken for some intense lust he’d never felt before, something beyond his comprehension. But he wouldn’t let himself have her. Not until he knew what was going on. The next twelve hours dragged by and Gerard watched them with the anxiety of a pupil watching the last day of school clock tick. At last, seven-thirty. He’d better get going . He climbed out the window. He walked in the general direction of his destination. He knew the area pretty well, so it shouldn’t be too hard to find it, right?
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7:58 PM
"So, you made it after all. I must admit, I’m truly impressed." She called from the darkness of the abandoned storage building. Gerard stepped deeper into the shadows, his newfound eyesight adjusting with every step until he saw her fully. "How did you find Lindsey?" She asked, delighted. Gerard clenched his fists involuntarily. How could her name sound so wrong from other lips? "Was she . . . " She paused, licking her thin lips slowly, as if savoring the last bit of a rare dessert. "delicious?" It took all of Gerard’s willpower not to strike out at his antagonist.
"Who are you?" He said through gritted teeth
"Who am I?" She echoed, amused. "Who am I? Why, Gerard, I am Helena, Mistress of Darkness, leader of the Black Parade."
"But doesn’t Helena mean light?" Helena frowned.
"It’s not my fault. I didn’t choose my name. My mother gave me a name fit for an angel. I, however, am anything but." Gerard gulped. Helena instilled fear in him, but at the same time, there was a certain attraction pulling him closer.
"So what are you, some sort of vampire?"
"Actually, that’s exactly what I am, and so are you." She grinned maliciously.
"No," He surmised. "No, no, no!"
"Yes." She interjected in time with his protests. "Yes, yes, yes! You’re one of us now, dear, whether you like it or not." Her grin grew wider and more sinister, then quickly vanished as she looked at him for the first time that night. "Why is your hair black?" She spat.
"I don’t know. It was silver a while ago."
"You didn’t bite Lindsey?"
"...No. Why would I?"
"Fuck!" She muttered, pivoting away from him, only to pivot back, staring into his eyes. They still had a bit of the green-gold. Helena frowned deeply. "Interesting," He finally said. "I’ve never seen so much resistance in just one person before. Unfortunately, I don’t have the time or the patience for resistance." Without warning, she gently stroked the side of his face and planted soft, teasing kisses on his lips. She looked into his eyes seductively. There was a moment of hesitation, but the lust conquered all doubts. Helena watched his hair change and his eyes re-dull. "Excellent." He pulled her back into a kiss. She smirked. "Welcome to the Black Parade, babe." She whispered on his lips.
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven