The Sharpest Lives are the Deadliest to Lead (Part 5/7)
Title: The Sharpest Lives are the Deadliest to Lead (Part Five)
Pairing: Gerard/OFC, Frank/OFC
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Violence, vampires and swearing.
Author: Me! (xmexandxyoux) and Rachel
Disclaimer: Gerard Way is not a vampire.
Credit: Title belongs to MCR
Summary: "It’s my brother, Mikey, and . . . Lindsey." Saying her name was hard.
"You think they’re going to come and fight for you and your comrades?"
"Yeah, that’s exactly what I think." He answered sullenly.
I Know a Thing About Contrition Because I’ve Got Enough to Spare
Frank was losing control. Kneeling next to the body, he felt his stomach contort. He’d only meant to bite the man, not kill him. What was happening? Maybe if he tried again, he’d get it right and Helena would be pleased. Second time’s the charm . . .
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"No, you’re doing it wrong!" Ray barked.
"Well, I can’t exactly do it when you’re yelling at me!" The girl wriggled and squirmed under Bob, trying to scream out but unable to because Bob’s sweaty hand was over her mouth. Bob was, quite frankly, kind of a wimp.
"Let me do it." Ray commanded tersely. He ended her life within seconds, lapping greedily at the pool of blood that had gathered around her head. Bob shuddered. Ray was a little desperate and a lot ruthless. He’d not fed until then; hunger had led him to be heartless. Bob had his fill, not allowing himself to be completely full, guilt overcoming the bloodlust.
"Ray, man, what the fuck?" Ray stood up and wiped his mouth on his sleeve.
"Let’s go."
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Frank stood at the back of the club, taking in the scene. The pulsing lights of on the dance floor were irritating his eyes and the throbbing music was hurting his ears. His hyped-up senses were handy at times, but right now, they were just a pain. He spotted a pretty dark-haired girl in a short black dress sitting alone on a bar stool across the room. He approached her, took the seat beside her and ordered a drink.
"That’s an interesting tattoo you’ve got." Frank remarked. She looked down at her wrist, tracing her tattoo. "Snake bites?"
"Vampire." She corrected. He smiled to himself. So she believed in vampires? Interesting.
"Of course. Would you like to dance?"
"I don’t dance." She retorted.
"Fair enough. Can I buy you a drink, then?"
"Hmm, a free drink from a cute stranger? Not so sure that’s a good idea, but what the hell? That’d be cool." She grinned. This was going to be easier than he thought. Poor girl was barely twenty-one, she barely knew the first thing about dating, let alone how to hold her alcohol. It was evident by her choice of drink- something hard and full of vodka. This wouldn’t take long. Such a shame, though. She seemed nice.
Fifteen minutes later Frank had a drink in his hand and on hand running up and down her hip in the back of the club once again. Her fingers curled into his hair, her lips on his. She was soon slumped against him, unconscious.
"Less alcohol next time." Frank muttered even though she couldn’t hear him and he hurried out the back, the poor girl slung over his shoulder to be taken to his Mistress.
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Gerard woke up the following morning to find Helena’s head resting on his bare stomach and a group of people looking down at them. It was the oldest installment of the Black Parade, after of course, Helena, the oldest. Helena sensed them too, and her eyes flew open, flashing angrily. She was more than angry; she was livid. She gave a low hiss.
"Get. Out. NOW!" She shrieked. They stared at Gerard enviously and left the room. Helena got to her feet and slipped on her ebony-colored dress. Gerard followed her example and dressed as well. Gerard left her alone, giving her the time and space she needed to fume. Besides, he was hungry.
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"So what are you saying, we go at them with stakes?" Lindsey asked. Mikey shrugged.
"I dunno, yeah, I guess."
"Where exactly does one get a stake?" Lindsey frowned.
"I don’t know. You think we should just wing it?" Lindsey sighed and nodded uncertainly.
"Yes. For Gerard." She answered decisively.
"For Gerard." Mikey agreed solemnly. They were silent for a few moments, thinking about their present lives- at least until up to a few days ago- and how they may change- or end- too soon. "You know there’s a high chance we could die, right?"
"You know what my answer is."
"No, I don’t."
"Fuck yes, I do. But it doesn’t matter."
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"Helena? There’s something I need to tell you."
"This doesn’t sound too good. Let’s have it." He sighed, touching her head resting in his lap.
"It’s my brother, Mikey, and . . . Lindsey." Saying her name was hard.
"You think they’re going to come and fight for you and your comrades?"
"Yeah, that’s exactly what I think." He answered sullenly.
"Then we should prepare." Helena said, getting to her feet.
"You’re not upset that I wasn’t able to change Mikey?" He asked, astonished.
"Of course not. You’re new, weaker. It’s only natural for you not to be able to hurt those closest to you. In the beginning, I expected you to have flat-out killed them, because I’ve seen that so many times in the past. But no, you had resistance. In your case, you’re going to have to get over it quickly. If they come, they come tonight, and you need to be ready." Helena squeezed his hands tightly.
"And how do we do that?" She smiled slyly.
"Oh, I’m sure you’d like to know." Gerard could sense what she was going to do. Not kiss him: take his will.
"Will I get it back?" He asked, a slight nervousness in his tone.
"Of course you will. What’s a master without his will, after all?" He exhaled and let Helena take full control of his body, willingly surrendering himself to her power. No longer was he his own person. He enjoyed the kiss because she willed him to. He pulled away because she willed him to. He walked with her to meet up with the Black Parade because she willed him to. And he was ready to face his brother and girlfriend because she willed him to. He was hers.
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