The Sharpest Lives are the Deadliest to Lead (Part 2/7)
Title: The Sharpest Lives are the Deadliest to Lead (Part 2/7)
Pairing: Gerard/ OFC
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Murder, vampires, swearing, and a brief morphine injection.
Author: Me! (xmexandxyoux) and Rachel.
Summary: However, he had won in the end. Drained of blood and on the ground, Cassidy had lost more than the fight. She had lost her life.
Disclaimer: GERARD WAY IS NOT A VAMPIRE.
Chapter Two: There’re Things That I Have Done You Never Should Ever Know
Gerard awoke the next morning with searing pain coursing through his body. The pain was too great for him even to realize that he was screaming.
"Oh, hush now, pet." Helena whispered in a tone she’d intended to be soothing. "You’re just . . . hungry. Here, let me make it better. Give me your arm." He obeyed and she revealed a hypodermic needle and injected the painkiller into him. A tremor spread through his body and the pain was gone, morphine flowing through his veins. "Now, about your hunger. If you had been a good boy yesterday, you would’ve bitten Lindsey." She stated, as if reprimanding a young child. "But I guess that’s just what makes you so intriguing. I’m stuck here until sundown, but you can come and go as you please. Why don’t we pick a nice ex-girlfriend for your first feeding? Perhaps one that dumped you. I think you deserve it." Gerard grinned: he already had one in mind. Helena’s eyes lit up; she could sense whom he’d thought of.
"Yes!" She exclaimed, her stone face breaking into a grin that mirrored Gerard’s. "Cassidy. Good choice." The second Cassidy’s name passed her lips, the image of his ex flashed in his mind. Her baby-faced cheeks, her perfect curves, her slender legs, but most of all, her bare throat. He could practically smell her aroma, taste her blood. "Go." Helena commanded and that was all he needed. He was gone within seconds.
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Gerard stood over Cassidy’s bloody, motionless body. She had put up quite a fight. Gerard had forgotten the force of her fists. However, he had won in the end. Drained of blood and on the ground, Cassidy had lost more than the fight. She had lost her life.
"Oh well." Gerard said in a tone distant and apathetic, completely void of any emotion. He stepped carefully over her and started on his way back to Helena, feeling a high he hadn’t felt in years.
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"The most important thing is that we expand. We are a dying breed and our ancestors need us to spread their legacy. The choice is yours. The choice is yours. The choice is yours."
Gerard shook himself from his reverie, Helena’s words echoing heavily in his mind with dread. The way she’d said "choice" made it very clear that she’d intended "responsibility."
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"Oh, hey, man, what’s up?" Gerard didn’t wait for Ray to react, simply bit deep into his wrist, figuring vampirism was contagious and best spread through pulse points. Hey, it worked in movies.
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"Ah, my little prodigy has brought me a trophy." Helena grinned like Cruella Deville and untied Ray’s makeshift blindfold, conceived from part of Gerard’s shirt. His eyes remained closed until she snapped her fingers and they flickered open. Gerard wondered why it had worked when she had done it, but not when he had tried, but he didn’t to ask. She fingered the marks on Ray’s arm and nodded, impressed. "How did you know where to strike, my pet?" Gerard is shell-shocked by the attention and/or affection- scratch that, nothing surprised him anymore. However, he decided that it was probably better to stay on her good side.
"Pulse points." He managed.
"I’m impressed." She extolled. She waved her hand at him dismissively "Now go, I must work."
"What are you going to do to him?" Gerard broke in. Helena just smirked.
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Walking into the park, Gerard’s better judgement flitted on and off. He sat onto a park bench, forlorn. His senses were so heightened, gripping the bench was all he could do to keep from banging his head against the bricks. He was seeing, hearing and smelling everything at once. There was a salty smell; he could sense a rapid heartbeat behind him. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.
"Curiosity killed the cat, Mikey." Gerard spoke drily.
"But satisfaction brought it back." Mikey replied, voice controlled, but Gerard could feel him panicking.
"Don’t speak what you don’t know. The cat died. It wasn’t reincarnated."
"It had nine lives!"
"And curiosity killed it eight more times!"
"It’s a hypothetical cat!" Mikey snapped. "Point is, I saw you. And I want some fucking answers. Why were you at Ray’s? What did you do to him? Don’t give me that look. I saw you bringing his body somewhere. I don’t know where, but I will find out. And Cassidy. Yeah, I remember her. She’s dead. What are you now, a fucking serial killer? Who are you? What are you?"
"I’m your brother, Mikey. Who do you think I am? I’m warning you, I don’t want you to get hurt, so just stay away." Gerard warned, getting to his feet and walking away. He must know I’m not going to listen to him, Mikey thought, watching his brother-or maybe now a stranger? - leave.
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