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      My_Chemical_Romance, Panic!_at_the_Disco, Fall_Out_Boy, The_Used
  Relationship:
      Frank_Iero/Gerard_Way, Mikey_Way/Pete_Wentz, implied, Quinn_Allman/Jepha
      Howard, Frank_Iero/Mikey_Way, Quinn_Allman/Frank_Iero
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      Gerard_Way, Mikey_Way, Frank_Iero, Ray_Toro, Bob_Bryar, Brendon_Urie,
      Ryan_Ross, Quinn_Allman, Jepha_Howard, Pete_Wentz, Patrick_Stump
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      Abuse, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Alternate_Universe, Alternate
      Universe_-_Vampire, Dubious_Consent, trickery, vampire!Gerard,
      vampire!Mikey, innocent!frank_-_Freeform, Falling_In_Love, Grinding,
      Manipulation, supportive!mikey, Human/Vampire_Relationship, Master/Slave,
      Misunderstandings, lying, Betrayal, Break_Up, Sexual_Slavery, Violent
      Sex, Non-Consensual_Blow_Jobs, Blood_and_Torture, Mistakes, Minor
      Character_Death
  Series:
      Part 7 of Other_Killjoys_Ideas
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-18 Completed: 2018-03-13 Chapters: 16/16 Words: 49602
****** Something Worth Losing ******
by momiji_neyuki, ObliviousIero
Summary
     Re-write of the work Protector.
     Frank, a boy suffering from the abuse of his step dad, has moved to a
     new town with low hopes. He's transferred to a new school that allows
     vampire students and he's not sure if he'll be able to make it there.
     And he's right, capturing the attention of a powerful vampire prince
     is one thing.
     Capturing his heart is another. Can Frank survive long enough to melt
     Gerard's heart?
***** No Son of Mine *****
"Move it you worthless piece of shit!"
Derek pushed his only child into their new home. It was late, but he planned it
that way. He didn't need any nosy neighbors trying to help them. In fact he
didn't want to know the neighbors at all, but he would probably have to play
nice at some point. Frank fell and Derek growled and kicked him in the ass
making him face plant. Derek carried the only thing he planned to into the
kitchen. He put the two six packs away grabbing a bottle. He popped the top
with the bottle opener on his keys. He heard Frank groan in the living room
still on the floor.
"Get your ass moving and empty the car. I'm going to bed and if I hear any
fucking noise you're gonna wish you were dead."
Frank whimpered a little at Derek's demand, slowly picking himself off the
floor. He managed to get up to his hands and knees, trying to block out the
newfound pain. He already had bruises and even a few cuts everywhere. Given
that he received the beating of a lifetime when his old school called to ask
about his weight and some questionable marks. He waited till he heard Derek
head off to bed before slowly getting to his feet. Clenching his fist and
mentally cursing the other, he went to do as he was told. Frank was a little
afraid of the dark, but he didn't really have a choice in the matter of walking
out alone to get their- his parents, things.
"This is gonna be a long night..."
He mumbled to himself, knowing that he was going to be expected to unpack the
boxes as well.
*
*
*
"Wake up you lazy fuck, I want breakfast."
Cold water hit Frank in the face as Derek threw a bucket of it at him. Frank
gasped as he was doused in cold water, shivering as he looked up at his step
father. He couldn't even remember when had fallen asleep. Looking around he
realized he must have passed out on the floor downstairs. Clenching his jaw
before he said something stupid, he got up, planning on going to his 'room' to
change before getting breakfast done.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"
Derek grabbed Frank by the hair and pulled him back. He then smacked him in the
face hard enough to make his lip bleed.
"I said I want breakfast!"
Frank yelped and tried to flinch away only to be stopped by the grip on his
hair.
"I-I..."
He stuttered out,
"I'm wet…"
"Yeah, I don't fucking care."
He dragged Frank to the kitchen and threw him at the swinging door.
"Steak, eggs, potatoes, bacon, pancakes now!"
Frank stumbled onto the tile, barely catching himself from falling over again.
Sighing, he just went to the fridge, hoping they had the ingredients for
everything Derek wanted. He hated cooking for his step father, he always wanted
some kind of meat, that was gross and bloody and made Frank gag just looking at
it. He managed to pull through today, but Derek never said how he wanted his
eggs. He tried for scramble, but it didn't come out too pretty. So he mixed
them with the potatoes with some more cheese and salt, begging for it to be
good enough.
"FRANK! WHAT THE FUCK IS TAKING SO LONG?!"
Derek pounded on the dining room table with his fist.
"It's a-almost done."
Frank said, quickly trying to plate up everything.
"Just...just trying to make it good..."
He tried, just wanting to get through the day.
"LET'S GO!"
Frank jumped and thankfully got everything together, walking out with the
plate, fully of hot food. He hated the way it smelled, the bacon and steak
almost overwhelming him. Sighing through his nose and just trying not to look
Derek in the eye, he delivered it to his spot at the table.
"What...what would you like to drink?"
He asked, keeping his head bowed.
"Get me a beer."
Derek just started to shovel the food in his mouth.
"Yessir."
Frank mumbled and scurried off to get him a bottle, opening it up for Derek and
setting it down carefully. He wait a few moments, watching the other eat with
envy before speaking up.
"Can I...can I get ready for school?"
Derek picked up the bottle and gave a noncommittal wave. Frank took that as a
yes and hurried off, wanting to get out of his wet clothes and out of the
house. He was quick in his movements, not even bothering to dry his hair. He
hoped a new school meant he could finally blend in. It was bad enough being
abused at home, but he was bullied before as well. He just wanted to be
invisible. When Frank was done dressing Derek was already in the living room on
the sofa with his feet on the coffee table and then TV on. He had a second
beer.
"Oi."
He grabbed Frank as he tried to pass and pulled him down breathing stale
alcohol in his face.
"Don't start no fucking trouble in this school. I don' wanna have ta move
again."
He threw Frank back away from him after he burped in his face. Frank scrunched
his nose and flailed a little as he was tossed away. He wanted to argue, to
scream back that it wasn't his fault but he knew better. He already lost all
the fight he had left in him. So instead, he just grabbed other hoodie to throw
on, wanting more layers to hide under and locate his backpack.
"Oh and Frank?"
Frank paused, and looked to him, scared of what was going to come next. Derek
turned to him with a wicked leer.
“This one's a mixed school."
Frank paled, and swallowed thickly. Mixed school... he wasn't going to a human
school. He's going to one with vampires. He almost wanted to puke at the
thought.
"Have a nice day Frankie."
Derek inwardly chuckled as the boy left the house. A mixed school meant he was
going to get picked on worse and it would hide what he did to him. He didn't
have to be afraid of the school finding out cause it was vampire run. Derek got
up and grabbed a third beer congratulating himself as he flopped back on the
sofa where he planned on staying all day.
***** Warning: Vampires Will Hurt You *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Frank walked to school at a moderate pace. They were close enough to where he
couldn't catch a bus, but still far away that it was quite a trek. Stomach
churning from lack of food and the impending doom Frank was feeling from the
knowledge that his school had....vampires. The walk was uneventful thankfully,
but he couldn't quite navigate the halls well, and there was a lot of people
already there. Head down most of the time, he managed to locate the office but
it took ages for him to work up the nerve to even make a noise to get the
attention of the lady behind the desk, who was typing away at her computer,
completely oblivious to his presence.
"Can I help you?" She asked, once he got her attention.
"I..uhm. I'm... Frank-"
"Speak up kid, I can't hear you." She snapped, and Frank jumped at her voice.
"Sorry," He mumbled, "Um I'm Frank."
"Okay Frank, how can I help you?" She asked.
"Oh uh, no I'm... I'm new..." He tried to explain, "Uhm, my last name is Iero."
"Frank Iero huh..." She said, butchering his last name. "Can you spell that?"
The whole exchange was like pulling teeth for Frank, attempting to speak loud
and clear enough for the woman to understand him and his requests. He finally
got his student ID and schedule, being told to leave immediately with no clue
on where he was going cause first bell was going to go off in five minutes. Of
course he was late to class because he was lost for most of the time. He made
it to first period when it was about fifteen minutes in. Stumbling into the
room, he turned red as all eyes were on him. He couldn't bring himself to look
at the class, just scurrying over to the teacher to hand him his schedule and a
quick 'I'm new'. Thankfully this teacher seemed too annoyed to bother
introducing him, warning Frank that he better not barge in late like that
again. With a dismissive wave, the teacher told him to just take an empty seat
anywhere. Apologizing, Frank nodded and finally looked at the class room. His
eyes darted around for an open spot and he took the first seat he could see,
trying to ignore the eyes on him. The teacher began before Frank was in his
seat. He just swallowed thickly, feeling sick and put his head down. Hoping the
day went by fast.
*
*
*
"Alright class settle down. We have a new student..."
Ryan looked up from his desk as Mr. Saporta started talking. He actually liked
his English class cause his teacher was cool and a vampire like him.
"...how about you introduce yourself and tell us something about you." Gabe
smiled at the boy gently, his fangs peeking out the side slightly.
Frank was fidgeting; the other teachers had just let him sit down. Of course
the vampire teacher he had was going to make him speak. He stared at the floor
for a while, trying to get the courage to speak. Hell, he didn't even have
words. He felt sick, he could tell this room had more vamps than humans and he
was terrified. One of them was going to hurt him, he just knew it. He wasn't
going to survive this year.
"I'm... Frank I-iero." He said quietly, refusing to life his head.
He made no move to say more, no one hear wanted to know him. His life wasn't
interesting in the slightest, if anything, it was sad and pathetic. Glancing at
the teacher, he begged with his eyes to be allowed to sit.
"Um...well welcome Frank, why don't you have a seat next to..." Gabe looked at
his roster. "Ryan, third seat in the second row."
Frank looked up to find the Ryan person, in the direction his teach eventually
point. He felt his stomach drop as he realized it was a circle of vampires he'd
be by. Sighing he went to his seat and sat down, trying to be invisible. He
looked right up to the front, waiting for class to start Ryan looked at the new
boy. He was a human, but he was lucky cause even though Gabe was a vampire, he
was one of the nicer teachers to humans and would let him be picked on in his
class. He could see it starting already though. The vampire on the other side
of Frank was sniffing him.
"Mmmm, you smell delightful blood bag. Is that...feeear you are wearing?"
Frank shivered, wrapping his arms around himself as one of the vampires spoke,
his sniffing and words hitting him. He could feel himself physically shaking,
but he didn't respond. He just stared at ahead and waited. He couldn't stop
anything from happening to him if he tried, so he just somewhat calmly accepted
his fate. This is probably what Derek wanted anyway, maybe he'd just get
slaughtered now and wouldn't have to worry about anything for the rest of his
sort life.
"Mr. Kranston, is there anything you would like to share with the class?"
The vampire looked up at his teacher and smiled.
"I was just complementing our new student on how good he smells."
"Yes, well you can stop now, I am sure Mr. Iero already knows. Now if you can
turn to his month’s novel, can anyone tell me how does Dickens use setting to
convey the mood right at the opening of Great Expectations?"
Frank let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding as the vampire was
called out, only to be disappointed when nothing good really came out of it.
But nothing bad did either, so he just got out his book to try to catch up with
what the class was talking about. He already read the book, all of it. Twice
now, but he didn't dare raise his hand. Blend into the background, that was his
plan. That meant staying quiet, and praying that it worked.
"Anyone? Come on people. What about you Mr. Iero, did you read this in your
last school?"
Frank jumped at his name, surprised that the teacher even got it right and bit
down on his lip. Yes, he read it at his old school. He shook his head anyway,
hoping the teacher would popcorn to someone else. He didn't want any attention
on him, and this teacher was making it difficult from the start. Gabe sighed
and put the book down.
"Right well since no one wants to answer the question you guys can write a 1500
word essay to answer it instead. Mr. Iero is excused from the assignment cause
it is his first day."
The humans groaned and the vampires hissed. One kicked Frank's chair hard.
"You just wait till class is over blood bag."
Frank couldn't keep from yelping a little at the kick to his chair. He could
have done the essay... he thought about raising his hand and saying he'd do the
assignment but one glance at the vampire who was targeting him and he decided
not to. If looks could kill, Frank would be six feet under by now. 'God just
let this day end already.' He thought to himself, opening his book and
pretending to read it so he looked productive. The rest of class went quietly
with the occasional vampire hissing threats at Frank. Ryan ignored them. They
were beneath him and his clan leader would get pissed if he got into a stupid
scrap with a second class vamp.
*Brrrrrrrrrring*
"Alright students, I will see you all tomorrow, walk, don’t run. Mr. Iero can I
please see you for a moment?"
Frank stayed seated as everyone else got up, the vampire that had threatened
him earlier had paused at his desk with a hiss, muttering an insult. Once
everyone was gone, Frank slowly got up and went to the front of the classroom.
What did his teacher want with him now? Did he do something bad? Frank felt
nauseous suddenly.
"S-sir?" He questioned, voice a little hoarse with fear.
"You knew the answer to the question didn't you?"
Frank paled, wondering how he knew. He looked down at the floor, ashamed that
he got called out. He hopes this didn't warrant him a detention, if he was late
coming home, Derek would probably lock him out of the house.
"You're not in trouble, but you have to understand that you need to speak up
and show them that you are not afraid. An elder vampire like me is beyond petty
behavior towards humans...although there are a few teachers that would rather
see you...well never mind. The point is, wisdom in fears enemy. We fear the
unknown and if we understand what we fear, there is no longer a hold on us."
Frank blinked and looked up at him staring at Gabe. He wasn't sure if he wanted
to know what he was going to say about other teachers or not. He listened to
his words, but he knew that it wouldn't mean much to him in the long run. Frank
couldn't stand up to his bullies, especially if they're vampires. He was weak,
and he knew it.
"Yessir." He mumbled sadly, knowing that he would only continue to disappoint
Gabe. He seemed nice, even if he was a little intimidating.
"Can...can I go?" He asked.
"Yes and you may do the assignment if you choose as an extra credit to be used
if you need it or on your final grade."
Gabe laid a gentle hand on Frank's shoulder. "You'll be alright. See you
tomorrow Frank."
Frank winced a little when he put his hand on him, but tried to disguise it
with a cough. Nodding quickly, he exited the class room planning on doing the
assignment. The better his grades, the better chance of him getting to college
on a full ride. Something he dreamed of, the possibility of escape. Stepping
out into the hall, he glanced around nervously, wondering if that one vampire
would be waiting for him.
"Awww Frankie were you looking for us?"
Frank turned around at the voice, and saw the vampire from earlier. He felt his
heart rate pick up.
"I....I uh..." He stammered, before taking off in the opposite direction.
"Now where do you think you're going?"
Another vampire popped out as Frank passed a classroom door. The first one
closed the gap behind him.
"Let's introduce Frankie to our favorite hiding spot shall we Vince?"
"Oh yes Chance lets."
Frank was grabbed by his shirt and dragged down a deserted hallway toward a
door that said do not enter. Frank whimpered and flailed a little as they
pulled him towards a door. He was terrified of what they were going to do to
him. Would they beat him up? Bite him? Kill him? He was on the verge of a panic
attack when they got into the room. Breathing heavily, he tried in vain to get
free from them.
"P-please...don't." He asked, just wanting to be left alone.
Frank was shoved against a wall hard. Chance leaned in and licked a stripe up
his neck.
"Mmmm, I think you will be my lunch today."
He dragged Frank to a wooden X on the wall and chained him up there.
"I like my meat marinated in fear though so I will be back at 5th period for
you."
"Aww that's not fair Chance, I want some too."
Frank was shocked by what the room held, and pulled on his restraints when he
was chained up. He was terrified now; he could almost throw up just from how
hard he was shaking. He opened his mouth to say something, to beg to be let go
but he couldn't produce a real sound.
"I suppose I can share a bit, and as much as he is shaking, he will certainly
taste good."
Vince walked up to his and ran a sharp nail across his cheek making a shallow
cut.
"Maybe he'll even piss himself. I do love a touch of humiliation with my fear."
Vince licked Frank's cheek and growled as the blood hit his tongue. His eyes
went black and his fangs stretched out of his mouth.
"Vince, no, not yet."
Frank flinched back from his tongue, his face squishing up on disgust. He
tugged on his restraints again, hissing at the pain his wrist from the metal
digging in. He knew he wouldn't piss himself, he'd never allow it. However,
Frank felt his eyes sting with tears, desperate and salty. Vince sneered and
pulled away. The two vampires left the room. Frank hung there, trying to get
free until he was exhausted from the over exertion. He heard the bell ring and
the halls go quiet.
"H-hello?" He called, voice too quiet even to him. So he tried to be louder,
wanting to escape this hell before the two came back.
"Hello?! Help!" He cried, willing someone to walk by. To hear him.
*
*
*
Mikey Way was walking by the old science wing when his advanced hearing picked
up something. It sounded like crying. He walked down the hall trying to pin
point the location. When he found it, it was in one of the old labs. He ignored
the do not enter sign and opened the door. Frank had been pulling at his
restraints again, crying helplessly after yelling until his voice was lost.
When the door opened he stiffened, looking up as he felt the usual dread that
filled his guy when he was near a vampire. This one wasn't like the other two
that had chained him here in the first place. He was thinner, but Frank knew
better than to think he was any less dangerous. He probably looked like a free
snack for this new vampire. More tears spilled over his cheeks as he realized
this.
"Oh really. How juvenile can you get."
Mikey walked up to the clearly frightened human. He had a look of disgust on
his face.
"What's your name human?"
Frank thought the look was for him, and he quickly answered, afraid of what
would happen if he didn't.
"F-frank..." he said.
"Frank huh? Do you know the name of the vamps that did this to you?"
"Uhm... Chance and...and Vince"
Mikey rolled his eyes. "Figures. Second class trash." Mikey reached out to
touch Frank.
Frank was confused about what he was talking about but didn't have much time to
ponder. Once the other reached for him he jerked away.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm gonna set you free."
Mikey reached over to the bonds on Frank's wrist and opened it up.
"I'm impressed you didn't piss yourself. Vince is into that shit."
Frank stumbled a little once he was free, surprised but happy. He rubbed his
wrist a little, feeling the bruises that were sure to come.
"He said that..." He muttered, not looking up. "Thank you."
He wasn't sure if he was really being let go or not, but Frank wanted to show
gratitude anyway to stay in this stranger's good graces.
"Don’t thank me yet. We have to..."
"Who the fuck are you?"
Mikey spun around and saw Chance and Vince.
"Kranston."
"Way."
"How's your clan...oh wait you don’t have one cause your elder was pathetically
taken out."
"Yeah, by your grandfather."
Mikey smirked. "Yes, I can still hear the sizzle of his skin."
Chance growled as he stalked forward. Frank was confused as to what was
happening, but he slowly backed away from both vampires. Vince stayed behind
his lead, crouching slightly to see what Way's first move would be.
"Don't even Kranston, you haven't got the balls and my brother will rip what
little you have off and you know it."
Chance growled, but backed off.
"He's going with me and you are not to touch him again. He is protected by The
House of Wolves now."
"Fuck you Way, you can't do that!"
Chance grabbed Mikey and Mikey grabbed his arm and twisting it fast pushed him
to the ground with his knee in his back.
"You will obey."
Chance growled and Mikey twisted his arm higher. There was a cracking sound
that echoed through the room. Mikey dropped it and motioned for Frank to come
to him. Frank watched the scene before him with scared eyes. When 'Way' put
Chance in his place Frank had to close his eyes. He'd had broken bones from
Derek a couple times, the noise brought those memories to surface. He opened
them in time to see that he was being beckoned to follow. He glanced at the
other two, Vince now trying to help his friend get his arm situated. Taking his
chances with Way, he obeyed the motion, walking over to the vampire. Vince
glanced at him with a small as he walked past but didn't move.
Mikey led the boy out of the room. "Give me your hand."
Frank stared at him, lost as to why he'd request that. He briefly thought about
trying to rub from this vampire now that they were out of the room but that
didn't work last time. So he tried a new tactic.
"I...have a class..."
"Just fucking do it."
Frank jumped and nodded, complying immediately. Mikey took the boys hand and
turned it face up. He brought it up to his mouth.
"This is going to hurt, but I am not trying to take your blood."
Before the boy could protest, Mikey elongated his fangs and pierced Frank's
hand with them. Frank yelped and tried to get his arm back. Everything had
happened too fast for him to react and now he was stuck in the others iron
grip. 'Not taking my blood he says,' Frank thought. When Mikey finally pulled
his fangs out there were two perfect indents on them on Frank's hand. He leaned
in and licked the wound to stop the bleeding. He looked back at the boy.
"Tell anyone that gives you any kind of trouble, human or vampire that you are
protected by The House of Wolves."
Mikey dropped the boy's hand. "See you around Frank."
Saying nothing else, Mikey walked away. Frank stared at the vampires back and
he left. He glanced at his hand next, seeing the marks already something
healing.
"What the hell..." The noise of the bell brought him back to the realization
that he had missed a whole class.
"Shit." He mumbled and got his schedule out to rush to the next. He'd have to
figure out who that vampire was and what just happened to him later.
Chapter End Notes
     Hello! Oblivious here!
     Thank you for reading and commenting, I hope you enjoyed the first
     official chapter if this fic!
     We're going to try to post one every Friday - seeing as this story is
     actually nearly finished in our drafts. For now, please let us know
     how you feel for poor little Frankie.
     Until next time x
***** Enter in Tall, Dark, and Fucking Scary *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Frank walked into the lunchroom, sad that he wasn't allowed to stay in class or
hang out in the library to study. He didn't have lunch today, and he couldn't
buy any either. So instead, he just looked around for an empty table. Kids were
busy rushing to the line, or saving spots for their friends. There were a few
full tables already, groups of vampires with no interest in the human food. One
such table had Frank's savoir from earlier, who was scanning the room with an
intense look. Frank happened to look over right as 'Way' looked in his
direction. Frank blinked and had every intention of avoiding him, but the
vampire was beckoning him to come over. Before he could think to ignore the
gesture and find somewhere else to sit, Frank heard a familiar voice not too
far from him. "Get the fuck out of my way, scum." Chance was hissing at some
poor human kid. He was far too close to Frank for comfort, along with his
minion Vince. The bite on Frank's hand seemed to heat up almost, reminding him
of what the vampire from before said. About him being 'protected.' Decided to
take a chance, Frank went for the table, hoping it was the lesser of two evils
in this situation.
"Yo Mikey!"
"Huh? What Ray?"
"I asked you if we are still on for tonight, what's got your attention?"
Mikey looked and saw the boy from earlier slowly making his way towards them.
"Who's that?"
Bob had arrived at the table with his food. He sat next to Ray just as Frank
reached them. Frank got to the table only to be met with two more strangers who
were looking at him curiously. He tried to ignore their gazes but the blonde
spoke up.
"Who are you?" Bob asked, his gruff voice making Frank feel threatened. "Can we
help you, kid?"
"I uh, he..." Frank gestured to Mikey, unsure what to say. Ray and Bob looked
at Mikey, confused.
"You know him?"
"Yeah, this is Frank, he's new to the school."
Ray and Bob looked at him again and that's when Ray saw it.
"Fuck." He nudged Bob and pointed to the boy's hand.
"Oh shit, Gerard's not gonna like this."
"Not gonna like what?"
Frank watched the exchange, still standing by the table as the vampires spoke.
He didn't know who any of these people were, or why he was apparently a hot
subject. The new voice caught his attention, coming from right behind him. He
turned to see a face that made both his guts twist up and his heartbeat pick
up. This vampire was terrifyingly attractive. Frank couldn't help but take a
step back, wanting to get out of the way.
"Look what your brother did." Bob said, pointing at Frank who suddenly wished
he had took his chances with Chance and Vince when Mr. Tall, Dark, and fucking
Scary looked at him.
Gerard looked where Bob was pointing and then saw the hand. He grabbed it and
brought it to his mouth breathing it in.
"Mikey..."
"Vince and Chance were going to..."
"I don't give a fuck Michael! You had no right without asking for my
permission!"
Frank jumped in fear when he was grabbed. It was seriously getting old, being
grabbed and pushed around so much just at school alone. Not to mention he still
didn't understand what the hell was going on, why these guys seemed to suddenly
be so tense and what this....bite mark really meant. He just wanted out of this
situation.
"I...I could go." Frank said meekly, trying to catch the vampire who was
clutching his hands attention.
"I didn't mean to cause trouble." He added, trying to keep his voice steady.
Gerard clutched the boy's hand and looked into his eyes. There was something
about them. It was like they were made of honey. Soft, warm, and inviting.
Frank attempted to pull his hand away, but Gerard didn't seem to notice. He was
just staring at him, but his gaze didn't seem threatening or angry. Looking
back, Frank found himself staring as well. Gerard's eyes were strange, they
were cold but the color clashed with the emotion, almost seeming to change from
a lively green to a soft brown and back again.
"Uhm," Frank realized how long he'd been staring, and couldn't stop the blush
that covered his features. "C-can you let go...p-please?"
Gerard could feel the fear pouring from the boy. He smirked and pulled him
closer wrapping an arm around him. "Why are you scared?"
Being pulled closer was the last thing Frank expected to happen, but that
didn't stop him from squirming. He couldn't concentrate with the other so
close, unable to think of a real reply. A better question would be why wouldn't
he be afraid?
"Gee, you'd gonna give the kid a heart attack." Ray sighed, unable to stand
watching such an awkward scene.
Gerard looked at his second in command and shrugged pushing him away into
Mikey.
"Asshole. Come on Frank, let's get your lunch and sit down."
Mikey steadied the boy and then led him to the lunch line. Frank wanted to get
away from the table, so he allowed himself to be ushered to the line. Once
there though, he had to confess.
"I don't have any money." He told Mikey, "I...forgot my lunch. I was just gonna
eat when I get home."
It was a lie, but Frank had gotten used to covering his abuse at home. Somehow,
it was a little easier to talk to Mikey, maybe cause this is sort of twice now
that the other actually helped him out.
"Oh, well I got you."
Mikey and Frank got in the room and Frank saw raw meat and cups of blood in
different types being offered for the vampires next to the regular food for the
humans...which didn't look much better.
"Y-you don't have to." Frank mentioned, "I have allergies...and I don't eat
meat."
He explained, mentally hearing his step father mocking him for his 'pickiness'
and for being a pansy.
"But.. I have a question." It took a lot of guts to say the last sentence, but
Frank couldn't ignore his curiosity anymore.
"You don't eat meat?" Mikey looked at the boy like he was nuts. Still he
grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the line. He led him to the side where
there was a deli and salad bar.
"There you can get food here."
Frank looked at the more appealing food and sighed. At least it wasn't gross
and bloody, and the fruit looked decent. His stomach growled, but he ignored
it.
"I can't pay." He insisted, "And you ignored me." He pointed out.
“I didn't ignore you, I was solving the first problem and I told you I have
this, now get your food and I will answer your question."
Frank opened his mouth to protest again, but the look Mikey gave him made him
think otherwise. So he grabbed a cup of fruit and a salad, pointedly looking at
the vampire.
"Can I ask now?"
Mikey looked at what he had chosen and paying for it nodded.
"Uhm....what exactly is going on." Frank asked, "Who are you and why did you
bite me? And who are the other two...er, three? What's this House of Wolves you
mentioned and..." Frank rambled a little and cut himself off before he kept
going.
"I'm Mikey Way, the people you met are my clan and part of the prestigious
House of Wolves. Gerard, my older brother, is first in command and only answers
to our father and grandfather. Ray, the curly haired one, is Gerard's second in
command and Bob is basically muscle."
Frank listened carefully as he spoke, taking in everyone's names and committing
them to memory just in case.
"Okay... that doesn't explain all....this." Frank said, waving his injured hand
in an ambiguous manner. "Why...are you paying any attention to me?"
"Chance is an asshole and a lesser vampire. While I am not saying I like all
humans, I don’t think of them as cattle, none of the HoW members do. If I had
not marked you, when he tries to grab you again, which he will, nothing would
stop him from harming you. He can't now cause you are protected. It's like
hurting one of us."
Frank was confused by this, he took a few seconds to full comprehend everything
Mikey just told him. So he was protected now? That harming him was like harming
one of the people he sort of met? Was he... technically in this 'clan' now?
"But...why?" He found himself asking, accidentally revealing some of his usual
harmful thoughts. "Who cares about me?"
"What, I don't..."
"Way."
Mikey looked up and saw Ryan and...Brendon. He shivered in disgust. Brendon was
from a new clan, The LA Devotees, that recently moved on East Coast territory
and Mikey's father was not happy. He looked at Ryan and avoided Brendon
completely.
"Ross."
Frank was a little frustrated that they got interrupted but when he saw it was
more vampires, he let that feeling go quickly. One he recognized from his first
class... Ryan. Who he sat next to, but he didn't say anything to Frank at the
time. Still, he took a step closer to Mikey, trusting him more. He didn't want
to be in the middle of another possible fight. He was starting to wonder if
he'd ever interact with humans at this rate.
Gerard looked up when Mikey had not returned yet with the human when he saw
him. He growled and fixing his trench coat stalked over to where Mikey was.
Frank quietly stepped out of the way as the two vampires that had walked over
seemed to be having a stare down with Mikey. The tension only got worse when
Gerard made an appearance as well. Brendon smiled widely as Gerard stepped up
to them, his fangs on full display.
"So, Way." He purred, glancing over at the human who was unsuccessfully trying
to hide behind the younger Way brother. "Seems that Chance wasn't lying, I see
your clan has yet another new pet for you to play with." He teased. "Though, he
mentioned something about Mikey marking the human, need help with matchmaking,
dear Gerard?"
"I need nothing from you Urie. I don't even want you in my school."
Gerard was growling out his words and puffing his chest out, Brendon was taller
than him, but that wasn't gonna intimidate him in the least.
"What do you want Urie?"
Brendon kept his stance light and easy, he wasn't looking for a fight. At the
moment at least, he was more interested in being irritating and learning more
about the latest 'addition' to The House of Wolves clan.
"Oh nothing," Brendon said, practically singing the words. He looked passed
Gerard completely, staring at the human. "I was just curious about him is all,
if you don't mind."
He stepped passed Gerard, moving quicker than necessary so he could get into
Frank's face, having to bend down in order to do so. The look of fright from
him was amusing.
"Timid little thing," He chuckled, "Very little..." He hummed, noting how short
this human was.
Mikey had never seen his brother move so fast when he wasn't in a fight. He
grabbed Brendon and pulled him away from Frank at the same time he pulled the
human to his chest.
"He's mine!"
Frank had backed away from Brendon when he rushed him, fear spiking quickly.
Right as he started to feel fine, the tall vampire had to startle him. But that
was short lived, watching Brendon get shoved back before being jerked away
himself. His first instinct was to try to push away whatever- whoever, was
holding him so tightly but his strength was nothing compared to a heated
vampire's. Brendon gracefully recovered from being knocked back so quickly,
watching the exchange. The outburst from Gerard was unexpected, but it got the
gears turning in Brendon's head when he saw the human's reaction. Gerard Way
wasn't known for being very... loving. Coldhearted was the easy way to describe
him, as Brendon so bitterly learned one day. When they had first come to this
side of the country, he had attempted to unite their clans, but Gerard refused
him. Even after many different attempts at courting and negotiating, Gerard had
shoved him away without any remorse, yet took on lovers like they were new
clothes. What Brendon was witnessing now was different though. And with that
thought, he slung an arm around Ryan, moving to leave.
"I wouldn't be so sure, Way." He said lightly, leading his charge as they
exited.
"You okay?" Bob arrived with Ray just as Brendon left with his first in
command. Gerard watched them go tightening up on Frank.
"Mikey, you were right to protect Frank."
Ray and Bob both raised their brows at that statement, surprised to hear Gerard
change his mind so quickly, Ray couldn't help but have his eyes drop to where
Frank was still trying to get free from Gerard's hold. Albeit, more subtly but
still failing. He could hear the human's heart beating wildly, but had a
feeling it wasn't purely out of fear. Frank didn't say anything, ceasing his
movements after it became clear that he was stuck at the moment.
"What did Urie say?" Bob asked, pretending Frank wasn't even there.
"He challenged me. Me the fucking elder Prince of The House of Wovles. No one
challenges me and gets away with it!" Gerard spun Frank around so that he was
looking at him.
"You belong to us now. No one can touch you." He turned to Mikey. "Bring him to
the car at the end of the day."
"Gee?"
"He comes home with us."
Frank stared at Gerard with wide eyes, the declaration startling him. He had
barely begun to wrap his head around the situation when his brain caught up to
the rest of the conversation.
"Wait, I have to go home." He said, "I-i don't have permission to go anywhere."
The idea of Derek getting a hold of him if he didn't come home right away made
his shudder internally.
"Bob and Ray will take care of that."

Gerard's words were final in the eyes of his clan. Bob snapped to attention and
turned to Frank.

"I'm Bob and you can now count on me for protection too."

"Ray, and same."

Mikey turned to Frank and nodded. They were all in agreement.

"Good now..."

Brrrrrrrrrring

"Fuck, I gotta get to Home Ec. Mikey, I leave him to you."

Gerard pushed Frank towards Mikey again and in a flourish of his coat left the
cafeteria. Frank went to protest but the bell rang to drown it out. He found
himself in Mikey's care before he could even get a word out. He looked at the
other three who were left, Ray and Bob gave him a small bow before heading off
themselves. Everything just kept getting weirder. Oh wait, Mikey! Frank turned
to face him, speaking quickly and trying to be clear.
"I can't go with you guys." He stated. "You don't understand, I'll..." he tried
to think of a decent lie, but came up with nothing.
"It's okay Frankie, everything will be alright, trust us." He squeezed Frank's
hand with the mark and a warmth spread into Frank's body. "You're one of us
now."
"I don't...I'm not." Frank said, and pulled his hand away.
This was all too much at once, and he didn't want Derek to find out about all
this. Oh God, and if Frank didn't come home... He tried running away once, that
ended badly. He backed away from Mikey, he wouldn't listen to him anyway. He
needed to get away from him. Mikey watched Frank back away. He knew the human
was scared, but it would be scarier if Frank didn't obey. He fixed Frank with a
stare and he knew the mark was heating up on his hand.
"Oh Frankie...don't be late to class...and don't think you can escape us." With
that Mikey left the room.
Frank felt himself go cold from Mikey's words. His tone and use of Frankie
reminded him of... how home always feels. Now he really was torn. He quickly
shuffled off to class, rubbing his head with his unbitten hand. There was
definitely a headache forming.
"What a day..."
Chapter End Notes
     Thanks for reading again!
     Gerard has finally made an appearance! Now this story is really about
     to get started... I'm curious. Anyone have an predictions yet?
***** Aurora *****
Chapter Summary
     "Sure Frankie, see you at dinner." Mikey gave one last look at Gerard
     and then he was gone. "Come on Frankie, let me show you the game
     room."
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Frank was a nervous wreck for his last two classes, even leaving the other one
a little early since the teacher offered for him to go to the nurse. Apparently
he was looking a little green in the face. He had convinced himself that these
House of Wolves vampires were going to be just like Derek. He was going to be
taken hostage and likely treated like a slave, only that would be a situation
he'd never get out of. Skipping out on the nurse, he went to his locker instead
to get all the materials he needed for homework. He could leave the grounds
early, sneak out and head home. Maybe he can convince Derek to switch him to a
different school if he begged and sucked up hard enough. Sighing, he closed his
locker and glanced around for the nearest exit. He was somewhere near the side
entry to the school, so he headed that way. He put his hood up and stuck close
to the wall, not wanting to draw attention from the classes that were still in
session as he attempted escape.
"Going somewhere Frankie?" Frank paused, looking back to see Mikey. Swallowing,
he glanced away. "I, uhm... I was..." He stuttered.
"Trying to escape the inevitable?"
"N-no..." Frank took a step away from the other.
"Are you scared Frankie?"
Frank was terrified, if he was honest. He chose to say nothing, staring at the
other in silence.
Mikey started to walk towards the boy. "Do I make you nervous?"
Frank backed up, trying to keep distance between them, but the other's legs
were longer. He felt his heart rate pick up, but he continued to say nothing.
"I can hear your heartbeat Frankie"
"I just...wanna go home." Frank said, hitting a new set of lockers from his
backing up.
"No can do Frankie, there would be dire consequences if you disobeyed Gerard."
"Consequences?" Frank asked, wincing as all his current bruises seemed to
suddenly make themselves known.
Mikey stepped up and touched Frank's face lightly. "Let's just say we don't
want to find out okay?" he put an arm around the boy and led him down the hall
to the parking lot.
Gerard was trying to concentrate in his history class. They were learning about
medical torture which was fascinating to him, but he kept feeling someone stare
at him. He looked up and saw Ray, "What?"
Ray didn't realize his staring would get noticed, but when Gerard looked over,
he had to ask. "So why are we bringing in that human kid?" He just didn't
understand it, House of Wolves wasn't recruiting at the moment. Plus, Frank was
human, who cared about him?
"I didn't want Urie to have him."
"Why not?" Ray inquired, raising a brow. "Not like you cared when he went after
your... other conquests."
"yeah, well I have to show him that he can't have them all. I have to put my
foot down somewhere." In truth Gerard didn't understand why he did what he did
for the human, but there was something about him. Something that intrigued him.
"Okay, but the bite?" Ray asked, frowning. "He's like an initiated member, why
would Mikey do that?"
"He must have had his reasons. You should do well not to question your prince,
even if he is the younger one."
Ray sighed, and shrugged. "Just curious." Right then the bell rang, the school
day finally ending. "Guess I should find Bob so we can speak with Frank's
parentals."
"Yes, that is more your job." Gerard gathered his book and headed for his
locker and then the car.
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Frank was hopelessly stuck under Mikey's arm, waiting for the arrival of
Gerard. The longer he was here, the worse he felt. Derek was so going to kill
him.... if these guys didn't first. Mikey smiled when he saw his big brother
coming. "Ray and Bob went to go talk to his parents?" "yeah, sent them on their
way, now let’s get going."
Frank was shocked to hear where Ray and Bob. "Wait, they're going to my house?"
He protested.
Gerard ignored him though and pushed him into the car. Mikey get in the back, i
want Frank in the front with me." Frank flailed a little as he was pushed.
Derek was a crazy person, he'd probably try to do something stupid. Like attack
Ray and Bob. "No really, they can't go there." He tried, turning to look at
Gerard when he got in.
"Relax, they will be fine. There just going to plant a suggestion in your
parents head that they know where you are and they are fine with it." Gerard
buckled Frank in and started the car. Loud growling music filled the car at a
deafening decibel. Frank jumped from the music, wincing from the volume. He
couldn't imagine what's going to happen when they meet his step-father..
*
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*
"Man what an asshole." "yeah i know, but he still took the suggestion." "let's
get back to the house before we are late for the King's announcement." Ray and
Bob climbed into Ray's car and drove away from the Iero home.
"Ah here we are home sweet home." Gerard drove up to the gated driveway and
punched in a code. The gates opened and they took the long drive up to where
Rush Manor stood proudly. Frank looked out the window with his mouth open,
completely in awe. How does someone have a house that big? It was bigger than
their fucking school. He stared at the gardens and grand walk ways as they got
closer to the building. He suddenly felt smaller than usual, even more
insignificant. 'I don't belong here.' Frank thought, not realizing he said it
out loud.
"Of course you do Frankie, you're one of us now." Gerard brought the car to the
front and stopped i. His door was opened and he stepped out. "Good Afternoon my
prince." The same was said to Mikey. When Frank's door was open there was a
sneer of disgust. Frank blushed at Gerard's words, a tad embarrassed from his
outburst. When his door was opened, he went to say thank you but was met with a
sneer. He immediately shut his mouth, looking down nervously.
"Where did you come from Blood bag?"
"I...they brought me..." Frank said, referring to Mikey and Gerard.
Before the vampire even had a chance to say anything, Gerard was right there
just like in school when Brendon tried to touch Frank. "He's mine and he's
protected!" Gerard shoved Frank's hand in the vampires face. "S-S-Sorry my
prince."
Frank nearly fell out of the car when Gerard grabbed his hand. The servant
vampire still gave him an odd look, but dismissed themselves, offering to take
the car to it's garage. Frank breathed a sigh of relief once they were gone,
glad that didn't escalate further. He stepped out of the car, trying to pull
his hand back. Gerard held the boy close as he steered him past the multitude
of servants that greeted them. They stepped into the foyer.
Frank inwardly groaned as Gerard just help him close. He kinda wish he was next
to Mikey instead, he wasn't quite as scary as Gerard was. He kept getting weird
looks from servants, but no one else questioned his presence. As they stepped
into an open room, he looked around, seeing the high ceilings and expensive
designs. It was somewhat homey, a wood and stone theme that gave him a calming
feeling. There was a clear view of garden, through a large window, catching his
attention.
"Mikey give Frank the tour while I go talk to father." Frank was thrust into
Mikey's arms as Gerard stalked off. "Come on Frankie."
Frank was a little more relaxed once Gerard was gone. He just let Mikey lead
him throughout the house, feeling like he would get lost in such a huge
mansion. Mikey gave brief descriptions of the room, seeming almost bored. They
went out to the garden, walking around a little but Frank stopped when he saw
an area of flowers, the pink lilies catching his eyes. "My mom loved lilies..."
He muttered.
"Is she dead?"
Frank sighed, looking at Mikey solemnly. "Yeah."
"is that why you moved here?"
"No..."
MIkey didn't ask anymore questions after that. He just picked a lily and gave
it to Frank. "Come on. let me show you the second floor."
Frank took the lily with a small smile and nodded. "Yeah, okay."
The upstairs had a bit of a darker theme in some places, along with more
bedrooms than Frank could even fathom. He was nervous about stepping into
those, not wanting to invade anyone's privacy, but Mikey assured him that most
were either unclaimed or for guest. "How many people live here?" He asked,
curious.
"Our family there are four, my parents, and my brother. The rest are servants
so....15?"
"Only fifteen?" Frank asked, "For this whole house?" It wasn't really a 'house'
but his point still stood.
"Well it has been in the family for generations."
"How many?' Frank asked, curious.
"More lifetimes than we have lived." Gerard came around the corner as if he had
been in the wall. Frank jumped from Gerard's voice, turning to see him. He
hadn't expected him to just show up like that. "I see." He said, growing quiet
again.
"Mikey dad wants you, I got Frank." Frank looked at Mikey, not wanting him to
leave but he had a feeling it wouldn't matter. Fiddling with the lily, he said
a quick thanks for the tour.
"Sure Frankie, see you at dinner." Mikey gave one last look at Gerard and then
he was gone. "Come on Frankie, let me show you the game room."
Frank came a little closer, but was much more closed off than he was with
Mikey. The trip didn't last long, the game room thankfully taking up a large
space of the home apparently. Frank walked in and blinked, there was bowling
alley. In their house. Bigger than his own kitchen and living room combined.
There also was a spot for video games, movies, and its own snack bar. "Jesus,"
He breathed, maybe a tad jealous of their wealth.
Gerard walked over to one of the lanes. he picked up a black and red ball and
threw it perfectly down knocking all of the pins in one stroke. "You play?"
Frank watched him, shaking his head. "I never have." He told him.
Gerard beckoned him over. he gave him one of the balls and after making sure he
could hold it, he slip up behind him gripping his hips. "Now, you move forward
pulling your arm back and then bring it forward and let go of the ball."
Frank blushed, having conflicting feeling with Gerard so close. He listened to
the other carefully, looking at the pins in front of him. Slowly, he followed
the instructions one time without letting go of the ball. The second time he
went through the motioned, much faster, he was disappointed to see the ball
curve and only hit a few pins.
"it takes practice, soon you will be good at it. Keep trying." Gerard moved
from frank to the bar and started to mix two drinks. Frank nodded, biting his
lip as Gerard walked away. He breathed a little easier without the vampire so
close. He went for it again one the lane reset, managing to get half the pins
this time around/
"Come have a drink Frankie." Frank set down the ball he had picked up, walking
over. Frank looked at the drink, it looked weird, kinda purplish, but not like
juice. "What is it?" He asked, skeptical.
“It's call an Aurora."
"Aurora?" Frank said, still hesitant to pick up the glass.
Gerard picked up his own. "Try it, you'll like it." Frank took a sip, surprised
that Gerard was right. He did like it. It was sweet, but also a little tangy.
"Good right?"
"It is," Frank nodded, and took another sip, feeling a bit of a tingle in his
throat. "Is it.. a juice mixture or something?"
"Something like that." Gerard smirked and took another sip walking out from
behind the bar. "Come on let's get back to the game."
Frank nodded, taking another sip of his drink and following the other. He
wanted to get better at bowling anyway.
*
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*
"Gee, it's time for..." Mikey walked into the game room and stood there in
shock. Frank was bowling...drunk. "Gee! What did you give him?" "He just a few
Auroras." "Like what five?!" "No, just two, but i guess he hadn't eaten
anything cause they hit him hard." Gerard was amused as he watched Frank try to
bowl.
Frank was making a funny face, concentrating hard on attempting to bowl. He
felt a little off balance, even a little giddy but didn't see anything wrong
with it. Tossing the ball down the lane, he watched it somehow hit most of the
pins and cheered, throwing his arms up. All his fears and worries were gone at
the moment. It was like he was a different person, and he was loving it. "I did
it!" He yelled, and turned around. "Did you see, Gee?" He asked, before seeing
Mikey and waving excitedly. "Mikey!"
"Hey Frankie, you okay?"
"I'm great!" Frank told him, "Better than ever."
"Good, uh, it's time for dinner,"
"Do I get any?" Frank asked, looking between the two brothers like he thought
they'd say no.
"Of course you do, we invited you to dinner remember?"
"You didn't invite me." Frank frowned, "You just brought me here."
"Frankie." Gerard walked over and touched his face. "Would you like to come to
dinner?"
Frank looked up at Gerard, mind all hazy from his drinks. He stared, unashamed
at Gerard, taking in his odd colored eyes again. Somehow, he could see some
warmth that wasn't there before, which had him blushing a little. "I....yes."
He responded, getting lost in the other's gaze.
"Good boy." Mikey rolled his eyes. "Let's go you two."
Frank pulled away from Gerard, remembering that Mikey was there as well.
"Okay."
Gerard wrapped an arm around Frank and led him out of the game room
Chapter End Notes
     Hello lovely readers!
     I apologize for the late update - between the last week of school and
     finals I've been thinking about a million things at once. I hope you
     all enjoyed this and can forgive me! - ObliviousIero
     As always, thank you so much for reading our story and let us know
     what you think! ~<3
***** Brendon Loses His Patience *****
Chapter Summary
     Chance growled, but then remembered who protected Frank. He sneered
     and then stalked to the back where Vince was sitting. Frank breathed
     a sigh of relief, glad to have helped out a new kid from experiencing
     what he did on his first day.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The dinner had gone... somewhat well. Frank had been more talkative, he didn't
reveal much, mostly just kinda said observations out loud. The Way family
seemed more amused than annoyed, Gerard explaining that he hadn't meant to get
the boy drunk but not exactly apologetic about it. The ride home, was in a
different car with a private driver. Frank had the window open, the food
settling his stomach and the cool air helped sober him up. He was grateful the
driver didn't try to make conversation, cause as soon as his mind started to
clear up. He started to panic. He felt like such an idiot, trusting Gerard
enough to drink something strange and getting drunk. No doubt they were all
laughing at him, plotting their next move on how to further embarrass or even
hurt him.
"We're here, Sir." The driver said, coming to a stop.
Frank looked at his house, seeing how small it was. Which brought him to a new
thing to worry about. He didn't know what Bob or Ray did but he doubted he was
gonna come home to a warm welcome. Not that he ever did, but he expected it to
be worse than usual since he was home so late.
"Thank you." He said to the driver, not getting a response back and climbing
out of the car. It whizzed away as soon as the door was shut, and he sighed
watching it leave. He had to get this over with though. So he walked up to the
house and knocked, waiting for Derek to open the door.
There was no answer.
Frank frowned, and knocked again and getting nothing. So he tried the door and
found it unlocked. Nervous, he slowly opened it and stepped inside, being sure
to lock it behind him.
"Derek?" He called, the house seeming a tad too dark.
Derek was snoring on the couch surrounded by beer bottles and open Chinese
containers. Some were half empty and other completely. Frank sighed in relief,
and bit his lip. He might as well clean up, just in case. So he went to put
away any leftover food and toss out empty containers. Gathering the bottled, he
went to rinse them out for recycling.
"Wazzzat?"
Frank paused, quickly shutting off the water. He was quiet, praying Derek went
back to sleep.
"I...wah..ma...zzzzzzzz"
Frank set down the last bottle, and snuck out of the kitchen. He just had to
get to his room.
"Boy, when I get...some...hand...zzzzzz"
Frank snuck past Derek, going for the stairs.
* creeeeak *
"Fuck." Frank breathed, pausing on the squeaking step.
Derek snorted in his sleep and shifted. Frank took another step, hearing more
creaks and groans. He decided to fuck going slow and rush upstairs.
"Whatza?" Derek opened his eye and groaned rubbing his face. He looked at the
time on the cable box and stretched. He went to grab his beer, but found it was
empty. he grumbled and got up and headed to the kitchen. he grabbed another one
and noted that the Chinese had been put away and the empties collected. Must
have meant the boy was home. Where had he gone again? Derek couldn't remember,
he just knew that he was alright with it.
"At least he cleaned up when he got home." Derek didn't remember what time he
passed out so he had no idea what time it even was the kid got in. He trudged
up the stairs and headed for Frank's door.
Frank had started changing into his pajamas, bag tossed in the corner. He would
work on his assignments in a moment, even if it meant staying up late. It
wasn't long till he heard footsteps, causing him to hold his breath, listening
carefully.
"Frank you in there?"
"Y-yes..." Frank said, sitting on his bed.
Derek opened the door.
"What are you doing?"
"I was...just gonna do some...homework. Lots of stuff to get through." Frank
mumbled.
"Oh, well don't think i'm gonna let you just go off like that every time...this
time was okay though."
Frank was shocked, staring at his stepfather in disbelief. He had been okay
with him being gone? Impossible.
"Get to sleep soon cause i want breakfast in the morning."
"Yessir." Frank said, nodding quickly. "I'll be up."
"Good. Night." Derek closed the door and headed to his bedroom. He didn't know
why he was being so nice to the boy. Well he could go one day without torture.
He would make it up to him another time. Derek finished his beer and burping
took his pants off dropping them on the floor. He flopped onto the bed and
passed out once again.
***Time Stamp: October***
Frank was hiding in the bathroom, unable to even think of going to class at the
moment. It's been a month since he met the Ways and the rest of the House of
Wolves gag, and his life was worse than ever. He was always being pushed into
going places, usually the Way mansion, with the vampires. Ray and Bob didn't
talk to him much, but they did stare at him a lot. As if they couldn't get over
the fact that he was a human that got to hang around them. Mikey wasn't too
bad, sometimes even sympathetic, but it never lasted long. Always a fleeting
moment before he seemed to turn on Frank in an instant. He wanted to trust the
younger Way, but he couldn't, not with his shiftiness.
Gerard was...an enigma. He wasn't necessarily cruel, that sort of word was
reserved for people like Derek. However, he seemed to enjoy making Frank
uncomfortable. Yet when other vampires, sometimes even humans so much as looked
at Frank wrong or got too close, Gerard was there to scare them off. By this
point everyone knew not to interact with Frank. At all. Usually he wouldn't
have minded, but this meant the only forms of socialization he got was from
these confusing as fuck vampires and his stepfather.
Speaking of Derek, Frank was worried that all the brainwashing (or whatever his
new 'friends' were doing) would cause his stepfather to snap eventually. He was
still constantly on edge at home. The beatings are near non existent now, but
he often came home late, had to stay up and then get up early to stay in
Derek's good graces. So here he was, having a breakdown in an empty bathroom.
His life seemed to be harder than ever now, unable to have a real moment of
peace, save the few hours of sleep he managed to catch each night. Curled up in
an empty stall, trying not to bawl his eyes out, Frank started to wonder what
the point was anymore. Why did he even try to stay alert and afloat in this
world when it gave him nothing but unhappiness. He just needed this, these
minutes of finally being alone and able to let it out.
*
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*
Ryan knew that Brendon was pissed. The head of their clan was not used to not
getting what he wanted and what he wanted was Gerard Way. He wanted to unite
the two clans so that they were a power couple, but not only was Gerard not
interested in Brendon, but he was also constantly paying attention to the human
Frank from his class. Spencer and Jon jumped when Brendon banged the table in
anger, but Ryan kept calm and listened.
"I'm sick of this." Brendon stated angrily. "It's been a month, how is Gerard
not sick of that pathetic kid?"
He was so annoyed, especially because anyone could see that Frank didn't like
being around the House of Wolves clan. Which was ridiculous, he should be
honored that such a prestigious clan gave him the time of day at all.
"What does that squirt have that I don't?" He ranted, "He needs to be out of
the picture. Now. I'm tired of waiting for this to blow over. Ross!"
"Maybe he needs a distraction."
"Gerard has a distraction, that's the problem."
"Not Gerard, Frank."
Brendon thought about this, nodding a little. "You see how Way reacts when
anyone outside his clan speaks to the boy." He said, looking to Ryan. "But if
someone were to do it secretly...."
"It's not secret that needs to happen it has to be something that the human
would have in common...like say another new kid that he can commiserate with.
One that is also picked on by vampires."
"I can't just pull a new kid out my ass, Ryan." Brendon deadpanned. "There's
plenty of humans here that are picked on by vampires, there are even some that
haven't been in school. No... we need someone that kid will trust. He always
looks so pathetic, miserable. Something tells me he'd fall or any kind
gesture."
"Lucky for you I have it covered."
"Explain." Brendon commanded, looking at Ryan skeptically.
“I know a human who has wanted to be turned for quite some time. He is a bit of
a masochist and is looking to work in a vampire club as a dancer. Apparently he
likes being used, but in exchange for changing him, he will do anything.
Someone that desperate is what would do nicely.”
Brendon smiled, wide and evil as Ryan spoke. "Good job, Ryan." He complimented,
happy his second in command was of use. "Do you really think he can get Frank
out of the picture? I won't tolerate failure."
"Perhaps the club could use another human."
"You know... I think you're right, Ross. It could."
"I will arrange it then for Monday."
Brendon tapped his fingers on the table, looking over to where the two lesser
members of House of Wolves were sitting in the same room. "They'll be a
problem... " He thought aloud. "Spencer, Jon. Those two will be your problem."
"Yes Prince." The two vampires spoke in unison.
"Good." Brendon looked away to face his own crew. "Perhaps, the human will
become useful as a bargaining chip."
"I do not doubt that at all. Ryan was pleased that he could be of service to
his prince. He happily drank his blood and started to formulate a plan for
Monday morning.
*
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*
Just over a week since his break down, Monday to be exact, Frank was feeling a
little better. The weekend he had finally been left alone, something about the
Ways having business to take care of. However, Bob and Ray had made multiple
passes by his house, Frank noticed it late on Saturday and had been watching
the window since. They came multiple times, which made Frank far too paranoid
to even think of leaving his house. Which meant being stuck taking care of
Derek's every whim while he tried to stay caught up with his homework. Sure he
got some more sleep, but it was uneven and fitful.
Getting to his English class, he was greeted by Mr. Saporta waving at him and
other student excited as they entered. He was such a weirdly cheery vampire,
but his class did often make Frank's day a little better. However, when he went
to his seat, he noticed something new. Chance was not in his seat, the vampire
still unfortunately seated next to Frank, but the desk was occupied. Walking up
to the area, Frank's first observation was that this new kid was human. The
second was that he never seen him in this class before. He was staring a bit as
he got in his seat, constantly glancing over. Who was this guy and why was he
in Chance's seat? He would definitely get on the cruel vampire's bad side, and
Frank felt that he should warn him. Biting his lip, he looked over slowly,
actually turning his body.
"Hey um...th-that seats already taken." He tried to tell the guy. "The guy who
sits there isn't very nice."
The boy smiled at Frank brightly. "Thank for the heads up, but Mr. Saporta..."
"Hey, Blood Bag, you're in my seat."
Frank looked up to see Chance had arrived, and paled. He was still afraid of
the vampire even though he had no choice but to leave Frank be. Which... gave
Frank a dumb idea.
"He's with me." Frank blurted out, staring at Chance with wide eyes.
Chance growled, but then remembered who protected Frank. He sneered and then
stalked to the back where Vince was sitting. Frank breathed a sigh of relief,
glad to have helped out a new kid from experiencing what he did on his first
day. Going back to his bag, he started getting out his materials for class.
"Hey thanks. I'm Louis."
Frank looked over at the other and gave him a small smile. "Um..no problem." He
said quietly. "I'm Frank.."
"Nice to know there are humans that still act human."
"Oh...uh, I just didn't...want anyone to get hurt." Frank mumbled, blushing a
little.
"Oh, I'm not worried about the vamps..." Louis leaned in and whispered in
Frank's ear. "...I have a secret weapon."
Frank was shocked the other moved in so close that he was frozen to the spot.
"Y-you do?"
"Yup. Shhh, don't say anything."

Louis winked at him and then Mr. Saporta cleared his throat and class started.

*
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*

*Brrrrrring*

"So what class do you have next Frank?"
Frank was surprised at him, but turned his attention to the front when Mr.
Saporta started class. He honestly almost completely forgot about Louis as he
stood up to leave before he spoke. "Oh...I have Geometry." Frank said, confused
why Louis wanted to know.
"Me too, who's your teachers?"
"Ms. Williams."
"Oh wow me too!" Louis started to gather his books up. "I wonder what other
classes we have together?"
Frank looked at him, curious but then he remembered about his other....
friends. No one talked to Frank because of them, surely Louis would end up the
same way soon enough. Sighing, he just shrugged at the question, choosing not
to engage in conversation.
"Well I guess we shouldn't be late then." Louis waited till Frank picked up his
books and then grabbing his hand walked out of the classroom into the hall.
Frank flinched when the other grabbed his hand, surprised. "What...what are you
doing?" He asked, tugging his hand back.
"I don't want to lose you cause then I won't know where I am going and it is
easy to get separate in the hallway.
"Louis... You shouldn't talk to me." Frank sighed, "I can show you around today
but..."
"Uhm... You see it's cause..." Frank wasn't sure how to explain it. "No one
does because... Because when people do, this one guy... vampire, intimidates
and threatens them."
"I told you, I am not afraid of vampires and besides, new kids need to stick
together."
"I just don't want you to get hurt." Frank told him, concerned about Louis'
safety.
"Awww, you care about me already." Louis reached out with free arm and hugged
Frank.
Frank blushed a little and shrugged under the other's arm. "I don't think
anyone should be hurt... Unless they're really really bad."
"Well then you don't have to worry about me cause I am one of the nicest people
in the world, watch." Louis too k his hand back and then took Frank's books.
"now, shall we?"
"Oh, I didn't... you don't have to..." Frank stuttered around his words, "I
mean, thank you, but if you don't want to carry those..." Honestly, Frank was
surprised by how open and nice Louis seemed to be. He kinda wanted to risk
letting him be his friend, a bit of light in his life.
"Nonsense, now we are going to be late." Louis was able to move the book into
his other hand and still drape his arm with Frank's.
"Um...no we want. I know a small shortcut...we can cut through the labs." Frank
said and started leading him. "Just follow me."
Frank didn't notice that in his move he dropped Louis's hold on his arm till
them were holding hands and he was steering him through the crowded hall. Louis
happinly followed.
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*
Frank was dreading lunch, he didn't want to leave his new friend. Louis had
every class with him so far, and they had talked and stuck together the whole
morning. It was....nice. He almost wanted to skip, convince Louis that the
library would be better or something, but he knew better. House of Wolves would
find him, he always was dragged off to their table at lunch. He hadn't seen any
of them yet, but that didn't mean they weren't around. Sighing, he waited for
the bell and slowly grabbed his stuff. He was going to need to tell Louis they
can't sit together.
"So we have lunch now right?" Louis grabbed Frank's books as they went to their
lockers, which were right next to each other too. "My last school it was so
clicky. I usually just ate outside on nice days like today."
Frank bit his lip, outside sounded nice. He did like getting some fresh air,
and it was sunny out. But... "I can't eat lunch with you, Lou." He quickly spat
out.
"Why not Frankie?"
"It's...complicated." Frank said, unsure of where to start.
They talked as they walked to the entrance of the lunch room. Louis was down
now and it was visible. "Okay Frankie...I guess I will see you later then."
Frank felt awful, stopping before they went further inside. "Please don't hate
me, do we have class together later?" He asked, desperate to keep his friend.
"I can explain, really."
"I don't hate you Frankie, I don't think I could." Louis gave a small smile and
then with a squeeze of Frank's hand walked to the food line.
"Frankie, what are you doing standing here?" Gerard stepped up behind Frank and
placed a hand on his shoulder making him jump.
Frank had stood watching Louis go, feeling conflicted about the exchange.
Thankfully the other didn't seem mad, but Frank still felt bad. Gasping a
little as Gerard showed up, scaring him he turned around.
"Nothing." He answered quickly, not looking the other in the eye.
"Something came up and we will not be having lunch with you today. I would
prefer if you ate lunch outside where the LA Devotees can't get to you. I will
see you later after school." Gerard gave Frank's shoulder a squeeze and then
left as quickly as he had arrived.
Frank blinked, surprised but happy. He waited til Gerard was out of sight
before quickly going towards the lunch line in search of Louis. "Louis?" He
called, ducking passed a few students.
Louis was at the salad bar waiting for his salad to be finished. Frank found
him and went up to him, smiling brightly. "Louis, I can sit with you." He said.
"Really?" Louis seemed to brighten with his smile.
"Yeah." Frank nodded, "I'll wait for you outside?"
"Aren't you gonna eat?"
"Oh, um." Frank kinda forgot, usually someone else got him food. "Nah."
"You can share mine, they always give me too much and i hate wasting it. You
can even pick out the dressing, i eat almost anything."
"Oh, I don't mind the dressing either. We can decided together." Frank said,
"Just...no meat."
"Oh no, wouldn't even think about it."
"You don't eat meat?" Frank asked, skeptical.
"Nope." Louis smiled at Frank just as his salad was done. He took it and two
forks. "Shall we head outside then?"
Frank gave him a smile, nodding. Walking out together, Frank took in the sun
and breathed in the fresh air, feeling more relaxed than ever. "This...is
great." He said.
"It really is. I know it is going to get cold soon, but right now, this is the
perfect weather." They found a small set of rocks that could be sat on. Louis
put the salad down popping the top. He took a forkful after mixing it around
and held it out to Frank. "Open up Frankie and tell me what you think?"
"I like when it's cold to be honest." Frank reached for the fork, so he could
try it out. "Hand it over, silly."
"Na ah, open up." Louis gave him a dopey grin.
Frank blushed, unbelieving that the other was serious. One look though, and he
knew that Louis was. He opened his mouth slightly, hesitant. Louis fed the
forkful of food into Frank's mouth watching him intently with his eyes.
Frank looked back, noticing how the other seemed to be staring. Chewing and
swallowing the bite, he tried not to read into it too much. "It's good." He
declared.
"Good." After the Louis just started to eat normal handing Frank his own fork.
Frank happily munched on the salad with Louis, trying not to take too much.
"So... Where are you from?" He asked
"Everywhere honestly. My dad's in the military. You?"
"Oh, we're from more northern New Jersey." Frank said, "my step dad and I."
Louis had a feeling that there was more to it than that, but he didn't push.
Soon there was only one mouthful of salad left. Louis stabbed it and held it
out. "Here you go Frankie, you finish it."
"No, that's okay you have it." Frank offered back, slightly embarrasses by the
thought I'd Louis feeding him again.
"Please...for me?"
Frank sighed and opened his mouth, leaning forward to get it over with.
Once the salad was done Louis went and tossed it in the recycling bin. He then
laid down on the rock enjoying the sun. "So have you ever been in a vampire
school before Frankie?"
"No, I've only been in human school before this one." Frank told him, "Vampires
give me a weird feeling."
"How so?"
"I don't know why but... I've almost always been able to tell when there's one
around. My stomach twists, like I'm getting sick?"
"That's interesting. Is it all vampires or like the more powerful ones?
"The more powerful the worse." Frank told him. "It's kinda better now...since
I've been here for awhile but right now is the most relaxed I've been in ages."
"So no vampires bother you here?"
"No, they do." Frank sighed, "I just ignore the feeling as best as I can."
"Well that's good. Gee, Frankie, you sure are strong for a little guy."
"I'm not that little." Frank mumbled.
Louis laughed good naturally and then looked at his watch.
“We better get to our lockers, lunch will be ending soon and then we have...dun
dun dun, P.E.”
"Gross." Frank snorted, and got up, holding out his hands to help the other up.
"You can see how weak I actually am."
Louis took Frank's hand and was pulled into is arms. "I don't think small means
weak Frankie. Good things come in small packages you know."
"I'm not that small." Frank protested again, rolling his eyes. "I'm usually not
so... good at interactions and stuff. You make it easy though."
"Well then I feel special." Louis leaned over and kissed Frank's cheek. "Come
on, let's go."
Frank had froze and blushed at the kiss, surprised by it. "Uh y-yeah. Gyms this
way."
Chapter End Notes
     Man, am I glad that finals are over. Yikes.
     Hope you enjoyed! As always, tell us what you think <3
     A new face has arrived, any predictions?
***** Deception and Consequences *****
Chapter Summary
     "This is going to be a holiday they will never forget."
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"Look Frankie, I can't hang out today but, maybe I'll talk to you later."
Gerard squeezed Frank's shoulder and then walked away. Frank nodded, waiting
till Gerard was out of sight to breathe out a sigh of relief. It's been about a
month and half of this, Gerard barely being around. It was a blessing in
Frank's eyes, because this also helped him have more time to spend with Louis.
They were able to spend time together not just in school, but outside of it as
well. It only took a couple weeks for Frank to realize his step-father was
still under some sort of control, so he was still able to get away with going
out. He even got away with celebrating his birthday without having to worry
about Derek or Gerard. Louis had managed to find out that Halloween was Frank's
birthday, and upon hearing that he never really went trick or treating for the
holiday or done much for his birthday in the last few years, he swore he would
make it special. The two of them spent the night getting and eating candy,
watching movies, and Frank even got to spend the night. He honestly thought
that had to be the best day of his entire life.
***Time Stamp: November**
"So what are you doing this year for Thanksgiving, Frankie?"
"Oh, I don't have any plans."
Louis was carrying Frank's books to classes, and they stopped outside the class
room.
"Wanna come to my house? You know how much my parents love you."
Frank smiled at the invitation.
"I don't want to impose or anything," He started, "But if they really don't
mind... I'd love to come over."
"Absolutely not, and you know my mom will make sure there's plenty for you to
eat."
"Tell her not to go too much out of her way. I feel bad enough that she got all
those vegan snacks for me in your house."
Louis smiled, swinging his free arm around Frank's shoulder.
"Frankie there is nothing I wouldn't do for you."
The bell rang and both boys walked into the class room.
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Brendon was on his way to class when he turned the corner only to see Frank and
Louis outside a class room. Retreating back and out of sight, he paused and
listened to their conversation.
The plan, in his opinion, was taking too long. Not to mention he noticed Gerard
had been away a lot for business, which means he hasn't noticed his pet is
hanging around someone else. So, as he listened to the two humans converse, he
smirked to himself as he overheard their plans to celebrate the upcoming
holiday together.
Maybe this could help move things along, he thought to himself. If he were to
tell Gerard about this, he'd surely be upset and need a comforting hand.
*
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*
"What you want Urie? I'm busy."
"I know, I know." Brendon held up his hands in mock surrender. "But I have
something important to tell you, I'm concerned."
Gerard sighed and closed his book, it was kind of boring anyway, and he was
always up for a little gossip here and there.
"Alright Uris this better be good."
"Well, I know you've been busy, so I'm sure that's why you haven't notice.
However, I've noticed that... Frank is it? Has been spending a lot of time with
another new student." Brendon explained, as if he was worried. "I think he's
been hiding it from you on purpose."
Gerard looked at Brendon with one eye brow raised. "Are they human or vampire?"
"Human."
Gerard fought to remain calm, but inside he was raging. How dare Frank take
advantage of Gerard's busy schedule and spend time with someone else? Brendon
was so sure Gerard would have been upset, but this wasn't the sort of reaction
he was looking for. He could tell the other was furious, realizing his plan
wasn't going so well.
"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but if you need someone to talk to
you know-"
"I'll fucking kill him."
Now Brendon knew he fucked up, and tried to keep his calm, easy-going demeanor.
"He isn't worth it, Gee." He tried.
Gerard's eyes hardened as he looked at Brendon. "Don't ever call me that
again."
Gerard stood, practically knocking over the chair he was sitting in. He grabbed
his books, and his leather jacket, turning to press a hard finger into
Brendon's chest.
"Don't you dare tell anyone about this conversation."
He pushed Brendon back hard with just his finger, before stalking out of the
room, slamming the door as he left. Brendon was honestly scared as Gerard spoke
to him, his hard gaze making his own undead heart plummet. He fucked up big
time here, and he knew it. Once Gerard left the room, he groaned to himself.
"Ryan is going to yell at me again."
*
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*
Frank was sitting at the table Louis and him had claimed after the weather got
to be too cold for lunch outside. He had brought something today, able to get
away with making lunch before getting to school. So for now he was waiting for
the other to turn up, casually reading a book he checked out at the library the
day before.
"Hello, Frankie." Gerard's voice was like thick syrup, coyly dripping in
Frank's ear.
The boy jumped at the sudden voice in his ear, and nearly fell off the bench as
he turned to face Gerard. He stared at the other in surprise.
"U-uh... hey, Gerard." He said back, heart pounding. "I...I thought you were
busy."
Gerard smiled at Frank, much like a predator smiles at his prey, before making
the final death blow.
"I do I have a lunch meeting, but I just wanted to take a moment to truly
apologize for how sorry I am for being unable to spend proper time with you."
Gerard started to run his long fingers through Frank's hair, like a mother
would to their child, before gathering it up in her fist in anger.
"I wanted to make it up to you by inviting you to Thanksgiving at the house.
You don't have any previous plans... do you, Frank?"
Frank winced as the other combed his fingers through his hair. He seemed angry
about something, and Frank wasn't sure what that could be but it was terrifying
him. He'd been with Derek long enough to recognize the fake sweetness in
Gerard's voice, and was worried what would happen if he said the wrong thing.
"I...I uh do have plans...." He said slowly, "With my dad. We're going to see
family…out of town." The lies came out in snippets, it sounded pathetic to his
own ears.
"Oh, that is a shame. Well I guess I'll see you when you get back then. Don't
worry; we'll catch up at some point."
Gerard gently pulled his hand out of Frank's hair, careful not to cause him any
pain. Oh no, the pain would come much later. Gerard enjoyed playing with his
prey, it was what made him one of the more sadistic vampires in his family. He
patted Frank on the hand, and then slowly walked away. Out of the corner of his
eye, he saw his nemesis walk up to Frank's table. He looked concerned, that
Frank was so shaken, Gerard prided himself that he could bother his pet that
much. He smirked, with the new information that he had now as he walked out of
the cafeteria and towards his meeting.
"This is going to be a holiday they will never forget."
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"What the fuck were you thinking, Brendon?! Did you not listen to me?"
"I'm sorry, Ry." Brendon tried, "I just wanted-"
"Don't you fucking dare use that name, your fucking meddling ruined
everything!"
"We can still continue on with the plan, so Gerard's a little pissed. He'll
just try to keep his pet on a tighter leash, if anything, that will push little
Frankie to be more rebellious. Right?"
Ryan just stared at Brendon, he couldn't believe that this fucking moron was in
charge of their clan. He wondered how the L.A Devotees even made it to the east
coast under his delusional thinking.
"You are fucking stupid if you think that Gerard is not going to go after
Louis."
Ryan grabbed Brendon's shirt and shook him which was a feat itself when Ryan is
shorter than Brendon.
"He's going to fucking see my mark."
While the House of Wolves left their mark on people's hands, the L.A Devotees
were a bit more traditional and went for the back of the neck.
"The minutes he gets within two feet of him, he's going to know, and then we
are going to be in a world of shit."
Brendon's eyes widened, realizing that Ryan was right. Gerard was going to
realize this is all their fault, that they planted Louis in Frank's life on
purpose. He will never agree to join their clans together after this.
"Ryan," Brendon spoke, "I fucked up."
He had to think of something quickly, something to get him out of this mess. He
thought over it in a rush before realizing something. Louis had Ryan's mark,
not his. He could still get out of this. Ryan let go of Brendon and pushed him
away.
"Don't fucking do anything else." Ryan ran his hand through his hair, gripping
it tightly. "Just gonna have to just fucking wait and see what way does now."
Ryan looked at Brendon one more time, as if to punctuate his warning and then
left without another word.
***Time Stamp: Thanksgiving Night***
"Thanks for inviting me, Mrs-" He paused and corrected himself quickly. "Sorry,
Lori. Thank you for inviting me." He repeated.
"There's no need to thank me Frank, I couldn't believe it when Louis told me
you didn't have any plans with family."
"Frankie is family, mom." Louis smiled brightly at Frank, he lifted his foot
under the table to caress his ankle lightly. "I would want Frankie at all our
holidays."
"That's so nice of you to say, Louie."
Louis' father, Allen, handed Frank the specially made mashed sweet potatoes as
he smiled at the boy.
"Frank is welcomed here anytime."
Frank blushed, but beamed at the family's words. He hadn't had something like
this in so long, and it was nice. Very nice. He took the potatoes from Allen
with a small thank you, trying not to think too much about Louis' foot still
touching his own.
"You guys are so kind," He said honestly, "I'm truly thankful to have met,
Louis and you guys as well."
Frank meant it with all his heart, he could cry from how perfect this moment
was.
* knock knock *
"Now who could that be?"
Allen rose from his seat to answer the door.
Frank watched him go like the rest of the family, confused as to who would be
wanting to visit on such a family-oriented holiday.
"Yes, of course. We hope it's nothing serious."
"Not at all, but it is imperative that we get Frank home quickly. "
Frank stiffened as the voice carried into the other room.
"Oh no." He gasped quietly.
Gerard walked into the dining room, with Allen. He smiled at the table, his
eyes falling each person, nodding his apologies. Then his eyes fixed on Frank.
"Hello Frankie, sorry to bother you, but I need to get you home right away.
There's something amiss with your father."
Gerard smiled softly, but anyone who knew him could tell there was malice
underneath.
Frank was terrified, staring at Gerard with wide eyes as he entered the room.
The story he came in with had to be a lie, but he didn't dare call the other
out or question it. He slowly moved away from the table, wishing he had to
power to just run out of there and not look back.
"O-okay." He said, "Uhm, thanks for dinner guys." He said quickly, avoiding
what he was sure were worried eyes.
Louis could read him so easily, and Frank didn't want him to catch on to how
scared he really was. No one had to get hurt in this, but Frank.
Gerard smile widened at how easily Frank was obeying him, but he wasn't content
with just that. He turned to the human that was causing him so much trouble
these last few days.
"Louis, why don't you walk Frank out? It's only polite after all, since he is
your guest."
"Yes, that is only proper." Louis' mom encouraged the echo in Gerard's words.
Louis looked at Gerard, tight lipped, he knew better than to disobey a vampire.
Even if his parents seemed oblivious that there were the ones they invited into
their home.
"Of course, I will. I wouldn't have it any other way." Louis rounded the table,
and defiantly placed a hand on the small of Frank's back. In front of the
obviously possessive vampire.
"Come on, Frankie. Let's get your coat."
Frank nodded, glancing at the ground as Louis led him back into the main room.
It was all over now, and he knew it. He'd never see Louis again after this; he
just hoped that the other wouldn't be too hurt.
"Thanks Louis." He whispered, taking his coat from him. "For everything."
Gerard politely said goodbye to the human's parents, he hadn't decided rather
or not he was going to make him mourn his death. As he followed the boys into
the living room, he began to get a strange scent. The closer he got to Louis.
The stronger it got. Then he saw it, on the back of his neck. Just above the
collar of his pristine white shirt, the vampire mark. But not just any mark, it
was the mark of the LA Devotees. In particular, it was Ryan's mark.
Gerard smirked inwardly, this changed all his plans. In fact, it made them even
better. As he reached the boys, he ushered them both out the door without
opportunity to argue. Standing right outside the door were Ray and Bob. As soon
as the door was closed, Gerard pushed Frank into Ray and Bob's arms.
"Hold him; I have something to deal with."
He turned to the human slash would be vampire. He was impressed by how he stood
his ground, and didn't flinch when Gerard reached out and caressed his cheek.
"You would have made a decent vampire, Louis..." As he spoke, the venom began
to drip through his words. And he tightened his grip on the boy's face, digging
his nails in.
Louis showed his first sign of emotion, as he winced at the pain.
"It's too bad, that you will never get your Red card now. The LA Devotees
cannot help you and no clan will want you, because I am blacklisting you.
Forever."
Frank made a noise of protest when he saw Gerard grip Louis' face, but a pull
from Ray shut him up as he listened. He was scared for Louis... at least he
was, until Gerard mentioned the LA Devotees. It confused him, what did they
have to do with this? What was this talk of red cards and becoming a vampire.
He looked to Louis' face, concerned and lost.
"You can't do that to me, I've done everything I was supposed to do, to earn my
Red card!"
Louis looked at Frank, with venom that he never saw before in the boy's eyes.
"Why couldn't you just be a fucking easy slut? How fucking stupid are you to
not realize that I've been coming onto you the whole time? Are you even human,
do you even have a dick?"
Frank was shocked at Louis' outburst, starting to connect the dots. Louis
didn't have a real interest in him; he was working for those other vampires. To
try to get into his pants? Or something to make Gerard pissed some other way.
Using him. The realization hit him hard, and Frank had tears in his eyes before
he knew it. It was all a trick, a way to get under Gerard's skin. He was a fool
to trust Louis' sudden kindness, to devote so much time and effort with him as
a friend.
"It was all a lie." He stated. "You didn't give a shit about me the whole
time."
Frank didn't care whose arms he was in, he just slumped against them anyway. It
was a lie; no one cares, just kept repeating in his head. He couldn't even be
bothered to try and stop the tears from overflowing onto his face.
Louis sneered, "Who the fuck would ever care about a pathetic, insignificant,
worthless piece of..."
Louis didn't get a chance to finish his sentence as Gerard grabbed him by his
throat, and lifted him into the air.
"You will never fucking talk to him like that again." And then threw him across
the yard.
Louis landed with his back against a telephone pole, he felt the crack and he
crumbled to the ground. He didn't move after that, he couldn't, he was now
paralyzed.
Gerard gave one last look and then turned to Frank.
Frank managed to watch as Louis was thrown, he could practically hear his spine
crack. He still winced at the scene, but was too upset to truly care that
his... fake friend, was possibly injured beyond repair now.
However, his eyes snapped back to Gerard when he turned around, flinching back
when the other looked at him. He felt like he was next to receive Gerard's
anger. He just hoped he didn't end up in a crumbled heap like Louis.
Gerard walked over to Frank, and gently touched his face. "I'm sorry you got
tricked Frank, I'm sorry you were a fool, but don't worry. You're only human.
So I forgive you that handicap."
Frank was surprised, and waited for more. A slap, a kick, hurtful words. After
a moment passed, he sniffed, wanting to at least say something back.
"I'm... sorry as well." He said, realizing his mistakes effected more than
himself. "For keeping this all a secret."
Gerard smiled softly, and meant it this time.
"We all make mistakes Frankie, but its better when we admit them." He looked at
Ray and Bob, "Go to Frank's house and plant a suggestion in his father's head,
that he allowed Frank to go away for an undetermined about of time."
Gerard turned back to Frank, "I am worried Frankie, that the LA Devotees, may
have more designed on you. Or perhaps, another clan. I think it would be better
if you stayed with me for a while. I think it's very necessary."
Frank swallowed at Gerard's statements, he could sense there was no arguing
with him over this. He didn't want to stay with the other, having to suffer
through being his pet full time all over again, but with what just happened...
he wondered if it was best.
He almost wanted to believe Gerard actually cared about him, but his past
actions and words have proven otherwise. Along with the fact that Frank wasn't
going to be trusting anyone for a while after Louis. He just nodded, as if he
was agreeing to the arrangement.
Gerard was please, it didn't look like Frank was even going to argue with him.
He looked to Ray and Bob again.
"Be sure you bring anything that Frank wants from his home. Anything else he
needs will be provided for him."
He looked to Frank and patted his cheek affectionately. "You made the right
decision, Frankie. I have a feeling that this is going to be good for us."
After that was nothing else was said, as Frank was shepherd into the car.
Gerard walking calmly behind them, knowing he made the right decision. This
moment was going to change everything.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Warming Up In Winter *****
Chapter Summary
     "The humans say you catch more flies with honey."
     "Alright, I will try your idea."
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
It's been a week since Frank 'moved in' with the Ways. He got his own room,
just across from Gerard's. It was bigger than his old one, and furnished fully
with a bed, dresser, desk, bookshelf, and even a new desktop computer.

Upon seeing Frank's lack of possessions, Gerard had dragged him through a few
stores for more clothes, the computer, and a few items of interest for Frank.
He had told Fran to pick out whatever he wanted, but the hesitance from the
human led Gerard to end up picking half the things out for him.

Currently, he was sitting in the middle of his bed. It was so big, he didn't
understand why he needed such a large mattress but sometimes it was nice. He
was reading a book for class, though he was already far ahead. He had plenty of
books now for pleasure, but this one was interesting to him.

This is how he spent his time, when Gerard didn't need him around or he wasn't
at school. It was like self-induced imprisonment, though in a way, he would
have like like a prisoner anyway. Unable to leave the house without Gerard,
Mikey, Ray, or Bob. Sometimes he had other escorts, servants that he didn't
learn the names of.

He felt like he shouldn't walk around the house as if it were his own, he was
an outsider here. A few of the guests and servants have given him dirty looks
when Gerard wasn't paying attention, making Frank feel worse. So this is where
he stayed, confined.

***Time Stamp: December***
Mikey sighed knowing both Frank and Gerard were absent from the table again.
Gerard of course was absent because he was called away, but Frank almost never
came to the table. Mikey knew it wasn't good for humans to be cooped up for so
long. They would get what's known as Cabin's Fever, and it could lead to some
problems.

Mikey knew Frank had no friends here, he also knew that he had none at school,
with the loss with the human Louis. Mikey made a decision at that moment, he
was going to be Frank's friend. He was going to bring him out of his shell,
show him that even though he was Gerard's pet, he was allowed to be more.

Mikey went to the kitchen, he knew that Frank was a vegetarian, He had the cook
prepare a special meal for him, he then brought it to Frank's room.

A knock at the door pulled Frank away from his book. He stared at it, confused.
If it was Gerard, he wouldn't have knocked. He would have just walked in, so
Frank knew it wasn't him. He thought maybe it was the maid or something,
wanting to check his room.

"Um, come in?" He called.

Mikey opened the door, and saw Frank curled up on his bed with a book.

"You didn't come to dinner. So I brought dinner for you."

"Oh," Frank glanced at the clock, unaware how long he really had been in here.
"Thanks Mikey, you didn't have to do that..."

"I wanted to, I hope you like it."

Frank got up to politely take the food from Mikey, thinking he would just leave
afterwards.

Mikey looked around the room, it didn't look very lived in. Even though Frank
had been there for a week. The only that looked used were the books that Frank
had brought from his own home. This saddened Mikey, did Frank not even have
friends on the internet? Surely he had them on social media, didn't everyone?

"How do you like your new laptop? Is it easy for you to talk to your friends
online?"

Frank had moved over to set the food down on his desk. He didn't realize Mikey
had even stayed until he talked. Glancing at the item in question, Frank sat
down in the chair and moved to face Mikey.

"I don't have friends." He said simply, no emotion in his tone. "It's nice for
papers though."

"So you only use only use the laptop for school?"

"What else would I use it for?"

"I don't know. Facebook, twitter, instagram? Do you take pictures? Do you even
have a phone?"

"I don't have those things, and my da- my phone broke months ago." Frank told
him, confused as to why Mikey was taking an interest in his internet life. "Why
are you asking?"

Mikey looked at the human with sad eyes, did Gerard even know he didn't have a
phone? Mikey decided he was going to go out and get Frank a phone, he had a
feeling if he told the human about it, he baulk at it. So he said nothing.

"No reason, just curious. Well, I'll let you get to your dinner, have a good
night."

"Yeah, uh, good night. Thanks again." Frank said, watching him leave.

MIkey stepped outside the door, and immediately went downstairs. He turned to
his personal servant.

'Peter, I'm heading out. Don't tell anyone that I've gone."

"Will you be driving yourself or will you need Patrick?"

"I think I'll drive myself tonight."

"Very good, sir."

Mikey headed towards the garage, and choose one of his favorite black
roadsters. As the door opened up and he backed out, he could already smell a
chill in the wind. Winter was his favorite time of year, since vampires could
never feel cold, it didn't matter the temperature. But he loved the feeling of
wind in his hair.

He pulled out and headed down the road, heading towards the mall. One of his
favorite song came on when he turned on the radio, and he took it as a good
sign that what he was doing was right. Gunning the gas, he flew down the road
and into the night.

*
*
*

The next morning, Frank came down for breakfast. He knew the general times that
meals were served, so he had gotten dressed properly for it. As he came into
the dinning room, he glanced around, seeing many people waiting to be served
the first meal.

He wasn't sure if he should join them all, or just wait out in the kitchen. His
eyes caught Mikey though, who was at an less occupied part of the table. He
headed toward him, seeing as he was the only familiar face in the room.

He avoided eyes as he went, slowly approaching Mikey.

"Can I sit here?" He asked, glancing at a chair beside the younger Way brother.
Mikey smiled brightly at Frank, letting his fangs peek out a bit.
"Of course you can, Frankie. Glad you can join us."
He snapped his fingers, and Peter appeared.
"Whatever Frankie wants for breakfast, get it for him."
Peter turned to Frank.
"What's your pleasure, sir?"
Frank wasn't used to this treatment, and took a few moments to figure out how
to ask this servant for something. He didn't want to sound demanding.
"Can I just... have some oatmeal and fruit? Uhm, with lactose free milk if you
have it. Please." He said, possibly a little quiet for such a boisterous room.
"As you wish."
Peter bowed to him, and then turned and bowed to Mikey. Mikey dismiess him, and
he disappeared into the kitchen. Mikey then turned to Frank.
'How'd you sleep?"
"I slept okay." Frank answered, before curiously asking, "Did you...?"
Mikey smiled, pleased that Frank wanted to know.
"Thank you for asking, but please remember, I do not sleep like you do."
"Right, sorry."
Mikey patted Frank on the shoulder.
"Don't worry about it, it takes some getting used to.'
At that moment, Peter appeared with a silver covered tray.
"You didn't specify what kind of milk you wanted."
Peter put the tray down, and lifted it, underneath was a bowl of piping hot
oatmeal, a small bowl of freshly cut seasonal fruit, and three glasses of milk,
including almond milk.
"Oh, sorry, uhm..." Frank looked at the labels of the milks. He saw the almond
milk, and was reminded of when his mom would always get a certain kind from the
store. "Almonds good..."
He reached to take everything himself, but Peter beat him to it. Setting
everything down in front of him neatly.
"....thanks." Frank said politely, putting his hands back in his lap.
"No problem sir, I will remember that next time."
Peter bowed, and took his place behind Mikey again. Frank noticed the tray had
other items left on it, brown sugar, cinnamon, honey, syrup...and more. He
glanced further down the table to see no one was paying him any mind. He took a
couple spoonfuls of brown sugar, adding it to his oatmeal. Then the fruit on
top of it. It wasn't often he ever got sweets, and though he wanted to go
crazy, he was more interested in creating something good. The first bite of the
mixture was heavenly, and Frank made a noise almost like a moan in his throat.
He didn't think oatmeal could ever taste so good. Mikey was pleased that Frank
was enjoying his breakfast, it actually worked to his advantage, when he
presented his gift.
"How is it Frankie?"
Frank paused, swallowing the thick mush as he realized Mikey was still there.
"It's amazing."
"I'm glad you're enjoying it so much. You deserve to have things that make you
happy."
Mikey brought the box out from under the table.
"I hope this makes you happy too."
Frank glanced at the box, and was shocked to see an iPhone X in front of him.
"You're... just giving this to me?" Frank asked, before looking up at Mikey. He
felt like this was a trick. "Why?" He had a right to be suspicious, or at least
he thought so.
"Well you did say you broke his phone, and I'm sure if Gerard knew that, he
would have gotten one when he got you the laptop. But I like that I gave it to
you instead, friends should give gifts to friends."
Frank was surprised by Mikey's words, but still worried. The last person to
call him a friend turned out to be a liar, just using him, He couldn't think of
any reason for Mikey to do that to him as well, unless this time it was Gerard
putting him up to it. He looked back at the phone, almost afraid to touch it.
Even if what Mikey said was true, Frank could never give him much back. It
would always be an unequal relationship, and Frank was wary of such a thing.
"I could never give you anything back," Frank said sadly, before admitting,
"And... I'm sorry, but we are not what I would call... friends."
Frank slowly moved to get up, wanting to go back to his room. This was awkward
now, and he was just confused why everyone wanted to play this game with him.
Why can't he just be left alone? Mikey didn't looked bother at all and Frank's
admission to him.
"You're right Frank, we aren't friends. Yet. And you don't have a reason to
trust me. Yet. I know you haven been hurt by both human and vampire alike, so
consider this a peace offering. From vampire to human, and that perhaps
someday, we could be friends. And your friendship would be gift enough."
Frank swallowed at that, unsure if he should accept the gift or not. He had a
feeling Mikey would insist its his now, but what would stop him from using it
to claim Frank owed him back.? The last line that Mikey said struck a chord
though. Frank never felt good enough for anyone, as a friend, as a son, as
anything. He wished he could be more than anything. He just wanted to be
treated kindly, was that too much to ask?
"I wish I could believe that's true." Frank eventually said, and looked at
Mikey with glassy eyes. "Maybe one day."
"I can accept that, and I'll hold you to it."
Mikey saw a small smile escape Frank's lips, and he knew this was the start of
something big.
***Time Stamp: Two Weeks Later***
Gerard sat on his balcony smoking and watching his brother and his pet. Mikey
had introduced Frank to the other four legged pets that they kept on the
grounds. Of course Frank couldn't have known they were midnight snacks at times
for their guard dogs, but still...seeing him smile and laugh as he used the
phone Mikey gave him to take their pictures was bothersome. Frank never smiled
with him like that. Frank never could stop shaking long enough to smile. It was
tiring. Gerard tried to be nice to the human, but he was still afraid of him.
Now almost a month into living here, he had gotten nowhere with Frank. Gerard
decided to confront Mikey about it later tonight. He out his cigarette out and
left as Frank's giggle floated up to him. he did not want to hear it anymore
unless he was the cause of it.
*
*
*
"Really Gee? You're serious."
"Of course I am Michael! he's my pet not yours!"
"You're right, he is not my pet, he's my friend."
"Since when do you care about being friends with a human?"
"Since i found out he is quite interesting. Did you know he was into
photography? How about the fact that he always wanted to play guitar? I'm
thinking about getting him one for Christmas."
"No! You can't give him that I willl!"
"Oh really? How are you gonna explain how you know about his interest when the
only interest you ever show him is in your bed?"
It was true that any advance Gerard made of the boy was rebuffed with fear. He
had forced Frank to sleep in his bed, but only found him on the very edge in
the morning with a wide space between them.
"I haven't really touched him...much?"
"No because when you do, he runs to the bathroom and throws up."
Gerard stuck his tongue out at his brother childishly.
"So what do I do then?"
"How about not forcing him? How about giving him choices with no consequences?"
"You think that will really work?"
"The humans say you catch more flies with honey."
"Alright, I will try your idea."
"Good, now he should be with the rabbits right now."
"Have you told them what they are really used for yet?"
"No, I don't have the heart to."
"You don't have a heart at all Mikes."
Mikey punched Gerard hard.
"Asshole."
Gerard just grinned with his fangs showing and went to find his pet among the
furry ones.
*
*
*
Frank was feeding one of the rabbits a carrot, smiling as it munched on it
quickly. The bunnies all came near him willingly, a few would even let him hold
them if he was slow. He had already taken so many picture of them, so he was
just enjoying the time he got to pet them. However, a couple of the bunnies
stiffened and hopped off towards their home. The one Frank was feeding got all
twitchy, as a shadow appeared next to him. Frank already knew who it was, and
felt his mood dropped. He slowly moved away from the bunny, standing up so he
could face Gerard. He didn't know what he wanted, but Frank really hoped it
didn't lead to Gerard's room. Every time he stepped in there, something
happened that either involved Gerard getting handsy or trying to get Frank to
be. He couldn't do it.
"Hi Gerard..." He greeted meekly, knowing the other usually got mad if Frank
didn't acknowledge his presence immediately.
"Hello Frankie, how is your day going?"
Frank blinked, a little put off. Gerard didn't usually ask him about how he was
doing. "Good, Mikey got me carrots to feed the rabbits with."
"Well that was nice of him." Gerard smiled attempting to hide his fangs cause
they scared Frank. "Walk with me...I mean, would you take a walk with me?"
"Okay," Frank nodded, he didn't have anymore carrots anyway. Gerard
was....acting weird though. Was he sick?
Gerard started to walk away with his hands clasped behind him till he
remembered Mikey's words. He stopped and waited to the human to catch up. Frank
followed after the other quickly when he started walking away. He was ready to
follow behind him, but Gerard suddenly stopped. He walked up to the other,
keeping a little space between them. Gerard kept stopping for Frank to catch
up, but it was getting bothersome. He spun around to yell at him. Frank
flinched when the other suddenly spun around, taking a step back. Maybe he was
walking too close? Or not fast enough? Gerard did keep stopping..
"Frank..." Gerard gritted his teeth. "...how about we get a snack."
"I-i thought you wanted to take a walk?" Frank asked slowly, "Am I doing
something wrong?"
"I thought we could take a walk into town and get a sweet. We can go to that
ice cream place that you like with the ice cream with no...cream in it?"
Frank was surprised, partly at the suggestion and that Gerard remembered the
specific place he could actually get ice cream from.
"It's lactose free." Frank clarified with a small smile, "That....that sounds
nice."
"Then it's settled."
Gerard was proud, but then it started to snow.
"Fuck, stupid fucking snow!"
Frank bit his lip to keep from laughing at the outburst. It wasn't that heavy,
and the first snow of the year, he didn't see the problem.
"W-we can still g-go if you want." Frank suggested, "It's...just a little
snow."
"You still want to go?"
Gerard stopped his ranting looking at the boy. He seemed so innocent and
earnest with his smile.
"I like the snow, and it's light." Frank said quietly, "I don't mind walking in
it."
Gerard smiled forgetting about his fangs cause it was genuine.
"I'll your coat."
Gerard started to head into the house when he realized...Frank didn't have one.
He didn't come with one from his father's house.
Gerard was walking before Frank could stop him. He had sweatshirts and sweaters
but... no winter coat. A lot of his stuff he got from donations bins and
keeping them for years. He always just layered up when he could. He noticed the
other stop before he got too far, likely realizing he never saw a coat.
Thankfully Frank also could catch up to him.
"I'm okay." He tried to assure.
Gerard wanted to drag him to the store right now, but Mikey said he has to have
choices. Fuck, this was hard.
"How about after ice cream, we go look at the...second hand shop for a coat?"
This was just getting weirder, Frank was positive the other wasn't feeling
well. He didn't ask though.
"I don't want you to spend anymore money on me." Frank mumbled, thinking about
how much he probably owed Gerard. He didn't want to raise that debt any higher.
"Come on, that place gives money to poor people and shit, and you are always
going on about helping so doesn't that count?"
Frank sighed, but nodded, cause the other was right. He couldn't deny that,
plus since when did he really have a choice? "Okay."
Gerard held back his growl. He knew that Frank was just agreeing with him
again. All thi being nice shit was giving him a headache.
"Just fucking forget it!"
Gerard stormed into the house. he went to his room and slammed the door. He
flopped on his bed and groaned.
"Why is it so fucking hard?"
He shut his light off and buried himself from the world under his blankets.
"Fuck my life."
Mikey sighed from his spot in the shadows. He watched the whole thing and saw
how Gerard left Frank very confused. He walked out toward the trembling boy.
"Hey Frankie, we should get inside cuase you don;t want to get sick.
Frank was shocked at the other's outburst, and just stood watching as he walked
off. He just stood there, confused as to what he did wrong. He agreed to go get
a coat, why was Gerard so mad at him. He was still wondering when Mikey showed
up, making Frank jump a little. Had he seen?
"Yeah," He said, realizing he was shivering a little. "Uhm, I think Gerard is
sick?" He said, concerned and figuring Mikey would want to know.
Mikey laughed.
"He's not sick Frankie...well he is, but...an never mind, he's trying to be
nice to you."
Frank looked at the other as they walked, even more confused. "Why?"
"Cause he's jealous."
"Jealous." Frank repeated, tilting his head.
"Of me."
"Of you." Frank tried to connect the dots. "Is he... is he mad at me for
spending time with you? He didn't tell you to stop, did he?"
"No and even if he did, he can't. I like you Frankie, you are really fun to
hang out with and you are funny too."
Frank smiled a little at that, and sighed. "I think he is mad at me, though.
Now at least." He said, "I... I didn't know what he was doing. Usually he just
bosses me around."
"Yeah and shockingly he actually tried not to."
Mikey put an arm around Frank.
"Look, I shouldn't be telling you this, but I have a feeling that Gee will give
up before he figures it out. He's trying to give you choices, options instead
of just telling you what to do."
Frank listened carefully as they walked into the house. He kind of wanted to
ask why the change in behavior, but more importantly, he kind of felt bad.
Gerard was probably more frustrated then anything. Once they were inside, he
shook his head to get rid of some clinging snow. "I should go talk to him."
"Don't tell him what I told you though. Gerard is both prideful and fragile. I
know it's a weird combination, but just let him believe what he needs to. It's
better for everyone sanity."
Mikey touched Frank's shoulder lightly.
"He really does what this to work though."
"Want what to work?" Frank asked, Gerard basically owned him anyway. There was
no fighting or denying it.
"You learning to like him."
Frank gave Mikey a look, thinking he can't be serious but oh- oh he was. "I
don't know if I can." Frank told him honestly, and worried.
Mikey chuckled. "I know, but you can learn to hate him less at least."
"I don't hate him." Frank protested, shaking his head. "He's just....
intimidating."
"He doesn't know how not to be...maybe you can teach him?"
Frank shrugged, unsure if Mikey was talking nonsense or not. "I'm gonna talk to
him." He decided, "I'll at least try."
"Go for it and don't get scared and try not to back down, remember...he may be
the head of our clan..."
Mikey leaned and whispered in Frank's ear.
"...but deep inside he is still a freaked out teenager."
Frank blinked and looked at him with surprise. Then again, this was Mikey. He
was pretty blunt...and he wasn't wrong. Gerard was technically a teenager like
them. "I'm telling him you said that if he tries to murder me." Frank told him
jokingly, and headed upstairs.
Mikey watched the boy go. He had a feeling that Frank would get through to
Gerard and maybe... "Who knows."
*
*
*
Frank knocked on Gerard's door, after pacing around it for five minutes. He
waited and got no answer, so he knocked again- more insistently before he could
back down before anything happened.
"Go away."
Gerard's voice came muffled from the covers he was buried under.
"Gerard, it's me." Frank called, wonder what the other was doing. He sounded so
far away.
"Frankie?"
Gerard peeked his head out of the blankets. It coulnd't be Frank, he never
willingly came to his room.
"I don't believe you."
Gerard pulled back into his hiding place.
Frank sighed and just opened the door. He was so fucked. "Gerard." He tried
again, finding the room dark. Scanning it, he found a lump under the covers and
he was immediately reminded of what Mikey said about Gerard being a freaked out
teen. "It is me."
Gerard popped his head out just a bit. Frank saw it as waved a little.
"Frankie?"
"H-hey..." Frank said, taking a deep breath to chase away his nerves. "You
seem...upset."
"I'm not upset."
Gerard grumbled hiding again.
Frank walked closer, determined. "You are." He started, "And I'm sorry
that...that I was being difficult. M- I... realized you were trying to be
nicer, and I kinda shot you down."
"Yeah you did."
Gerard peeked out again.
"I'm sorry." Frank repeated, biting back a smile. Gerard looked like a shy
turtle suddenly. "We... could still go somewhere. If you want to. I do."
"You do?"
"I do." Frank assured, he tilted his head to try to see the other. He attempted
his best friendly smile, possibly pretending he was talking to Mikey. "Come on
out, Gee."
Gerard grumbled again as he pulled out of the covers. His hair was all messed
up.
Frank's smiled turned more genuine once the other came out. "Uhm, wanna just go
get the coat? I think the snow is supposed to get worse."
"Uh...sure, we can do that, but I thought..."
Now Gerard was confused. What made him change his mind?
"I don't have one and I'll get sick eventually without it." Frank shrugged.
"But i said...I mean didn't I say..."
"What is it?"
"Nothing."
Gerard looked at the human. He seemed different. He leaned in closer to Frank.
"Are you smiling?"
"I guess...maybe?"
Frank had smiled for a moment like he did with Mikey.
"Why are we talking about me smiling?" Frank was starting to feel a little more
relaxed, part of him was still cautious, but Gerard wasn't acting as....rough
as he usually didn
"Cause you only do it for Mikey."
So Mikey was right, Frank thought to himself. He was even more surprised that
Gerard said that all. "I don't only smile for Mikey."
"Who else do you smile for...besides the rabbits."
Frank thought about it, if Gerard wanted people then...yeah it was just Mikey.
"Well... Mikey's my friend." He said, "And...I thought Louis was my friend, he
made me smile. I just..." Frank wasn't sure how to explain. He felt more
exposed than usual, but he probably had to give a little to get anything back.
"I just like when someone is genuinely nice to me. Most aren't."
Gerard felt himself getting angry at the mention of that vamp wannabe. He was
happy to know that Ryan was kicked out of the LA Devotees now. Still...
"So if I'm genuine with you, you will smile for me more?"
Frank took a deep breath, looking down a little. "Do you want an honest
answer?"
Gerard nodded.
"And you won't get mad?"
Gerard took a deep breath in.
"No, I won't."
Frank looked up to see if he was lying, the other seemed calm but he was still
nervous. "From the day we met you've been forceful and intimidating. You made
me feel like I wasn't human, just some shiny new toy to control and flaunt
around." Frank told him honestly, "That's why I fell into that situation with
Louis, and if you ask Mikey, our friendship didn't happen overnight. It's hard
for me to trust people more now than ever and...and you're one of the reasons
why."
Gerard opened his mouth to say something. Frank glanced up and saw Gerard open
his mouth. He bit his lip, unsure if the other was going to yell at him or not.
"...so...ice cream and then coat or..."
Frank felt relief wash over him, but he was a little suspicious. "It's kinda
cold for ice cream but...." Frank licked his lips. "You like coffee right?"
Gerard watched the boy's mouth mesmerized.
"Yeah, I like...coffee."
"How about we get coffee and a coat then?"
"Sure, we can do that."
Frank gave him a smile. "Sounds fun."
Gerard was proud, that smile was for him.
"Great so we can..."
*Knock knock*
"Ugh, what now?"
"Sorry Sir, but you have a phone call."
"Fine, I'm coming."
Gerard slid out of bed and disappeared out of the room. Frank frowned as Gerard
left, but knew that those phone calls were often important. Sighing, he checked
the time. Well... he could wait.
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"Stupid fucking...sorry about that Frankie I..."
Gerard stopped short. Frank had fallen asleep on his bed. He looked peaceful
for once too. Gerard sighed and carefully move him under the covers. He wanted
to get in with him so badly, but Mikey said it was forced intimacy. He kissed
Frank lightly on the head.
"We'll get there my pet, don't worry."
He then left quietly shutting the door behind him.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry the guys, I had a doctors appointment and the snow delayed me
     coming home. (It was in another city)
     Anyway! Aren't all your hearts melted? I'm so happy we got here, I've
     been wanting to share these moments with all of you! Frankie and Gee
     are getting somewhere!
     Thanks for Reading! xox Oblivious
***** Christmas Part Uno *****
Chapter Summary
     "Don't you think you've given the human too much freedom? Not mention
     I didn't think you were one to....share, Gerard."
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
***Time Stamp: One Week Later***
"Why are you so happy, Prince Way?"
"Cause Frankie and I are getting along!"
Gerard was in a good mood, which was getting more and more regular. However,
some of the vampires in the house weren’t so happy about this. They felt that
the human pet was causing the elder prince to soften and not take his
responsibilities seriously as of late. The meeting had just adjourned and he
and the other vampires were coming out of the room as Gerard happily discussed
new found emotions.
"No disrespect, but don't you think you are getting a little too close to the
human?"
Gerard was about to answer when Mikey walked in.
"Oh good, just in time Gee, Frankie is waiting for you by the door."
"Oh yes, we are going to the zoo!"
"In the winter?"
One of the vampires looked at Gerard in shock.
"Frankie said you can see polar bears and penguins."
"Frankie says Frankie says. Man, who's in charge I wonder."
The group of vampires chuckled until Gerard hissed at them with Mikey backing
him up.
"You will do well to remember your prince!"
The three vampires bowed their head and mumbled apologies. Gerard thanked Mikey
and then headed to meet Frank.
Frank had spent the morning super excited to go to the zoo. He had been looking
for interesting spots to take photos during the winter, his Instagram page was
growing more and more, so he wanted to keep his followers interested. That's
how he found out that the local zoo would have special exhibits for their cold
climate animals, and when he told Gerard, the other offered to take them.
They'd been getting along great lately, and Frank had Mikey to thank for that.
He felt less like a stranger in the Way household now, he even started to think
about it as home. The Way brothers were much more bearable, even fun to be
around since Frank got to know them properly. Though... lately he's been
hovering around Gerard more. Frank was still hesitant to admit it but, he was
starting to like Gerard. More than he's ever liked anyone. It was new and
scary, so he kept it to himself. But he also wasn't so shy why Gerard seemed to
make advances on him, always so careful and backing off when even Frank still
comfortable. It was sweet, but frustrating. Bouncing on his feet by the door,
waiting for the other, he smiled widely when Gerard came into view. "Finally!"
"Sorry about that Frankie."
Gerard slipped on his coat that matched Frank's and they headed out.
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"I never heard of a stuffed otter before."
Gerard liked how Frank was holding and practically squeezing the stuffing out
of the animal he bought his pet. He made little noises of happiness that Gerard
wanted to hear again and again. Frank rubbed the velvet like fur and just gave
Gerard a huge smile.
"It's perfect," he told him and reached for the other's hand so they could walk
out if the gift shop together. Frank had boldly taken Gerard's had earlier in
the day, when they were shuffling through a crowd in the penguin area and he
didn't want to get lost. They hardly separated them after that, and Frank
beamed all day. He had so many pictures for his Instagram and blog, but even
more that he had taken sneakily of Gerard for his own personal file. He had
lots of pictures of the other when he wasn't looking, moments when even Gerard
looked peaceful. Sweet even. "Thanks for today, I had fun." Frank told him,
squeezing Gerard's hand.
Gerard squeezed back.
"You are very welcome, but now I think we should head home for food...or would
you like to go out somewhere?"
"Home sounds nice, I'm kinda tired."
Gerard was hoping that the human would have picked out so he could show him off
more, but he had been listening to Frank more often. He squeezed his hand
gently.
"Alright then, to the car."
Frank let the other lead him to the car, clutching onto the stuffed animal as
they went. Today had been fun, maybe a little too much, cause he felt ready to
crash. Gerard and Frank slipped into the back as the driver got in the front
after holding the door for them.
"Home Patrick."
"Yes sir, did you enjoy your time?"
Gerard looked down at the now sleeping boy snuggle against him quietly.
"Yeah Patrick, yeah I think I did."
***Time Stamp: Christmas Day***
"Merry Christmas Frankie!"
Mikey walked into his brothers bedroom waking Gerard up.
"Fuck off Mikey."
Gerard grumbled and held Frank tighter, but he was wiggling away and Gerard was
left with the stuffed otter. Frank paused before leaving the room, seeing
Gerard fall back to sleep with the otter, who's fur was starting to become less
shiny. He kissed the other's cheek quickly before following Mikey.
"Gee's gonna be mad at you for taking me away so early." He teased.
"He'll live, besides, we need to finish wrapping his present."
"I hope he likes it." Frank mused, going right for the wrapping paper.
"I'm sure he will."
Mikey smiled at Frank fangs and all. Frank was used to it now with him, but
other vampires still made him jumpy. There were those in the house that didn't
approve of Frank. Either they didn't like him at all or they didn't like that
Gerard didn't treat him like a pet enough. Mikey protected Gerard from them. He
protected Frank too, but he knew Frank could feel it at the dinner table.
Frank got out the things him and Mikey had gotten for Gerard. Well, he had
picked them out and Mikey had bought the items. Frank had thought about trying
to get a part time job but both brothers were against the idea. Why? He didn't
know. What he had picked out for Gerard was a pretty expensive art set. After
finding out he had actually been into drawing at one point, thanks to Frank's
snooping and finding some old sketchbooks. He had asked Gerard about them, and
the elder Way brother had told him how he was just busier these days. That he
didn't even really have pens. The other thing was something less for fun, and a
little more practical. Frank knew Gerard was into the family businesses, that
he liked being in charge, and would be working in the offices more after
graduation. After confirming with Mikey that Gerard would have his own office,
Frank had looked online for something better than what he could find in stores.
He had found a expensive, light brown leather briefcase that had a customizable
label and could only be opened with a code. Making it extra safe for files and
whatnot. Frank had snuck a framed photo of them together in it. Something to
surprise him later. Mikey wanted to write something funny on the label, but
Frank insisted that it needed to be professional. They had settled for Prince
GWay. It wasn't perfect, but it wouldn't cause raised brows in an office.
"Done." Frank announced after neatly wrapping both presents.
"Great! Let's go see about breakfast now."
"Should we try to get Gee up?"
"Hmmmm, nah let him sleep a bit longer. Let's go check out the snow."
"I'm always down for snow."
Frank got up to go upstairs and get dressed, getting into his coat and putting
on some gloves. He kind of wanted to see if they could add to their snow man
army in the garden.
"Frankie?"
Gerard yawned pulling his head out from the covers and sporting amazing bed
Head. "Where are you going?
"Mikey and I are gonna go play in the snow."
"Snow?"
Gerard didn't function to well without his mix of coffee and blood in the
morning.
"It's Christmas, there's snow." Frank chuckled, "Do you want me to turn on the
coffeemaker for you?"
Gerard whimpered.
"Yes and B today, I think I need the extra boost."
"I'll make sure Patrick adds it."
Frank didn't really handle blood well still, he's tried a couple times but the
moment it's out of whatever container and flowing, he's getting sick. Honestly
he feels bad about it, cause it is a part of Mikey and Gerard's lives. They
literally needed it. Gerard got quiet after that and looked at Frank under his
long lashes.
"Can I get a good morning kiss?"
Frank blushed a little, it wasn't an unusual request from Gerard these days.
Frank had thanked him once with a kiss on the cheek for helping him with some
homework. At first, it only happened once in awhile but these kisses were much
more common as Frank's stay with the ways was reaching it's two months point.
He came over and leaned on the bed to give Gerard a kiss on the cheek, smiling
as he pulled away.
"We got your presents wrapped this morning, you better not open them yet." He
warned playfully.
"Awwww why not?"
"I wanna see you open them."
"Alright, go have your snowy fun."
Gerard pretended to pout.
Frank bit his lip, looking at Gerard's pout, a crazy scenario playing in his
head before he shook it off mentally. "You could always join us."
"Coffee."
"After coffee."
"If I can have another kiss, I'll think about it."
Frank rolled his eyes, Gerard was doing his version of puppy eyes as he laid
under the covers. "One." He said firmly, before giving him a kiss on the
opposite cheek
Gerard had to restrain himself from grabbing the boy and throwing him down. It
was hard, but Mikey convinced him it was not the way to get Frank to trust him.
"Okay, go play."
Frank didn't run off right away, inside he quickly pulled Gerard into a hug
before skipping off. Mikey was waiting for him by the door as he made his way
downstairs.
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*
Gerard sipped his coffee enjoying the fresh blood chasing it down. He watched
out the window as Mikey and Gerard added to the little army of snow men in the
yard. Gerard smiled at how much fun Frank was having. He seemed to finally
settling into life here at the House.
Quinn, one of the many cousins of the Ways who was visiting for the holidays
walked into the dining room where he happened to see the older of the two young
princes. He curiously looked out the windows he could see, wondering what was
holding Gerard's attention only to see the infamous 'Frank' outside with
Michael- playing in the snow. Quinn snorted, how insulting. That both these
two, heirs to the Way's extensive business are catering to some lowlife human.
Quinn happened to be from an area where vampires ran things a little
differently, it irked him that this one wasn't on some sort of leash. If the
rumors were true, then this kid wasn't here willingly at first. That made him a
pet, owned. He shouldn't be walking among the house and grounds like he
belonged here. Glancing back to Gerard, Quinn glided over to him in a slow
stride, calculated and quiet. He wanted this to change, just like many others.
"I see Michael is entertaining your pet again." He spoke into the quiet room,
pretending to look out the window with interest. "Don't you think you've given
the human too much freedom? Not mention I didn't think you were one
to....share, Gerard."
"I am not sharing him with Michael, he is simply helping me out in acclimating
Frank." Gerard turned with a sneer on his lips to Quinn. "And who are you to
tell the head of your clan what to do with a human."
"I'm not here to tell you what to do, my prince." Quinn said simply, trying not
to get annoyed with this adolescent. He'd learn in time. "Just wanting to offer
some helpful advice, though I'm sure you don't need it. Your methods area tad
unusual to me, but I'm sure your pet obeys your every word just fine." Quinn
turned away, as if to walk out of the room though he was smirking.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Quinn paused, happy that his words seem to be having some affect. "I'm afraid I
don't understand your question." He said simply, turning his head to look at
Gerard. "Does this... Frank was it, not listen to you?"
"Of course he listens to me! I just don't make a lot of demands of him. He is
quite a fragile thing."
"Oh, Gerard." Quinn shook his head, "All humans are fragile, but it's the ones
who try to play that innocence game that you need to be careful with. Before
you know it, they're walking all over you, abusing your kindness." Quinn
stepped back over, seeing Frank and Mikey tossing snowballs at each other. He
held back a sneer, before continuing.
"Humans are below us, they're like dogs. Pets. Sure, a pat on the head once in
awhile is fine but..." He looked at Gerard. "A mutt left unchained will
eventually run off. Be cautious." With that Quinn made his exit, sure that he
gave Gerard some things to ponder over.
"Frankie would never run away from me."
Gerard reassured himself that Quinn new nothing, but a small seed of worry was
now planted in the back of his mind and he had to fight to let it not grow and
fester. He finished his coffee and then went to see about Franks present.
*
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*
Frank dragged Mikey back inside when he couldn't feel his face anymore. Both
were a little out of breath and red faced from their adventures outside. "I-i'm
fr-freezing." Frank chattered, trying to peel off his wet gloves. "I can't
believe you literally threw me into a snow pile!"
"I warned you I could do it, but no you didn't believe me so I proved it."
"It was mean! I'm soaked." Frank laughed, and rubbed his nose before sneezing.
"I wonder why Gee didn't join us?"
"Cause I was making sure that you had a warm bath ready when you came in."
Gerard stood by the bathroom as the two made their way up the stairs. He shooed
Mikey away and steered Frank into the lavish room where a large tub was filled
with steaming fragrant water. Frank felt the cold more than ever at the mention
of a bath. He was more than willing to let Gerard lead him to the bathroom,
breathing in the scent that came from the water. It was something light and
floral.
"Thank you," He breathed, wanting to fall into the water now. "This is
unexpected, but sweet."
"Come, let's get you out of those wet clothes, you are shivering hard enough to
chatter your teeth."
Gerard opened the coat up and helped Frank shrug it off. He tossed it aside for
Pete to pick up. Then we lifted the equally soaked through sweater off Frank's
body.
"Wow, it went through to your shirts too."
Frank let Gerard tug him out of his outer layer, but as they started getting to
his shirt, he blushed. Attempting to pull away before Gerard could start seeing
skin, he quickly stuttered. "I can take care of the rest."
"Frank, we need to get this done quickly. I am shocked at Mikey's forgetting
that you can get hypothermia."
Gerard's actions seemed to be genuine and full of concern. There was no other
interest in Frank's body at the moment.
"Now please stop fighting me and lift your arms."
Frank bit his lip harshly but relented, lifting his arms so Gerard could peel
off his last shirt. Once the material was gone, he was quick to cover himself
up. Sure, he no longer had the usual bruises and cuts, but he was sure there
we're at least a few scars from how his life previously was.
"Okay....okay I can get in alone, Gee. I'm fine." He insisted, not ready to be
naked around someone else yet. No matter how innocent the gesture may be.
"Frankie...this isn't about that."
Frank bit his lip, turning redder as he realized he may have been over thinking
this. "I'm just not comfortable with..." He trailed off, face still heating up.
"I know, but it is important for a Master to take care of their pet."
Frank didn't say anything to that, though he did sort of sigh as he stood
there, waiting. Gerard took that as a sign of compliance and reached down to
unbutton his jeans. Frank just held still, refusing to meet Gerard's eyes as he
undid his pants. Gerard peeled them off and tossed them in the pile. He was on
his knees now in front of the boy. He wanted him, all of him, but...
"Um..."
Gerard reached down and slipped Frank's socks off. He ran his hand up his bare
leg till he was touching the hem of his underwear. Gerard looked up and saw
Frank trembling for a different reason. He sighed.
"Okay, get in the bath and I will have hot tea brought to you."
He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Frank's stomach and then rising from
the floor left the room without another word.
Frank was still a shaken when Gerard seemed to suddenly change his mind. He was
grateful, but had a feeling the other was disappointed. Peeling off his boxers,
he slipped into the warm water, leaning back against the porcelain. He'd find a
way to make it better.
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"You did good Gee."
Mikey was there when Gerard left the bathroom.
"I hope you are right about everything."
"He is coming around Gee, trust me."
Gerard sighed and Mikey slung as arm around him and they headed to the kitchen
to give Pete instructions.
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Quinn had been lurking since he talked to Gerard. His best attribute was
stealth, and he was well trained in it. He could see them all interacting, see
the way Gerard was genuinely concerned for his pet. It was sickening to see him
subtly fawn over the little human. He hung around until Gerard left the
bathroom, hearing his conversation with Frank. Looks like he was right, the pet
didn't know his place. He had snuck into the bathroom a while after the prince
left, seeing the human calmly laying in the tub, eyes closed. This was
pampering, not controlling. Quinn could see the other was bare from marks,
meaning his master hadn't taken him at all. He wanted to ruin the boy himself,
teach him what his duties really were but knew it wouldn't sit well with the
prince. Exiting the bathroom, he formulated a few plans. He won't allow Gerard
to shame his family.
Chapter End Notes
     Happy New Year! I know it's not midnight for everyone right now, but
     still!!
     Hope you all had a great year, and will have a better one in 2018!
     Thanks for Reading!
***** Christmas Part Dos *****
Chapter Summary
     "Gerard? I uh, have one more present for you. It's a surprise."
     "Another gift?"
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Christmas had gone really well, everyone seemed to have a good time around the
Christmas tree after a lavish dinner. Dinner involved everyone, but they had
all gone off to a ballroom to celebrate, while the small group, consisting of
Gerard, Mikey, their parents for a brief moment, and Frank, chose to do a
special, more modest Christmas. Everyone had enjoyed their presents, and talked
for awhile before separating into their separate rooms. Currently, Frank was
getting ready for bed in Gerard's personal bathroom, the latter waiting for him
so they could cuddle on the bed and watching some bad holiday movies before
bed. Frank had decided something earlier when he was in the bathroom, a
surprise that Gerard probably wouldn't expect. He was ready to go up another
step with the vampire. One dressed in his pajamas and after a quick, quiet pep
talk he walked out to see Gerard flipping through channels.
"Uhm," He cleared his throat. "Gerard? I uh, have one more present for you.
It's a surprise."
Gerard was lounging on the sofa in his room He was wearing a pair of black silk
pajama pants, with no shirt but an open robe made of the same material of black
silk. He looked at the human inquisitively.
"Another gift?"
"Yeah, but..." Frank looked at him nervously, nodding. "I need to you to sit on
the bed, uhm, on the edge. With your eyes closed. You can't open them until I
give you the present."
Gerard's eyes widened in surprise, but he turned the TV off and stood up. He
gently touched Frank's cheek and then made his way over to the bed getting in
the requested position. Frank waited till the other's eyes were closed before
walking over. He was sure Gerard could hear how fast his heart was beating, but
the other didn't move. Pushing back any negative thoughts and his own shyness,
Frank moved so he was in the other's lap, his knees on either side of Gerard's
thighs. Cupping the vampires face in both hands, he leaned in to press a sweet
kiss onto his lips, eyes closing as he waited for a reaction. Gerard gasped as
he felt the weight of the boy in his lap. His instinct was to pull him in, but
he knew sudden moves scared Frank. Instead he lightly placed his hands on his
hips and pressed back gently. Frank let his hands slip down to the other's
shoulders, relaxing and gaining confidence as the kiss continued. He pulled
away after a few moments, needing to breathe.
"Wow...."
"Wow indeed. That was...the best Christmas present I could have ever
received...may I receive it again?"
Frank blushed but smiled brightly, and nodded. "Of course! I mean, yes. I mean-
"
"May I..."
Gerard wanted to take control a bit, but not scare his pet. Frank quit
stuttering around and nodded. He wanted more as well. Gerard gently moved them
so that Frank was on his back. He caressed his cheek again softly.
"I promise to stop whenever you want to."
Frank moved easily, leaning into the other's hand gratefully. He smiled as he
looked up, nodding. "Thank you."
Gerard smiled and then leaned into kiss him again. Frank kissed him back,
moving to one hand to the back of Gerard's neck. The other gripping the blanket
lightly. Gerard kept the kiss light for now. He knew if the boy wanted more, he
would let him know. He was also careful not to scrap his fangs against the
tender skin. Frank matched pace with Gerard's light kisses for awhile before
moving his mouth more, leaning up to deepening it a bit. Gerard decided to take
a chance and press his tongue against the boy's lower lip. Frank was surprised
by the feel of the other's tongue, he opened his mouth a little. He was
hesitant to go further, but more so curious. Gerard gently slipped his tongue
in to taste his pet. As he expected, he tasted as sweet as he was. Frank was a
little lost, and just followed Gerard's lead. He moved his own tongue against
the other, surprised that it didn't feel or taste gross. Gerard reached up and
started to unbutton Frank's top as he deepened the kiss. Frank didn't even
notice the other unbuttoning his shirt. He whimpered a little as the kiss
continued, blushing at the noise. Gerard ran and hand down Frank's bare chest.
He stopped at one nipple and grazed it lightly.
Frank gasped, jerking away enough to disconnect their lips. "W-wait.."
"Shhhh, just trust me, I promise not to do anything..." Gerard left his words
hanging.
Frank looked up at him, searching Gerard's for any deceit. "....pants stay on?"
He requested, voice small.
"Pants stay on."
Frank took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay."
Gerard leaned back in, but instead of kissing Frank's mouth, he kissed his
cheek and then trailed up to his ear whispering softly.
"Thank you Frankie."
He then sucked lightly on the earlobe and moved back down leaving a trail of
kisses on Frank's neck to his now exposed collar bone. Frank arched on the bed,
biting his lip harshly, knowing embarrassing sounds were trying to escape from
his throat. Eyes shut tight, he tried to stay grounded... but he never felt
anything like this. The want to bite the boy was strong, but Gerard kept his
instincts in check only letting his fangs gently graze the sweet scented skin
as he move down further to Frank's chest.
"Gee..." Frank groaned quietly, feeling the other's sharp teeth. There was a
small warning in his head of what those teeth were capable of, but he ignored
it.
Gerard continued to move down the boy's chest till he took one of the nipples
in his mouth. He gently sucked on it while running his hand down to Frank's
side and gripping his hip. Frank squirmed under the other's attention. He
wasn't sure what to do with his hands, so they just stayed tangled in the
sheets. Gerard lavished attention to the one nipple and then moved to the
other. He moved his hand under Frank's body to grip his ass and knead it
gently, staying over the pants as requested. Frank let out a small moan, unable
to take much more. He moved his hands to the other's shoulders, thinking of
stopping this but instead found himself moving his hips up, grinding against
Gerard's leg. Gerard was pleased with his pet's behavior. He kept up his
actions willing the boy to use what he needed to get off. He wanted to see him
fall apart and make those noises he had been holding back. Frank couldn't stop
once he started, modesty flying out the window. He was desperate and noisy,
continuing to move against Gerard as he moaned, breathing out the other's name
between.
"That's it Frankie, show me, show me how good it feels."
"Gerard..." Frank squeezed his eyes shut as he did as Gerard said, letting go
of everything as he released.
Frank arched up too high when he came and scrapped hard against one of Gerard's
fangs. All at once Gerard could taste the blood and now he moaned. Frank tasted
like nothing he ever had before. He wanted to just sink his teeth in a drink
deeply. Instead he ran his tongue over the mark savoring the taste as he sealed
the wound. He lifted his head with his eyes closed licking his fangs and
savoring the taste on his tongue. He cock twitched in his pants hard. Frank
panted as he rode out his orgasm, clinging to the other. He could feel the
Gerard's hard on in his pants, and licked his lips. He felt so good, so relaxed
and he wanted to do the same for him. He moved one hand experimentally to where
the outline of Gerard's cock was, rubbing against it lightly.
Gerard gasped and pressed against Frank's hand enjoying the pressure.
"Please Frankie, can I just...just one more taste."
Gerard knew he was begging but he didn't care. he would do anything to taste
the boy again.
"Anything," Frank offered, still moving his hand. "Anything you want.."
Gerard moved back down and as gently as possible pierced Frank's skin with his
fangs. He let the blood pool a bit before sucking it up with his lips as he
rutted against Frank's hand. Frank winced a little at the initial pierce of
skin, but kept his hand moving. It barely hurt, he found, almost felt good.
"Fuck Frankie, yes please more, fuck, I need more."
Gerard moved up and crashed his mouth against Frank's. He nibbled on his bottom
lip breaking the skin and sucking on it lightly. Frank kissed back as well as
he could, following Gerard's lead. His hand rubbed and pressed against Gerard's
length, hoping to carry him over the edge.
"Can I...*pant pant* I want to...I need to..."
"Let...let go, Gee. Wanna feel it..."
Gerard moved to Frank's neck and nuzzled it with his nose breathing him in
again. He let his fangs out a bit more just scraping the surface.
"Please Frankie, can I?"
Frank nodded wordlessly, tilting his head over to give Gerard access to his
neck. Gerard didn't wait, He pushed his fangs in truly tasting the boy. It was
enough to send him over the edge as he came hard against the boy's hand and
with his taste on his tongue. Frank groaned loudly, eyes rolling back at the
bite. He fell limp under the other, letting Gerard have complete control.
Gerard was careful not to take too much. He pulled away as his orgasm waned. he
licked over the wound to close it. he did the same to one on his chest and then
finally the one on his lip as he kissed the boy.
"Merry Christmas Frankie."
Frank kissed him back, blinking tiredly.
"Merry Christmas, Gee."
Gerard stripped them out of their pants without much argument from Frank. He
wasn't even interested in Frank's body right now. He pulled the covers over
their nearly naked bodies and pulled him into his arms as he drifted off to
sleep.
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Quinn was sitting in his room after listening in on Gerard and his pet's little
show. Twirling his whiskey mixed with some O negative as he contemplated. It
was worse than he thought, this wasn't simple lapse in judgement. Gerard Way
may not know it, but he's infatuated with the human. It's sick and disgusting,
making Quinn want to vomit at the mere thought. He'd have to work harder to
make sure the elder prince saw the error of his ways before it was too late.
Tossing back his bloody alcohol, he crushed the glass as he smirked. No... he
would would eliminate that human all together. He needed to be punished for
tainting the family, Quinn would be honored to deal out such punishment. First,
he needed to take care of the younger prince. He'd down his observations and
research. Michael was too radically liberal with his views on the relationships
of humans and vampires. He was part of the problem...
"Looks like we need something for Michael to do..." He hummed to himself. "We
can't have him playing Cupid anymore."
"What do you suggest Sir?"
Jepha slunk out of Quinn’s personal bathroom and into the bed. He was in one of
Quinn's button down shirts that was partially open. Scars and bite marks
littered the boy's body. Quinn smiled as his own pet slipped into bed, freshly
washed and smelling sweet. Just the way he liked.
"I think I shall speak with Don tomorrow..." He said, "I think I know of a
few.... scholarly opportunities on the the West coast for Michael."
He stroke the other's face lightly. "And I'll need you... to talk with that
ignorant human. Nothing too harsh but, I think the boy deserves to know his
place a little better. Don't you?"
Jepha slipped into Quinn's lap. "I'll do anything you ask me to Sir." He bat
his long lashes at the older vampire.
Quinn smiled and started placing small kisses along the other's scarred neck.
"You will befriend and warn the boy... about how pets are really treated. Once
their masters get what they want." He whispered before biting into Jepha's neck
harshly.
Jepha hissed as the fangs broke his already marred skin. "Yes Sir and then?"
Quinn drank from his pet for a few moments, feeling satisfied and licked up the
spilled blood before closing the wound.
"I'll take care of the rest, pet." He said softly, "And you'll get a new
playmate."
"Do miss my other one...what was his name again? Oh yes...prey."
Quinn chuckled, and pushed the boy away and onto the floor. "Goodnight, pet."
"Good night Sir." Quinn curled up on the tattered rags that made up his bed. He
sighed at the sting of the new bite mark and drifted off to sleep with dreams
of him helping to destroy the new pet.
*
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*
Frank woke up to his neck being sore and feeling a little gross. He groaned and
squirmed a little in Gerard's arms, turning to cuddle into his chest. Last
night's events replayed in his head and he blushed, hiding his face as he
thought about it. It had been amazing, better than he thought. Heart fluttering
he smiled to himself, wondering if this is what it was like being happy.
"Mmmm morning Frankie."
Gerard leaned in and kissed Frank pulling him close. Before Frank could
respond, he found lips on his own. Smiling, he kissed back for awhile before
pulling away.
"Morning."
"So what would you like to do today?"
"Um..." Frank wasn't sure, he didn't really have any ideas or something he
needed to do. "I don't know... is there anything you want to do?"
"Well..." Gerard wiggled his eyebrows at Frank as he leaned into nuzzle his
neck.
Frank blushed, and shook his head. "A-again?"
"Can you blame me? Besides, you taste so good...or I can taste you another
way."
Frank turned bright red and shook his head quickly. "I'm not ready for that
sort of thing.."
"Well then, let me just get a little nibble and make you feel good."
Gerard ghosted his hand over the top of the covers and Frank's morning wood.
Frank tried not to press into his hand right away, taking a deep breath to
compose himself.
"Gee, we just woke up."
"And that's the best time cause you are at your peak."
Gerard outlined his hand around Frank's cock and gave it a squeeze using the
friction from the blankets. Frank moaned quietly, feeling pleasure ride up his
spine. It did feel good, he had to admit. Biting his lip, he thought it over.
If they did mess around a little bit... he'd get to see Gerard all blissed out
as well. There were more benefits to outweigh his worries and doubts.
"O-okay..." He relented.
"Do you want me to stay above the covers or can I truly see you this time."
Frank swallowed, nervous. "See me how...?"
Gerard smirked realizing that Frank was that out of it last night
"Well baby, you might want to look under the covers. "
Frank blinked and only had to shift a little to realize he wasn't wearing
pants. And if the feeling of more skin against his own meant anything... it was
that Gerard wasn't either.
"When..." He breathed, going shy again.
"Well we were both pretty sticky and gross last night so I just stripped us
both, but I kept my promise and didn't look or touch."
Frank sighed in relief, but he was worried about doing anything with only one,
very easily removed later between him and Gerard's hands.
"Isn't...isn't this a little fast?"
"Frankie I..."
How was Gerard to explain that as his pet, he should have taken him as soon as
he moved in. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Come."
The door open and Peter bowed.
"Sorry Sir, but your father is looking for you."
"Ugh what does he want this early."
Gerard got up and out of bed heedless of having no clothing on.
Frank blushed and covered his eyes before he could see anything, a little
disappointed that they were interrupted. Again. He waited to see if Gerard was
going to leave right away or at least get dressed before continuing their talk.
Frank needed an answer. More importantly, he needed to ask more questions. Did
Gerard really like him the way Frank liked Gerard? Was there any sort of label
to this? Frank felt like such a girl for thinking like that, but after last
night... he didn't want to misinterpret anything.
Gerard slipped on a fresh pair of satin pants in order to follow Peter out of
the room. Just after he was tying the strings a waif of a boy slipped into the
room. He had a button down shirt, but nothing else.
"Hi, you must be the Prince's new pet, I'm Jepha."
Frank sighed, he wasn't expecting someone else to walk in. He sat on the bed
taking in the newcomer, frowning a little but making no comment on how he was
addressed by... Jepha.
"Um, hello." Frank replied, "Did...did Gee send you?"
"No, but my Master is in the meeting as well so I figured i would introduce
myself."
"Oh, uhm, well my name's Frank. It's nice to meet you."
"Is that what your Master calls you or your real name?"
Frank frowned, confused. "That's my real name...?"
"You are lucky he let you keep yours."
"I think you have the wrong impression of Gee."
"Who's Gee?"
"Gerard Way?" Frank tilted his head, thinking that much would be obvious.
Jepha gasped and looked around like someone would hear their conversation.
"Quiet! Someone will hear you and you will get in trouble!"
Jepha hissed through his teeth keeping his voice in a whisper.
Frank blinked, shaking his head at Jepha's worry.
"No, no it's okay." He said, and went to get up but stopped once he remembered
he wasn't exactly decent. "No one's gonna get in trouble."
"If I ever called my Master by his first name or a nickname, I would get beaten
with in an inch of my poor life."
Frank felt awful at hearing that, frowning sadly. He started to catch on
though, Jepha thought...
"Uhm, excuse my ignorance but... are you telling me you're a...a slave?"
"Well I'm called a pet, but I have no rights or belongings so yeah, I guess I
am."
Frank swallowed, feeling like that wasn't right but something told him that it
wouldn't change a thing if he said so. "I... I don't think Gerard sees me...as
that..."
"Oh...well maybe the Prince has different rules for his pets. Well I better go
before I get caught. It was nice meeting you Frankie."
"Uhm, yeah... bye."
Frank watched Jepha leave, waiting til he was gone to curl up under the covers.
Well, that answers some questions. He thought maybe Gerard had changed, that he
was being nicer because... because maybe... Frank sighed, refusing to finish
thought. He was so stupid, of course he didn't mean anything more than a pet. A
plaything...but if it meant staying here and by Gerard's side. He could keep
his own feelings to himself, so he didn't ruin this.
*
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*
Jepha moaned as he received his reward from his Master. Quinn stroked his pet's
cock, rolling his hips as he pressed into him deeply.
"You did well, my pet." He praised, "Keep this up and maybe I'll get you
something nice."
Quinn knew what Jepha always wanted. To be able to sleep on the bed. Anything
was better than the cold floor.
"I will Master, I promise."
Quinn smiled and kissed his cheek and neck, humming as he continued to provide
pleasure for Jepha, knowing the other would hold off until he had permission.
"Mmm, I'm thinking maybe you could have your own little dog bed," He said,
licking at his skin. "But maybe for a little while you can sleep in mine if you
do extra well. Tell me, what are you going to do next?"
"I ah ah ah, thought I would show him what I eat and where I sleep when I am
being punished."
"Mmm, you should tell him your duties first." Quinn told him, picking up the
pace. "Then tell him what happens if he fails his master."
"Yes Master, I will do that."
Quinn kept going, and nuzzled the other's neck. "Good boy, you can come." He
praised before biting into Jepha's neck.
That was all that Jepha was waiting for. His body seized up and he was spilling
over his thighs and stomach.
Quinn followed after him, still drinking from his slave as he continued to
pound into him. Once he was satisfied, Quinn let go of his neck and pulled out,
gently caressing Jepha's face, admiring how ruined he looked.
"We'll let the boys simmer for the holidays, with their thoughts. But when the
new year comes... some changes shall be made."
"I can't wait Master."
Jepha would have said more, but then he fainted.
Chapter End Notes
     I'm on time for once! Updating on a Friday!
     Things are heating up, eyy? Gosh Frankie, where's that shy kid?
     Anyway-
     Thanks for Reading!
***** It's Not As It Seems *****
Chapter Summary
     "Frankie, why, why did you do this to me, to us."
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"So Frankie, how are you and Gee doing?" Mikey noticed a big difference in the
way Frank was with Gerard now. They were closer and touched more and Frank had
a few tender marks on his body here and there.
Frank blushed, rubbing a spot on his neck that was a little sore from some
earlier fooling around. He was a little more comfortable with it, but he also
was pushing himself a bit. He had to be good for Gerard, so he never treated
him like Jepha seemed to be treated.
"We're doing great," Frank smiled, "Gerard's happy."
"Do you think your ready to take that next step?"
"Next...next step?"
"Yeah, you know...let him claim you."
"He's already bitten me." Many times... Frank thought to himself. "And... I
already belong to him. Doesn't he already have a claim?"
Frank was sure he knew what Mikey really meant, but he didn't want to think
about how he'll have to do.. that, eventually. Knowing it could change
everything, maybe once Gerard got what he wanted, the kindness would end.
"Frankie, those are just love bites..." Mikey sighed trying to explain to the
human. "Go talk to Pete, he'll explain everything."
"Do I really want to know?" Frank asked him.
"Look Frankie...I can tell you feel something for Gee and I think you are good
for him, and he likes..."
Mikey was interrupted by Quinn.
"Michael, your parents and I need to speak with you." Quinn told him, Jepha not
far behind him. "My pet can keep Frank company." Quinn smiled politely, though
it was more because he was glad to have stopped their conversation.
"Very well. See you later Frankie and think about what I said okay?"
Frank nodded a little, looking over at Jepha a little apprehensively.
Mikey squeezed Frank's shoulder and then left with Quinn.
Frank smiled at Mikey before looking to Jepha again. "Afternoon, Jepha." He
greeted politely.
"You are lucky that you get to be with both Princes."
"I'm sorry?" Frank gave him a funny look.
"The fact that both Way princes have accepted you as their pet."
"Oh, that's not the case." Frank said, shaking his head. "Mikeys just my
friend."
"Friend?"
"Yeah, my friend. We just, talk and hang out.... Mikey is... nice. And really
smart, sometimes we do do homework together."
"Oh, well I guess you are a special pet after all to have all
those...liberties." There was a jealous tone in Jepha's words. He wasn't even
allowed to go to school.
Frank blinked, feeling some negative energy coming off the other. He bit his
lip, trying to make the conversation less awkward. "Um... yeah, uh, do you...
want to do anything Jepha? There's movies, I have books, uhm, its kinda cold
but a walk in the garden is always nice."
"I'm not allowed to leave the house unless it is with my Master and I cannot
read.
"You can't read?" Frank asked, surprised and immediately feeling bad.
"No, pets can't go to school and I have been a pet for a long time."
"Oh... school is where I met Gerard and Mikey." Frank tilted his head,
wondering if he was missing something here. Maybe he wasn't a 'pet'. Maybe it's
something you're born into. "How did you...become one? If I can ask."
Jepha looked around like he would get in trouble if anyone heard him. "I was
from another clan that the House of Wolves took over."
"A vampire clan? As their...pet?"
"No I wasn't a pet then, I was..."
"Out now!"
Mikey returned and he was not happy at all. He yelled at Jepha and Jepha
scrambled out the door quickly. Mikey slammed the door and started pacing.
Frank jumped, startled at Mikey's outburst. He watched the other start pacing,
wondering what was wrong. "Mikey? What happened?"
"My Parents!" Mikey screamed with his hands clutched in his hair pulling on it
fiercely.
Frank was concerned and walked over to Mikey to try to calm him down. One hand
on his shoulder, Frank tried pulling his hands away. "What about them? Did they
say something? Do Something?"
Mikey deflated at Frank's touch. "They...ugh, they want me to...fuck, they want
me to go to California."
"What? Why?" Frank asked, "You can't just be expected to....to leave."
"I can be expected cause i"m the Prince."
"But why go to California?" Frank asked.
"Some business bullshit. Gerard really should be the one going, but Quinn
argued that I should also learn about the business in case something happens to
him...which he is not incorrect about, but still..."
"How long will you be gone?" Frank asked, concerned and not wanting one of his
only friends in the house to leave. Mikey and his friendship was the most
normal thing about his life right now. He didn't want to be alone when Gerard
was busy.
"Most of the month."
"That's... A long time."
"Yeah it is." Mikey circled his arms around Frank. He normally didn't like
humans much, but Frank was different. "I promise to text you and we can Skype
too."
Frank hugged Mikey back tightly, it was rare that Mikey showed affection. There
was no changing this plan apparently. "You'll have to teach me how to use Skype
again." Frank muttered. "I don't want you to leave."
"I will and it isn't till next week so let's try to have a good time till
then."
"Okay..." Frank sighed. Quinn was lurking around the corner, phone in hand as
he silently took a picture of the two embracing. His plan was falling together
perfectly, but this was a nice addition. He never thought he'd see something
like this. Getting what he wanted, he slipped away before the two boys broke
apart, going to search for his pet that must have been dismissed from the room.
"Now, let's go find Gee, I don't want him to hear the news from anyone else."
Mikey kept one arm around Frank as he led him up to Gerard's room.
*
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*
Frank and Mikey had found Gerard in the library, telling him about the trip.
Well, Mikey told him more about it, since Frank wasn't an expert on the exact
reasons nor was he there for the conversation. He did choose to stay with the
elder way when Mikey left, partly because he had a couple questions. "Gee...?"
"Yeah Frankie?" Gerard was a little preoccupied with his thoughts about
everything he just learned.
Frank wasn't sure where to start, so he just asked a sort of stupid questions.
"Are you going to make me drop out of school?"
"What?" Gerard turned to his pet now seeing how shaken he was. "Oh baby, no,
come here." Gerard held his arms open for the small human.
Frank stepped over, easily fitting into the other's arms.
Gerard wrapped his arms around Frank puling him into his lap. He gently
caressed his hair while giving him light kisses. "Why would you think I would
take you out of school?"
Frank relaxed in Gerard's lap, leaning into his touch before speaking. "Jepha
said pets can't go to school." He told him.
"Jepha? You've been talking to him? That's a surprise, Quinn doesn't let anyone
talk to him."
"He keeps coming around." Frank shrugged, "I think he doesn't like me much
though.""I am not surprised, you have many more freedoms than he would ever
have, but he is pet from a different situation. Do not mind him though. Now is
that all that is bothering you?"
There was a lot of things and questions that were bothering Frank. He was too
nervous about some of the answers though and chose to shake his head. "Not
right now."
Gerard tipped Frank's face so that he was looking in his eyes. "Are you sure,
you can ask me anything you know."
Frank stared back at Gerard, getting distracted by his eyes. He nodded after
realizing he hadn't answered, leaning in for a kiss. "I'm sure."
Gerard accepted the kiss and pulled the boy in more. Frank smiled, wrapping his
arms around the others neck. Gerard slipped his hands down to cup Frank's ass
and squeeze lightly. Frank giggled a little, pulling away enough to speak.
"You're insatiable, you know that right?"
"I cannot help it. You are too tasty to resist." Gerard leaned in and inhaled
Frank's skin. He grazed his fangs lightly against his neck waiting for the okay
from his pet.
Frank knew what Gerard wanted and simply tilted his head to the side, barring
his neck fully for the other. Gerard smiled before sinking his fangs into
Frank's body. He was gentle so there was minimal pain as he sucked the blood
that welled up from the wound. Frank closed his eyes with a hum, just enjoying
the feeling of the others mouth on his neck. He actually has come to enjoy it
very much. Gerard ran his hands all over Frank's body as he took in the gift of
Frank's life force. Frank groaned a little, moving one of his hands to tangle
in Gerard's hair. Gerard made sure that Frank's legs were around his waist as
he stood up and walked them to his bed. He gently laid him down careful to not
pull away and hurt him. Frank held onto the other tightly when he felt them
moving. It still somewhat surprised him how easily Gerard could lift and move
him around. Feeling the bed beneath him cause him to loosen his legs around the
vampires waist. Gerard finally pulled away licking the wound to close it.
"You do not know how much i want to make you mine."
Frank closed his eyes, keeping a sigh away. He wished Gerard would realize that
Frank was already his without having to own him. Instead, he calmly reopened
his eyes as he looked at the other. "I have another question."
"Ask me anything beautiful."
"Have you... Properly claimed others before?"
Gerard looked the boy in the eyes as he caressed his cheek softly. "No, no I
have not cause I never met anyone worth claiming before."
"But you haven't.. officially claimed me yet, right?"
"No, once I do no one will ever fuck with you again. They will know it will
mean facing me and the consequences."
Frank swallowed at the others tone. Reaching to lightly stroke Gerard's cheek,
wanting to keep him calm. "When?"
"When what baby?"
"When are you going to claim me?"
Gerard looked at the boy and then smiled fangs and all. "When you tell me
you're truly ready...or Valentines day cause i am a bit of a romantic."
"Valentine's day, huh." Frank thought about it, that wasn't too far away, he'd
have the time to think about this all. "I've never celebrated it."
"Me neither, so it will be special for both of us."
"Would things change?"
"Well as I said you would be mine fully, protected, and accepted."
Frank wasn't sure if Gerard truly didn't understand the meaning and weight of
his question, or if he was purposely avoiding it. Not wanting to tell Frank
something. "I see."
Gerard looked at the boy with concern.
"Is that not when you wanted to hear?"
"All I care about is you telling me the truth, which I know you do." Frank
didn't want to talk about it anymore, his insecurities probably didn't mean
anything. He needed to ignore them for now.
"I will always tell you the trust, I promise."
Frank gave him a small smile, and leaned up for a quick kiss. "Thank you."
That smile was enough to flood Gerard's cold heart with warmth. "Anything for
you my precious one."
***Time Stamp: One Week Later***
Gerard was exhausted. He missed his brother so much and it had only been a
week. He was forced to take on his duties as well since he was gone, which
meant working with some vampires he was not normally close to. This also meant
he couldn't spend as much time with Frank as wanted to. Still he promised Frank
a nice dinner tonight and was going to make good on it. He was about to leave
the office when a knock came upon the door. Gerard sighed.
"Come in."
Quinn stepped inside the office, shutting the door behind him gracefully before
approaching Gerard. "Ah, glad to have caught you, young Prince." Quinn greeted.
"I wish to speak with you about something."
Gerard gritted his teeth. He would apologize to Mikey when he next spoke to him
that he had to put up with Quinn. Never had he met such an insufferable vampire
before. he gritted his teeth keeping his gaze down. "Can it wait, I have
something important to do."
"I'm afraid this is a very important matter." Quinn said, knowing he needed to
keep Gerard away from his pet for awhile longer. He needed this moment to plant
more doubts, while Jepha was working on the boy.
"Very well, but be quick about it." Gerard couldn't keep the growl from his
voice.
Quinn could feel how annoyed the other was, but chose to ignore it. He took a
seat, and leaned on the desk. "You know, my pet Jepha is a loyal one. One of
the best I've ever had." He spoke, "He knows his place well, so well that he's
even able to set a good example for others. However, sometimes, others don't
seem to take to this lifestyle very well. Causing trouble and making other pets
uncomfortable."
"I do not know anything about your pet or any other's other than my brother's
and he is more servant then pet for both of us." Gerard didn't know how this
was urgent business.
"All pets should be servants." Quinn said matter of fact. "They should serve
their Masters in all aspects." Quinn gave Gerard an unimpressed look. "And they
should only care for their Master, only serve one Master. They should be kept
in line and know their place."
"Are you trying to say that I am misusing my brother's pet, cause that is
almost an act of treason on your part...Master Allman."
"This isn't about your brother's pet, he's following his duties. If your
brother wishes to allow sharing, that's his choice." Quinn stood up, giving
Gerard a hard look. "This is about your pet."
Now Quinn had Gerard's full attention. This time the grown was not suppressed.
"What about my Frankie?"
"I warned you before, about him." Quinn's face relaxed as he spoke. "You're too
infatuated with him to see it, what everyone else sees. The boy is merely using
you."
Gerard reached across the desk and grabbed Quinn by the throat. "You speak
lies!"
Quinn grunted, reaching to hold the other's wrist but didn't pull away. "I
assure you, I speak the truth. Jepha would not lie to me, and when he came to
me with concern for things that Frank had said... I did some investigating of
my own. Tell me, what do you truly know about this human?"
"I know enough to be satisfied!" Gerard tightened his grip.
Quinn winced, keeping a cough at bay as the grip around his throat tightened.
He expected anger, but this was over top for a pathetic human. "You're not
satisfied, are you?" He argued, "I see how he pulls away from you still,
keeping you on the edge while he's perfectly content. He's done this before,
practiced it. I wouldn't be surprised if you've witnessed how he uses others to
do whatever he pleases."
"I witnessed nothing of the kind! Now you have less then a minute to prove your
words or I will crush your throat and end your pathetic afterlife!"
Quinn took out his phone, opening up the picture of Mikey and Frank embracing.
From the angle you couldn't see their faces well, but it was clearly the the
two of them tightly holding each other. Almost like lovers saying goodbye.
"You're not the only one he's close to." Quinn stated darkly. "He's playing
with both of you, why do you think Michael was so reluctant to go?"
Gerard looked at the picture. He knew that Mikey and Frank had developed a
friendship of sorts, but he didn't know they were this close. He loosened his
grip on the other vampire slightly. "They are friends, nothing more."
"Friends who embrace each other so intimately, speak every night as if they
cannot stand the distance." Quinn rose a brow in question. "When Frank is not
with you, is it not Michael who he goes to immediately? And from what I can
understand, the younger prince is who convinced you to treat Frank so
specially, yes? Jepha has informed me that Frank requested him to do such a
thing."
Gerard let go of Quinn and sat down. "Mike...Michael would never betray me like
that."
"Michael is merely under the same deceit as you are. He would never do this in
the right state of mind." Quinn assured, knowing that he had the other now. "I
do believe there's is a way to fix this, multiple in fact. I know you have the
power to do either. I suggest either you reign in your pet and truly show him
who's boss, or abandon him now. He's unworthy to be in your home anyway."
"Get rid of...you speak nonsense now."
"Then do the first suggestion." Quinn shrugged and slowly went to take his
leave. "See how he does with a real Master and let relationship."
"He is not like Jepha though."
Quinn gritted his teeth from saying something too intense. "Jepha is special
case, but your pet is too free. You must admit"
"He's not too free."
"Isn't he?" With that, Quinn left the room to go collect Jepha before Gerard
went to get little Frankie.
Gerard sat there thinking about what Quinn said. He got up from the desk and
headed to his bedroom to change and get ready for dinner.
*
*
*
"Ugh, Frankie I am so bored and I miss you and Gee so much! I can't believe I
have two more weeks of this shit at minimum!" Mikey whined over Skype to Frank.
he sounded more like a child then a fearsome vampire prince.
Frank listened to Mikey whine, with a small laugh but his brain was elsewhere.
Lately, Jepha had been hovering around, often pointing out strange things Frank
was able to do or subtly bringing up what his life as a pet was like. Frank
didn't like Quinn, he figured that out quickly. He wished Jepha didn't have to
live the way he does, but at the same time, he felt something coming from the
other pet. He couldn't tell if it was jealously or general dislike.
"And then I had to read this huge proposal that I had no idea what it was about
and I had to decide if I wanted it or not! I mean what if I made the wrong
choice?"
"You'll make the right one, Mikey. You're smart." Frank assured him, coming
back to their conversation. He looked at the other with small smile.
"Ugh, enough about my personal hell, how are you and gee doing?"
"Oh uh, we're doing good. He's just been busy lately. Sometimes it's just a
little too quiet without you around."
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Gerard was heading down the hall to get Frank for dinner when he heard his
brother's voice. "I can't wait to get you back in my arms Frankie, I have no
one to cuddle with me and I'm so lonely."
Frank laughed and shook his head at the other getting so dramatic. It wasn't
like him and Mikey really cuddled all that often, but he still appreciated the
gesture. "I can't wait til your back either, with you around I won't feel so
lonely either." Frank said, wanting his friend back and his time with Gerard to
go back to normal.
"Soon honey, it will happen soon. Now, I should go, I know it is dinner time
there."
"Yeah, I gotta meet up with Gee. Bye Mikey!" Frank hung up the call and pulled
away from his desk. He really did miss Mikey, but right now he was looking
forward to dinner with Gerard.
Gerard couldn't believe what he heard. Everything that Quinn said was true. His
brother did have designs on his pet. He left them together so much. Gerard was
livid. He pushed Frank's door open with a bang.
Frank jumped as Gerard came him. He looked up to see the other was furious.
Concerned, he went right to the vampire unknowing of what he could be upset
about. "Gee? What's wrong? What happened?"
"You betrayed me! You lied to me and then you used me!" Gerard grabbed Frank by
the throat and lifted him in the air.
Frank gasped as the other grabbed at his throat, clinging to his wrist and
trying to wiggle free. "I-I didn't- what-" Frank was shocked, unsure what was
happening as he gasped for air.
"I have had enough of your deceitful ways. Perhaps not everything that Louis
said about you was a lie after all." Gerard dropped Frank from the height he
had lifted him to.
Frank fell to the ground roughly, landing on one of his wrists wrong. He was
shaking already, staring at the other with confusion and tears. "I don't know
what you're talking about!"
"More fucking lies and I don't want to hear them, just get out!" "Sir, your
family wants to know..." Pete appeared at the door. "Good, I don't have to call
you now. Have Patrick drop this worthless piece of shit back where it belongs!"
Pete looked down at the shaken and clearly hurt human. "Yes Sir, come with me
please Frank."
"Wait, no." Frank slowly got up, staring at Gerard. "I'm not lying, I don't
know why you're so upset with me!" Frank didn't want to be taken away, he
wanted to know what he did so he can fix it. He refused to leave Gerard like
this. Not when he....when he.... Frank tried to think about it all, and the
only thing he could think of is that Gerard is sick of waiting for him. "Is it
the claiming? I'll do it, I'll do whatever you want- just don't... don't push
me away."
Pete only saw Gerard lose his temper once and it was hell to clean up after
him. he walked in and carefully picked up the human boy. "Come, let's go."
"No! Gerard! Listen to me, tell me what I did! Gee!" Frank struggled against
Pete, even if the other was stronger than him. He didn't understand what had
changed, and as he was dragged away, he caught sight of Jepha. The other stared
back at him, almost like he pitied him before moving around the corner. "Pete,
let me go." He demanded, though it sounded weak as he started breaking down
further. Clearly Gerard was serious, he didn't even leave Frank's room as he
yelled for him.
"Frank you need to stop. You are not making it any better." Pete led him to the
garage. "Just go with Patrick and let him be, it will be fine tomorrow I am
sure."
Frank rubbed his eyes, shaking his head. He's seen how Gerard gets when he's
serious. This wouldn't get better. "It won't."
"Just wait." Pete nodded to Patrick and told his instructions. Patrick tipped
his hat and opened the door for Frank.
Frank stared at the car, unwilling to leave but knew he had no choice. He
looked at Pete, determined. "I know we haven't spoken much, but if you can.
Talk to Mikey." He asked, before getting into the car.
"I will, I promise."
Pete watched Patrick drive off with Frank. He then returned to the house and
Frank's room. As he predicted, Gerard had destroyed most of it. "It is done
Sir."
"Good. You will not speak of this to anyone, especially my brother. I want all
evidence of Frank eradicated from this house. He never even existed."
"Yes Sir."
Pete knew what he told Frank, but now he couldn't go back on a direct order. He
just hoped that his master would come home soon to fix whatever this error was.
Gerard stomped into his room. He saw the briefcase that Frank had bought him
and he grabbed it destroying it. He destroyed everything that Frank gave him
for Christmas. He whirled around in the middle of the destruction and saw the
stuffed otter. He grabbed it and started to tear it in half...but then stopped.
It smelled like Frank. He slept with it every night. Gerard collapse don the
bed. His sheets still smelled like him too. He crawled up to the pillow and
breathed deep.
"Frankie, why, why did you do this to me, to us."
Then Gerard did something he hadn't done since his grandmother, the matriarch
of the family was found staked. He wept till he passed out.
*
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*
Frank was taken to his step-dad's, and he forced himself to leave the car. He
cried the whole way, he was still crying as Patrick left him there. He looked
at the house, remembering who exactly resided in it and the times he had spent
there. They all had seemed so distant, but now... Frank knew he was going to be
in his old life again. His old misery. Though, it would likely be worse now. He
had finally been happy, and somehow it was just.... ruined. He didn't know how
he could fix it, when he didn't know how it all fell apart anyway. He thought
about everything that had been happening lately... Mikey left, Jepha hung
around more, Gerard was so busy.... Frank started to wonder if the other pet
had been trying to warn him. Maybe it was as simple as Gerard ran out of
patience for him. Which, to Frank, meant that he was right to be afraid of
claiming. He was sure now that everything would have changed after, that Gerard
would no longer be 'caring' or willing to listen to Frank when he said no. He
would have eventually ended up like Jepha. All this didn't make him feel better
though, he still wanted to just run back. He didn't care what happened, he just
wanted to be with Gerard. He loved him. And Frank never said it. He walked
through the yard, which was a complete mess, seeing the house was dark and
almost looked abandoned. Knocking on the door, he realized he didn't have
anything now. He was sent home with the clothes on his back. Hearing shuffling
from within the house, Frank braced himself to face Derek, wiping away the few
remaining tears on his cheeks. It didn't matter anymore, Frank would just lock
away the good memories he managed to make and try to move on. Even if it was
all fake, he didn't care. It was something to hold onto, something to keep him
going.
"Hang on." The voice was muffled through the door. It opened and there stood
Derek. "Oh, you're back. Well don't just stand there, you're letting out all
the heat, get in here."
Frank nodded, stepping inside. He noticed that Derek was a little docile, but
he doubted that would last. Taking in the state of the house, he crinkled his
nose a little in disgust. "I'm going to clean." Frank mumbled, walking away
from the other. He needed the distraction anyway.
Chapter End Notes
     I KNOW IT'S LATE I AM SO SORRY
     School starts again, and I had family Christmas going on and
     guhsanfkwjr
     Anyway, I promise to be on time this Friday <3
     Soooo....yeah that all just happened.
     Thank you for reading! - Oblivious
***** How to Self-Destruct by Frank Iero *****
Chapter Summary
     "Everything else is open other than claiming of course...oh and try
     to leave him in one piece, he can't heal yet."
     Frank blinked and stared at them very confused. "What.... What are
     you two talking about?" He asked, earning a smirk from Robert.
     "Oh honey... You didn't think you could just stay here for free did
     you?"
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
***Time Stamp: Two Weeks Later***
"This was Sir, I saw him duck into this alley. He didn't look good."
Jepha led his Master down the dark street to where he last saw Frank. Jepha had
been promised a great reward if he kept an eye on the discarded human. He noted
that the home he lived in was in squaller. His human father abused him almost
as much as Jepha was abused, but a vampire, even a pet heals and properly.
Frank had a visible dislocated wrist now and many marks on his body. Jepha
almost felt sorry for him...almost.
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Frank needed to get out of his house for awhile, he just needed the break. He
could feel his wrist stinging, and was sure he would need a doctor eventually
for it. It hadn't been the same since Gerard dropped him, but only got worse
when Derek's personality came back full swing. He was tired, so tired of
everything. He ducked down an alley to just get away from the world. Just for a
little while. Leaning against the wall, he closed his eyes and sighed. He
didn't cry, Frank hadn't cried since that day... He didn't want to feel
anything anymore, so he just pushed it all aside. It might be part of the
reason why Derek's abuse has been worse than ever, because Frank just doesn't
react to anything.
Quinn looked down the alley and smirked. It was perfect, he would get the human
to trust him and then..
"Well what are you waiting for you fool, go on and say your part!"
"Yes Sir." Jepha took a deep breath and spoke his lines. "This way Sir, It's a
short cut."
"I hope so, if we are late it will be your head."
Frank heard voices... familiar ones. He opened his eyes to look over to see
Jepha and Quinn coming down the alley. He was surprised, what are they doing
here? Jepha was leading Quinn his way, looking worried while Quinn was
frowning. As they got closer, Frank pushed away from the wall.
"Jepha?" He called, confused.
"Frank?"
Jepha feigned surprise at the human. He then felt Quinn push past him knocking
him into the wall of the alley hard. That was not discussed in the plan.
"Frankie, oh my is that really you? I have been looking everywhere for you!"
Frank stared at Quinn, confused. As the other approached him, he stepped back a
little. He didn't trust this guy, not at all.
"You... have?" He asked, disbelief clear in his voice.
"Yes, we heard all the commotion last week, but Gerard was enraged and he
wouldn't talk to anyone. He was so angry. We all feared for our lives."
Quinn knelt on the cold ground in front of the frightened human.
"Look at you. What's happened to you?" He reached up and touched the bruise on
the side of Frank's face gently.
Frank felt an ache in his chest at the reminder of what had happened. He was
distracted though when Quinn touched him. He jerked away. "Nothing. Why were
you looking for me?"
"I was worried about you. I tried to find out where you live, but Gerard..."
Quinn looked down. "No one can even say your name in the house."
"You were worried about me..." Frank couldn't think about why the other would
ever be worried about him, but the second sentence bothered him more. Gerard
must truly hate him if he didn't even want to hear Frank's name.
"I don't think... you should be talking to me then. I don't belong in that
house anymore, or maybe I never did. I don't want you to get in trouble.
Quinn grabbed for the boys' hand making full eye contact. Because of his
mother's side, he had expressive violet eyes that could light up when he wanted
them too, but also be cold and devoid of emotion. Today he lit them up of
course.
"You don't understand Frank, I don't care about them. I can handle Gerard, I
care about you. Look at you, what happened to you?"
Frank was confused, but he couldn't look away from Quinn's eyes. He seemed so
genuine, but the boy was sick of being fooled. It almost made him mad how
caring those eyes looked.
"The same thing that always happens to me." Frank snapped, unable to take this
anymore. "People either get what they want from me and change or they want to
hurt me. Ever since my mom died, my life has been hell and it all started at
home."
"You home, this happened at home?"
"I'm surprised no one has ever noticed." Frank laughed humorlessly.
"Well I am noticing now."
"It doesn't matter, I should probably be heading back anyway. Derek gets worse
when he's hungry."
Quinn's hand shot out. "I can't let you go back there and get hurt more. Please
let me help you. It's the least I can do since I didn't stop Gerard from
kicking you out.'
"I barely know you." Frank said, staring at him with narrowed eyes.
"Considering what you have to go back to...am I really any less of a bad
choice?"
"I don't know, are you?"
"What have you got to lose?"Frank thought about that, and realized...not a
whole lot. Things could get worse...but really, what hasn't he been through at
this point. "Okay."
"Good choice. Now the first thing we need to do is get you out of that house. I
have a friend that runs a safe house. Come I'll take you to him."
"Don't you have somewhere to be? I don't have anything on me right now." Frank
asked, remembering how Quinn and Jepha seemed t be in a hurry before.
"Well I was on my way to see a friend, but you are much more important."
"Well... okay. Lead the way."
"Excellent." Quinn stood up and led Frank out of the alleyway ignoring Jepha
and letting him catch up on his own. They headed down a few blocks to a quiet
warehouse district.
"Around the back so that no one sees you."
Frank glanced around, feeling like this wasn't what he was expecting. He didn't
question it though, following Quinn's direction.
"This is the entrance that we have people use that are worried about being
followed."
"Do you hide people often?"
"Not often, but I am sure you can understand how some vampires wouldn't see why
you deserve aid being a human and all."
Frank was skeptical but just continued to follow, going quiet.
Quinn knocked on the door with a kind of code. Like in the movies a little door
slid open with two eyes peeking out. "Hey, It's Quinn, i got another." The door
opened after a few locks being released and a man with long dark hair appeared.
"Well hi there, what's your name?"
Frank looked at the strange man, who seem to be looking over him, interested.
"I'm Frank..."
"Nice to meet you Frank, my name is Mr. McCracken, but you can call me Robert."
"Nice to meet you as well."
"Well come on in. It's still early, but you look like you could use a nap. Let
me show you to your room.
"Okay." Frank knew this was a bad idea, but he didn't really care. Not yet at
least, as he stepped into place to follow Robert.
Robert led him up a set of stairs to a series of rooms. "No one is here right
now, they are all out working."
He stopped at a room marked 25. "Ah, here we are."
Robert opened the door, Inside was a bed, nightstand and lamp. Off to the side
was a bathroom.
"It's a little bit spartan, but I hope it will work for you."
"It's great, really. Thank you." Frank said politely, glad to see the room was
decent. Better than home. He walked inside, taking it in.
"Well we we leave you to rest and I will wake you up when it is time to eat."
"Thank you." Frank was feeling pretty tired, the week had been taking his toll
on him. Waiting until Robert left, he slipped out of his jeans to crawl into
the bed.
Robert locked the door quietly from the outside. He then led Quinn down to the
main floor. There were only a few customers right now. He sat down at a table
with Quinn across from them. Quinn sent Jepha to get them drinks.
"He's a nice piece of ass, where did you find him?"
"I'm not sure if you heard the rumors, but that... was Gerard Way's pet."
Quinn smirked, taking his glass from Jepha once he returned. Taking a long sip,
he continued.
"It took a lot of work for me to separate little Frankie from him, but it will
be well worth it. You can have him work while he's here, but I have a few
rules..."
"Rules cost more money and I haven't even agreed to buy him yet." Robert sipped
his own drink.
"Trust me, you're going to want to take this deal." Quinn set his glass down,
and began talking business.
"Rule one, no one can fuck him."
"Are you shitting me right now? What good is he going to even be to me?!"
"Shut up and listen Robert." Quinn spat, giving Bert a dark look. "You can let
people do whatever else they want, but no penetration. I want to save him for
the next auction... on Valentine's Day. He'll bring up a pretty penny....
considering he's a virgin."
"Oh...oh well that's a different story. Do I get a cut of the price?"
"We can split it... thirty to seventy."
"Hmmm, you think he will go for that much?"
"Oh Robert, you've seen him. Small, pliable, attractive."
Quinn chuckled, fantasizing about Frank himself a little. He reached for his
pet's arm, forcing the other to set his hand in his lap. "Anyone without a
claim will happily fork up some cash for him. And working here will mean he'll
be trained as well. He'll be broken, but not yet tainted."
"I like the way you think. Yeah, okay, but you said rules. So what are the
others?"
"I get to have him whenever I please. I'm priority when it comes to him, I
don't care what's happening or not."
"Is that it?"
"We need a gag on his customers." Quinn added. "I cannot be caught doing this,
and if word does get out. I wasn't involved. I was never here. Frank walked in
on his own."
"My dear Sir, discretion is part of our charm. No one will know anything, you
have my word."
"They better not. Now, if you excuse me. I must depart." Quinn stood up, and
looked to Jepha with a smile. "I'll be back for some fun.. but we have
somewhere to be."
"Don't worry, by the time you come back, I will have broken him in nicely."
Robert looked at the clock. They would be open in a few hours. He knew just the
customer to set up for Frank's first day.
"Shouldn't take much. Just bat him around a bit. Jeph, come. You'll have to
entertain me tonight." Quinn commanded as he began to leave, feeling proud that
everything worked out in his favor. It always did...
*
*
*
Frank was woken up by the sound of voices. There were two, just outside the
door before it was opened. Frank groggily woke up and sat up, seeing Robert and
a stranger. A vampire, he was looking at him with what could only be described
as a creepy look.
"This is the newbie huh?"
"Yeah, but he's got rules."
Robert leaned in and whispered in the vampire's ear watching him go from
frowning to a smirk.
"Well then, I will look forward till that day."
"Everything else is open other than claiming of course...oh and try to leave
him in one piece, he can't heal yet."
Frank blinked and stared at them very confused. "What.... What are you two
talking about?" He asked, earning a smirk from Robert.
"Oh honey... You didn't think you could just stay here for free did you?"
He laughed as he accepted some cash from the stranger. Frank felt something
stir in his guy, making him feel sick. He already knew he had been right not to
fully trust Quinn. Something wasn't right. Robert moved to the door. Frank
turned his attention to the newcomer. He stared as the other started to
unbutton his shirt, licking his lips.
"God, I love my humans small and cute, wish I could wreck that body of yours
but... Guess I'll have to just settle."
He started getting closer, watching in delight as Frank's face went from
confusion to disgust and fear.
"Don't worry, baby. If you're good, maybe I'll be gentle."
Frank swallowed and tossed his covers off so he could try to bolt out of bed
and for the door. He didn't want this, anything but this.
"It will lock from the outside for the hour so there will be no escape for him.
Have fun."
"Oh I will." The door clicked shut and Frank was alone with the vampire.
"Now...let's get to know each other shall we?"
Chapter End Notes
     Hey guys! So, I started school this week (and I'm sure some of you
     have as well) But look!! I'm on time!!
     It's latish, but shhhh
     Anyway, I just wanted to say that I really, really appreciate all the
     comments we get and unfortunately I don't always have the time to
     respond to them (and I feel weird responding when its been like hours
     and hours later >.<) So I just wanted to take this moment to say
     thank you, from the bottom of my soul, for reading and commenting <3
     ~Oblivious
***** The Mistakes We make *****
Chapter Summary
     Gerard growled low and menacing.
     "You hit him."
     "What if I do?"
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Mikey had arrived home and was eager to see Frank. He hadn't heard from the boy
for the last two weeks. His phone was going to voicemail. Gerard wasn't
receiving his calls either. Mikey walked into the house...and he could tell
something was off. He saw Peter first.
"Peter, where is my brother and Frankie?"
Pete bit his lip, wondering if the question was good enough to excuse him
telling Mikey what happened. He sighed a little, thinking he should start
delicately.
"Master Gerard has locked himself up inside his room.... and Frank has been
dismissed, sir."
"Dismissed? Dismissed how?"
Pete knew this was the moment he had to tell what had happened
. "Master Gerard dismissed him... he suddenly became very angered with Frank,
claiming he had been lying and had me escort him out. Frank was reluctant to
go, but I could not go against your brother."
"So with practically no explanation he just kicked Frank out?"
"He has barely left his room since, sir." Pete said, feeling a little down
himself. Frank had always been kind to him. "I've noticed... Master Quinn
seeming to be hanging around a bit, and his pet was snooping in Frank's room
after the incident. I was sure Gerard would come to his senses, but it's been
well over a week."
"I will talk with him, meanwhile, can you try to find out what happened to
Frank? Ray and Bob know where he lives."
"You wish for me to travel with Ray and Bob to Frank's residence?" Pete
clarified. "Would you like me to bring him back if he's there?"
"No, just report back. It will be Gerard that brings him back with an apology."
Pete nodded, and bowed. "I will contact your colleagues and report back
immediately sir."
"Very good and than you Peter. Now to go and talk to my brother."
"I wish you good luck, sir." Pete left to phone Ray and Bob so they could go to
Frank.
Mikey headed down the hallway to where the bedrooms were. He peeked into
Frank's old room. It was stripped bare. It looked like the boy never even
existed. He moved onto his brother's room.
* knock knock *
"Gee?"
"Go away."
Mikey frowned, and knocked again. It was only out of courtesy this time. He
wouldn't be knocking a third time.
"Gerard, open this door. We need to talk."
"I said no one is to disturb me!"
Mikey rolled his eyes and kicked open the door anyway. He wasn't in the mood
for Gerard's brooding, not when there was so many questions he had now.
"Gerard! You will speak to me right now. First, you don't even come to see me,
greet me in coming home after being gone, and then I come home from a lonely
trip from the airport to find you brooding in your room while Frank is gone?
What happened after I left?"
"Michael, when did you arrive?"
"I landed about an hour ago, now answer my question. What. Happened."
"Nothing, I had been much busier than I anticipated with you gone and I decided
that I worked better without distractions."
Mikey frowned deeper, and walked up to Gerard. This wasn't the brother he had
left when he needed to go to California, Gerard sounded like a robot.
"Gerard, what happened to Frank?" He asked.
"He's gone."
"I gathered that from what Peter told me and the state of his room. Why is he
gone? Pete said you dismissed him in a fit of anger.
"I just realized he is not what I needed."
"Not what you..."
Mikey's eyes widened and he growled in frustration. He didn't understand what
this cryptic bullshit was about, but he was sick of it now. He grabbed Gerard
by the shoulder, making him look at him.
"You're going to tell me that the one person who finally made you feel
something good, was unneeded? Are you a fool? Frank is exactly what you needed,
who you needed and you're telling me you just threw him away? After everything,
how hard you worked to get him to open up? Frank finally began to trust you as
well, feel for you. He loved you, you.. you fucking imbecile!"
Gerard looked at Mikey worried at first, but then remembered what heard and
began to growl.
"No little brother, it is you that needed Frank, you that he wanted! I heard
the two of you talking! I know you wanted him for yourself and were using me,
both of you!"
Mikey stared at him, completely dumbfounded.
"Where in the world did you get an idea like that? Do you not think if I wanted
Frank, I would have pushed him to you?"
Gerard laughed at his brother's words.
"Oh Michael, you used me to hide your true intentions. I don't know why you
didn't just claim him on day one."
Michael clenched his hands together, glaring at Gerard.
"I can't believe you think I would betray you like that. I have zero interest
in Frank romantically, or even as a pet. He is my friend and nothing more."
"You're friend huh? So you pine to your friend about how much you miss sleeping
with him?"
Gerard was saving this part up as his coup de gras.
Mikey frowned before realizing what Gerard was talking about. He snorted and
rolled his eyes.
"I'm surprised you're not fluent in sarcasm, Gerard. How could you make
assumptions based on a skype call that you apparently only caught the tail end
of?"
He threw his hands up as he started to pace. "Even so, surely Frank would have
told you the same thing. I was not /serious/ about wanting to snuggle or
anything like that. Sure, I would have maybe hugged Frank but I don't know how
many times I must explain that I harbor no feelings for him. Not that it would
matter, because it's not me Frank wants either. It's you."
"Frank doesn't want me, the mere thought of me touching his body send him into
waves of fear."
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I must disagree. It was no fear, you were sensing.
Maybe in the beginning, but as time went on Frank wasn't afraid of you."
Mikey gave him a look, feeling like this shouldn't have to be explained. "Frank
knew that he had a choice, and he's shy. He's always been closed off, and
you're used to moving fast with your playthings. Frank was nervous, but I know
he wanted to progress with you because he's told me. I'm not sure what was
holding him back, but I think it's because of how humans usually court each
other."
"Wait...you are saying he was courting me?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying." Michael pinched the bridge of his nose. "He's
not used to our ways, Gerard. He wouldn't know, and I tried to explain, to get
him to ask you to explain. Frank was afraid of becoming a slave, that much is
clear."
He sighed, and glanced at Gerard. "He didn't want to just be your pet,
brother."
"But he..."
Gerard was confused now and then he remembered Frank's words to him that day.
"When are you going to claim me?"
Gerard looked at the boy and then smiled fangs and all.
"When you tell me you're truly ready...or Valentines day cause i am a bit of a
romantic."
"Valentine's day, huh." Frank thought about it, that wasn't too far away, he'd
have the time to think about this all. "I've never celebrated it."
"Me neither, so it will be special for both of us."
"Would things change?"
"Well as I said you would be mine fully, protected, and accepted."
Frank wasn't sure if Gerard truly didn't understand the meaning and weight of
his question, or if he was purposely avoiding it. Not wanting to tell Frank
something.
"I see."
Gerard looked at the boy with concern.
"Is that not when you wanted to hear?"
"All I care about is you telling me the truth, which I know you do."
Frank didn't want to talk about it anymore, his insecurities probably didn't
mean anything. He needed to ignore them for now.
"I will always tell you the trust, I promise."
Frank gave him a small smile, and leaned up for a quick kiss.
"Thank you."
That smile was enough to flood Gerard's cold heart with warmth
"Anything for you my precious one."
Gerard fell back on his bed heavily.
"He asked me about claiming him and he sounded uncertain, but I didn't bother
to notice."
"Do you believe me now then?" Mikey asked, staring at Gerard. He could see the
other was thinking about it, but Gerard can be stubborn at the worse times.
"I was a fool. I listened to others opinions and let them cloud my judgement."
"Wait.... who was telling you that I and Frank were attempting to go against
you?" Mikey asked, concerned.
"Well it was..."
At that moment there was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Peter appeared, but with a solemn look on his face.
"I found where Frank was living."
"And?" Mikey looked over to Pete, waiting. "Is he alright?'
"He is not there."
"What do you mean he's not there? Where is he then?"
"We are not sure, his...father was unable to provide information."
"Didn't Ray and Bob persuade him?"
Gerard was getting upset now.
"The human was passed out when they arrived...from imibing."
"His father was passed out from drinking?"
Mikey frowned, what sort of parent is drunk off their to such a point? It was
barely noon now, where could Frank be?
"Were there any clues to where Frank would be? A note or something?"
"No, but the home..."
Peter didn't want to believe what Ray told him. About the squalor, no food in
the house, alcohol all over the place and Frank's room...
"Not the best environment to raise a child."
Mikey crossed his arms, thinking it over. He always wondered why Frank was
so... Well, kind of terrified of anyone new.
"Are Ray and Bob in the car or still at the house, I think we need to pay a
visit ourselves."
"No they have returned."
"Good cause I am going."
Gerard got up and left the room. He found Ray and Bob and got Frank's address
from them. He grabbed his coat and stepped into the garage.
"Sir are you going to need the car tonight?"
"No Patrick, I will be driving myself."
"Very good Sir."
Gerard chose the sleek roadster that Mikey liked to drive. He put the address
int he GPS and took off into the night.
"You might want to send someone in to clean up. The place smells like sick and
blood, but not the pleasant kind...although the lingering fear is nice."
Robert nodded to Frank's most recent customer. Frank had been with four so far
today. He was making some good money off the human. He went upstairs and opened
the door. The place indeed reeked. The boy was nowhere to be seen, but Robert
wasn't worried. He knew there was no place for him to go. He walked past the
mess int he bedroom to the bathroom. There he found the boy passed out in the
tub. He had vomited from his last customer and was bleeding sluggishly.
"Guess you're done for the night."
Robert just left the room and turned out the light. He locked the door and went
back downstairs.
*
*
*
Gerard arrived at Frank's home. It was a sight. It could have been a quaint
cottage style home, but the yard was a mess. Even int he winter it was easy to
tell that there was no care to the lawn of trees. Gerard got out and walked up
to the house. He opened the door and gasped. The floor was littered with empty
bottles of beer and hard liquor. It reeked of garbage from fast food. There was
no one in the living area so Gerard checked the kitchen. The refrigerator door
was partially ajar and Gerard could smell spoiled food...well what little there
was inside. Mostly it had cases of beer. He slammed the door shut and opened up
the cabinets. Spilled food that rodents had gotten into. Nothing substantial to
eat for humans at all. Was this how Frank lived now or before Gerard
had...rescued him. Gerard slammed them close too and stalked through the house
down the hall to the bedrooms. He found Frank's room right away...well it was
more like a closet. There was a thread bare mattress with a ratty blanket on it
and a pillow that had long ago lost most of its filling. There were no books,
toys, or anything that a teenager would own. This looked more like the room of
a slave.
"Who the fuck are you and why are you in my house?"
Derek had emerged from his room, he changed his clothes after waking up. He
looked for Frank, wanting breakfast but the little shit was nowhere to be
found. He already had a beer in hand as he stared at Gerard, wondering who the
hell he was.
"You're trespassing."
"Are you his father?"
Gerard looked at the pathetic excuse for a human before him. He was obese from
an alcohol diet and clearly never took care fo himself. Derek frowned at him
and realized he must have been talking about Frank.
"That worthless piece of shit isn't related to me, I just got stuck with him
when that bitch died."
"Wait...you aren't even his..."
And it all started to click for the elder vampire. This was the reason Frank
was who he was. This was why he was scared to be loved, scared to be taken care
of. He had not experienced it in his own home.
"You hit him."
Derek blinked and stared at him for awhile before catching something.
"You're not some CPS or cop, you're a fucking vampire. Why are you bothering me
about this, get out of my house!"
Gerard growled low and menacing.
"You hit him."
"What if I do?"
Derek challenged, taking a swig from his bottle.
"He isn't yours to hit."
"Little fuck deserves it. I didn't ask for him."
Gerard was seeing red now. Didn't this...human know what happens to those that
touch what is his and yes, Frank was his. He grabbed the man by his throat and
lifted him high in the air. Derek coughed and choked a bit, kicking his legs.
"Wait... wait." He gasped, starting to fear for his life before something else
finally registered to him. "Are you... are you Gerald?"
Gerard growled more squeezing his neck tighter. "That Master Way of the House
of Wolves to you human scum!"
"Stop!" Derek gasped, trying to suck in air. "He-he talked about you. In his
sleep- fuckin...fuckin woke me up with his crying..."
"What did he say?"
Derek smirked a little. "Something about you abandoning him."
Gerard took his free hand and punched Derek int he stomach.
"Don't you dare make that face at me, I could kill you with just my bare
hands!"
Derek hissed in pain, feeling his brain rattle a little. "Don't know who you
are, dunno what you did. The kids been awfully quiet. Least he kinda listened
better."
Gerard was tired of the human. He was giving him no good information to find
Frank. He was useless. He was expendable.
"You serve as no use to me."
"Then get fuck outta my house."
Gerard smiled and closed his hand tighter.
"Yes. I think I will be taking my leave."
Derek gasped, tugging on Gerard's wrist. "L-let me go!" He asked, realizing the
other had no intention to do so. "Please, just let me go. I won't tell the
cops, just... just...stop."
"The cops?"
Gerard reared his head back and laughed. He pressed his long fingers and nails
into Derek's soft flesh feeling the slick of his blood coating them
"I have no fear of them."
Derek groaned in pain, trying to get free. "Please, I'm begging you." He cried,
"I'll do whatever you want, anything!"
"Anything I want?"
"Anything!"
"I want you to go back in time and fix what you did."
"I...what? I can't-"
Gerard smirked. "Guess you can't do anything can you?" Gerard squeezed tighter
feeling his fingers penetrating the fragile skin.
"Please...please don't."
"How many times did he say that to you?"
Derek stared at him, dumbfounded and unable to answer.
"How many times did he beg you to stop. Beg you to not hit him, not hurt him,
to just love him? HOW MANY?!"
"I... I don't know. He didn't... I wouldn't-"
"You know what, I've had enough of you. You bore me."
Gerard increased the pressure as he grabbed at Derek's vocal chords and ripped
them out. He threw his across the hall into the wall.
"Enjoy your last few moments of existence."
Derek couldn't even scream, just making gurgling noises as he landed in a heap.
He could barely even move, the shock and pain making him only able to barely
flail.
Gerard stalked out of the house. There was nothing here for Frank anymore. He
got back int eh roadster and drove back tot he House. Now he just had to figure
out where the boy was.
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Frank had been at this for three weeks now. This 'working' and Robert so
happily put it. He didn't fight or tried run from 'clients' anymore. He just
let them do what they wanted, he didn't care anymore. There was only one person
he actively defied. Quinn. He came every day to torture, use, and taunt Frank.
But Frank refused to give him any real satisfaction. When he was with Quinn,
Frank refused to make a sound. He barely looked at the bastard who had ruined
his life. Frank could tell Quinn was frustrated with it, even if he tried to
hide it behind his cocky attitude. It made Frank a little satisfied to know he
got under Quinn's skin. It was the only enjoyment he had anymore. Everything
else had become meaningless. He knew it was nearly time yet again for Quinn to
show his face. Frank had rinsed his mouth out from the last guy, the come
drying on the carpet from when he spat out the substance as soon as his latest
customer left. As if on a timer, the door opened the Quinn walked in.
"Hello Frankie, miss me?" Quinn didn't even wait fro an answer, he grabbed at
the boy and ripped what little clothing he had on off. "We're gonna play a new
game tonight."
Frank flinched a little as his clothes were ripped. He finally got new ones,
and of course Quinn ruined those as well. They were already ratty, but at least
they covered something. Frank barely gave him any attention, just waiting for
Quinn to proceed with whatever he had planned.
"Since you like being quiet so much with me, I thought we would see how quiet
you can be."
He threw Frank on the bed and with his vampire speed handcuffed him to the head
board.
"Now..." He pulled a box out of his coat and opened it up. Inside were a dozen
needles of different thicknesses. "...let's get started."
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry guys, yesterday I was busy with school things and then today
     Archive decided it hated everyone.
     Anyway, looks like Gerard finally learned his lesson- and more about
     Frank. Things are unraveling, slowly but surely!
     As always, thank you for reading and commenting <3
***** A New Connection? *****
Chapter Summary
     Mikey was sick of this, Frank could be hurt. He could be...
     "What if...maybe he couldn't take it anymore..."
     "Don't...don't even say it."
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"Excuse me Sir, may I talk to you please?" Jepha had taken all the courage he
had left to make his way to the young prince's office.
Mikey was trying to see if any of the 'leads' they had on Frank were real. So
far, nothing.
"I'm busy." He growled, turning to see who was trying to see him. "Who the hell
are you? Go away."
Jepha cringes in the doorway. Why would the next in line of the House of Wolves
know who he was.
"Sorry to disturb you." He whispered as he made his turned away.
Mikey sighed, and rubbed his face. "Wait, I apologize for my rudeness. What did
you need?"
"Nothing important."
"Clearly it was if you came to me, the young Prince of this household. Now tell
me."
"I just..."
"I don't have all day."
The coldness in Mikey's voice makes Jepha shiver. He moves leaving quickly and
runs into Gerard.
"Watch it!"
Gerard pushed past him and walks into Mikey;s office.
"Any more luck on your end, I have had none." He collapses on the sofa. "It's
like he's disappeared off the face of the earth."
"I haven't had any luck either. I can't find anyone who knows something."
Mikey was immediately distracted by Gerard, feeling pain in his chest as he
remembered that they've literally gotten nowhere.
"Maybe we need to post a reward, for anything. Information, location, and
fucking lead of some sort. Frank couldn't have just..."
"NO! It could be seen as a sign of weakness. I don't need Frank being used
against the House."
Gerard closed his eyes and rubbed his face. "There has to be something. Some
lead we haven't found. Someone we haven't spoke to!"
"We've spoken to everyone we could think of Gerard! It's not like I can just go
out on the streets with a picture asking anyone where he is."
Mikey was sick of this, Frank could be hurt. He could be...
"What if... maybe he couldn't take it anymore..."
"Don't...don't even say it." Gerard got up and stormed out of the room.
Mikey sighed, and leaned against the desk. It's only the second time he had
brought up the thought. But it's the only explanation he had. He put his head
down instead, unsure of what he could do now.
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*
"Stupid, what the fuck were you even thinking."
Jepha was in his Master's bedroom waiting for him to come home, but he hadn't
in four days. Jepha had a feeling he wasn't tonight either. He was out of food.
Every since Quinn became enamored with the human, he cared less and less for
him...not that he cared much for Jepha at all. He was a pet and worth nothing
in a vampire's eyes. He looked at the clock. It was late.
"Maybe i can sneak down."
He knew he could get in trouble, but he was so hungry now. He carefully made
his way to the door and opened it quietly. The hall was empty and dark. He
didn't have a sense in the dark like the vampires did, but he knew the House
pretty well. He made his way down the stairs to the kitchen.
Mikey was sitting in the kitchen, drinking a glass of chilled blood. He was
tired and stressed, unable to talk his brother into either accepting that Frank
was never coming back or to try his idea for a reward. He knew his brother
would eventually go mad, searching for the human. Mikey already felt himself
beginning to. He wanted Frank back, sure, but Gerard... Gerard almost needed
him back. He saw Jepha walked in but was too deep in his thoughts to care what
he was doing here, until the pet went for the fridge. The one they didn't use
for blood.
"What are you doing?"
Jepha jumped cursing himself for not noticing the young Prince. He slipped and
banged his head hard on the door falling and slicing his arm on the corner of
the metal table next to the fridge. Mikey had stood with intention to help, but
when the smell of blood hit his nose he was taken back. The nights and days
have been long with searching, he barely fed properly in weeks. Covering his
mouth and nose, he tried to reel back in some control before he ended up
attacking the human before him. It took everything in him to attempt to wave
him off.
"You... need to go." He growled, unable to hold back much longer.
"Yes, right, sorry Sir, I didn't..."
Jepha tried to get up, but he found himself taken by a dizzy spell and fell
again.
Mikey saw him fall again, and thought maybe he could just...help him up and
leave. He took a couple uneasy steps closer, but the closer he got, the
stronger the smell was. He did help the pet to his feet, but Mikey couldn't
stop from pinning him against the counter.
"I'm sorry."
He bit out, though there was no resisting temptation now, Mikey wasn't a
savage. He cradled the other's head carefully, tilting it so he could mouth
Jepha's neck before biting down in a smooth motion to cause a little pain as he
could. Jepha gasped. He wasn't used to this kind of treatment. He was used to
being used, thrown around, forced. This was almost...kind. For the first time
since he was back in The Canyon's with his clan he almost felt...normal.
Mikey drank from the other slowly, eyes slipping shut as he took his fill.
Slowly, the bloodlust began to die down and by the time he was finished, he
almost felt too full. He licked the wound to heal it carefully, pulling away
with intention of apologizing and properly getting the boy some help. Jepha's
eyes were lidded with pleasure. His mouth was parted and a small moan escaped
his lips. Mikey noted the other's pleasure and blinked in surprise. He gently
moved the hand that was cupping the human's face, down to his chest, trying to
ground him.
"Master, that felt so good, so good, please don't hurt me now, don't take it
away."
"Shh, I am not your master." Mikey frowned, realizing that he did know this
human. He had come to his room... but he was familiar in another way. "I won't
hurt you."
"Thank you Master."
Mikey sighed, realizing that the pet was deep in sub space already. He would
have to coax him out of it gently so they could make sure both his head and arm
were okay.
"You did good, pet." He praised, "Can I see your arm? I want to make sure
you're okay."
"Yes Master." Jepha lifted his arm and showed the vampire the wound.
Mikey carefully looked at the wound, realizing it wasn't too deep. The blood
was still tempting, but he held back enough to simply closed the wound with a
few licks in oppose to taking another bite. Jepha moaned again and grabbed into
the vampires arm.
"Please Sir, please, I promise to be so good for you, so good, just...may I eat
first? I promise I'll take care of you, if you let me, please Sir."
Mikey looked at him sadly, wondering why the real Master hasn't fed his pet if
he was hungry enough to be asking for it.
"Of course, what would you like?" He asked. "Its too late for the cook to make
you anything, but I'm sure we have fruit or something easy to make."
"Master is too kind. I would be happy with just a few crackers, just something
to make the pain go away."
"That's not enough if you're feeling pains." Mikey spoke calmly and moved to
check the fridge himself. "When did you last eat, pet?"
"I...I ran out of the food you gave me two days ago, I'm sorry."
Mikey raised a brow as he got out a bowl of fruit. "And....do you remember
where I've been?" He asked, not handing over the food quite yet.
Jepha whimpered. He wasn't supposed to talk about the other human. He wasn't
supposed to worry about being replaced. Hot tears started to form and
threatened to spill out.
"I promise Master, I didn't...I wouldn't.. please please don't punish me
again."
"Shh, shh" Mikey moved the bowl to the other's hand, realizing it wasn't going
to be that easy. "No punishments, you're being a good boy."
"No no, I haven't. I haven't taken care of you like I should. I haven't made
you happy. You haven't hit me or touched me in weeks."
Jepha started to hyper ventilate as the tears fell quickly now. Mikey set the
food aside to bring the human closer, rubbing his back awkwardly. He wasn't
sure how to handle this, he was very confused and worried about this human's
mental state.
"You are good boy, being so well behaved for me right now." He tried, "Just
take the bowl and sit down. Eat slowly, I have to... do something."
"Are you leaving me again Master?"
"No, just need to step out. I'll be back before you're done eating." Michael
wasn't good at this, he needed Gerard's help.
"Yes Master."
Michael walked out of the kitchen, pausing to be sure the other was eating
before rushing up to Gerard's room.
"Gee?"
Gerard was sleeping soundly clutching the stuffed animal that once belonged to
Frank. Apparently he hadn't gotten rid of everything of his. Mikey sighed as he
saw the scene, feeling bad as he walked in to shake his brother.
"Gerard, wake up."
"G'way."
"Gee, I have a really odd pet in the kitchen and I don't know what to do."
"Feed it, fuck it, and go to sleep."
"I'm trying to feed it but it keeps calling me master and saying I've been
gone."
"Then knock it the fuck out, for fuck sake Mikes, I'm trying to sleep. Beat it
till it leaves you alone."
Gerard yawned and snuggled back into the soft fake fur. "Mmmm Frankie."
"Gerard fucking Way, get out of bed now and help me out here. I think I
recognize this pet anyway, he was always following that one cousin. What's his
name."
Mikey frowned, thinking about it. "Something weird, with a Q."
Gerard rolled over.
"Q? You mean Quinn? Yeah, his pet is Jepha, we got him after we destroyed the
Canyon clan from Utah. I think you were just a kid back then. Quinn killed his
Master, something with a B and took control of him. Wait...he's not human."
"What.... what do you mean?" Michael was surprised to learn that, and blinked.
"He's a half breed. He's the child of a turned vampire and a human. He isn't
immortal, but he can heal so he can be hurt... a lot. He doesn't need blood to
live, but it heals him faster. He still lives on food."
Mikey listened carefully, he had only heard of such beings before. He never met
one though.
"He said something... about being unable to please me- er, his master.
Something about not being touched or hit in weeks."
"That's strange, Quinn never let Jepha out of his sight cause he was so rare.
he must have found a more interesting plaything." Gerard yawned. "Could we deal
with this int he morning please?"
"Fine."
Mikey exited the room, intending on going downstairs to find Jepha and figure
out what was going on. But when he got to the kitchen, the room was empty....
and the fruit he had gotten was left untouched on the floor.
"The fuck."
There was a low moan from the living area. Jepha had curled up in a ball in
pain.
Mikey heard the noise and followed it, looking around.
"Jepha?"
Jepha moaned again. he had never gone this long without eating but he was
scared. Quinn never gave him fresh fruit, It had to be a trap, he had to be
trying to poison him. Mikey found him on the ground and rushed to him. Kneeling
down, he put a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Jepha? What's wrong, why didn't you eat?"
Jepha shuddered his whole body feeling it. He kept his eyes tightly shut. Quinn
hated weakness.
"I was not hungry after all Master. I am sorry that I lied to you."
"Jepha, you don't have to lie." Mikey rubbed his shoulder gently. "I'm not
Master, I'm Prince Michael. And I can hear your stomach."
Jepha opens his eyes. He looks and sees that it is true. "Master Way, I mean,
my Prince, I mean..."
"Shh, calm down." Mikey tried soothing him. "You're so shaken up, and I feel
like that's my fault. Why don't we go back to the kitchen, so you can eat and
regain some strength. It's not good to lose so much blood with an empty
stomach."
"You don't h-have to, I'm n-not..." Jepha feels his eyes rolling back and then
he feels nothing.
Mikey groaned, and moved to help the other into his arms. This was so much
work, but he had a feeling it was necessary. Standing up with Jepha, he went to
take him back to one of the guest rooms to rest. As he got up stairs, Mikey
wondered if it would be better to just lay Jepha in his room. It was closer,
and guaranteed to have everything needed unlike a guest room. So he kicked
opened his own door, laid the halfling down and got a few extra blankets. Mikey
chose to go to his desk and look up a few things... particularly about Jepha's
master. The work would consume the night.
Chapter End Notes
     Hey guys! Due to some life events, yes- this chapter was about a week
     late BUT I'm hoping it's contents make it all worth the wait!
     Plus I may~ Have a surprise for y'all later.
     Thanks for reading as always! -Oblivious
***** Mikey is Suspicious *****
Chapter Summary
     "I am sorry for disturbing you yesterday and I apologize for being in
     your bed, although I do not know how I got there. I am ready for my
     punishment."
     Maybe he would kill him. Maybe he would finally be able to leave this
     miserable life of his and be at peace.
     "At ease, pet."
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"Uhhhh..."
Jepha woke up feeling warm. His stomach still hurt, but he felt safe for some
reason. He snuggled into the warmth more and inhaled. He couldn't place the
scent, but it was intoxicating and comforting. Two things that Quinn was not.
Jepha slowly opened his eyes and realized that he was in one of the suites in
the home. He only knew of four people that had suites and they were from the
Way bloodline. He opened his eyes and was shocked to see the young prince,
Michael, asleep on a chair. He looked incredibly uncomfortable and Jepha felt
guilty. He needed to get out of there before the senior vampire woke up.
Carefully he removed the covers letting in the chill of the morning.
"Oh no, morning."
Jepha whispered cursing to himself. He needed to get back to the room and see
if Quinn had returned. He would be furious if he was not on his pile of rags.
He slipped out of the bed and made his way to the door.
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Mikey woke with a start, groaning at the pain in his shoulders and back from
falling asleep in his desk chair. Looking up, his eyes fell on the empty but
clearly used bed. Frowning, he stood up to realize that Jepha had left the room
entirely. Getting his glasses straightened on his face, he left the room to see
where he went. Perhaps the kitchen? He still hadn't eaten anything but when he
got there, he saw no sign of the pet.
The cooks and guests slash family of the house were nearly all there, and no
one Mikey asked seemed have seen Jepha at all. Requesting for a plate of
filling and nutrient food to be made and set aside, he left in search of Jepha.
He needed the pet's trust, he was sure. Jepha reminded him a lot of Frank,
jumpy and nervous. Likely because of what happened to him. He'd feel more bad,
but it was a part of life and technically... he was a dirty halfling, but he
knew something. It may even be connected to Frank somehow.
"Not likely actually...."
Mikey mumbled to himself as he started looking in various guest rooms. It was
wishful thinking and he knew it. Jepha couldn't have done anything, he would
know better than to betray the clan and he had no power here. No resources.
Jepha had returned to Quinn's room. There was so sign that he had even come
home. Miserable he went to his pile of rags to lay down. He would go another
day without food now. He would also probably get punished for disturbing the
young Prince. Jepha could feel the tears falling again. He curled up in a ball
and tried not to think of what will happen to him now.
It took ages, but Mikey finally found Quinn's room. He noted that the bed
looked untouched, which was both confusing and concerning. Stepping into the
room, he scanned the room for Jepha....who he found on the ground. The rags he
was on top of gave away that he hadn't randomly passed out again, but the
shaking of his shoulders gave away to his tear.
"Jepha?"
Jepha looked up expecting to see his Master, but instead.
"Master Way?"
Then Jepha realized he was here to punish him. He got shakily on his knees and
placed his head on the floor and his bony arms behind his back.
"I am sorry for disturbing you yesterday and I apologize for being in your bed,
although I do not know how I got there. I am ready for my punishment."
Maybe he would kill him. Maybe he would finally be able to leave this miserable
life of his and be at peace.
"At ease, pet."
Mikey sighed, feeling too tired and achy for this annoyance but he knew better
than to take out his own ailments on others.
"I put you in my bed last night, as an apology for biting you so suddenly.
Besides, you looked like you could use the rest."
Mikey gave him a small smile, "There's no need for a punishment, I promise you
that you did nothing wrong in my eyes."
Jepha's shaking had gotten worse. It was becoming a bit violent now.
"Please, just..."
'Punish me, kill me, I don't want to live anymore.' All those thoughts ran
through Jepha's head as he felt the pain rushing in. At one point he thought he
spoke out loud, but the pounding was so bad he could barely think straight
anymore.
"...Master will be cross if I am not."
"Your master is not here, and from the looks of it, he hasn't been."
Mikey could see the bed was unused, and he could only really smell Jepha's
scent all over the place. It wasn't right to just abandon a pet, regardless of
their status. At least, that was Miky's belief.
"I won't punish you, or do you think you have the rights to tell me what to
do?" He asked curiously.
"No Master Way, I have no rights at all. I am a pet and a slave to those that
feel fit to use me as they pleeee..."
Jepha started to feel hot, like he was on fire. The pounding and dizziness was
unbearable now. He felt his knees giving way and then darkness took him once
more.
Mikey realized that the pet was burning up. He needed a doctor, now. He picked
up the pet in his arms, holding him tightly as he rushed through the house.
Again he was reminded of how fragile humans were, and that if Jepha was this
bad being only half... this meant he wasn't being treated well at all. He
didn't seem like a bad pet, worthy of such hard punishments and treatment.
Getting to the infirmary, he barked for a nurse to help him immediately. He was
going to make sure Jepha was well taken care of, and confront Quinn about his
well being at some point.
"Oh no, what did Quinn do to him now."
It was very obvious that the nurse had seen Jepha before.
"I don't think Quinn has been around at all." Mikey told her. "He's burning up
and he was looking for food the other day. I don't know when he last ate for
sure."
"Knowing Quinn at least three days if not more." The nurse took Jepha's
temperature. "He's the nicest of all the pets you know. He gets beat up on
for.being half breed, but he always has a smile for me and Dr. Armstrong...well
when he is conscious.”
He took the thermometer out and read it with a whistle.
"104.3. Damn J honey, you are in bad shape aren't you?"
Mikey found himself annoyed with the information, a weird feeling joining it as
he looked at Jepha. His face was pale and sickly, and the way his body
looked... Mikey just wanted to punch someone over it.
"Will he be okay?" He asked, staring at the pet.
"We'll keep.him overnight, start an IV, give him pain killers, you know the
usual." The nurse, Mike, pulled out the IV kit and swabbed Jepha's arm down.
"If you could do us a favor though."
Mikey turned his attention to the nurse. "Yes?'
"Keep Quinn away. He will try and take Jepha out to beat him or.fuck him and he
is in no shape for it."
"You have my word that Quinn will not be taking him from here.",
.
Mikey told her, and he meant it. In fact, he was starting to wonder if he would
let Jepha return to him at all. He needed to speak with Gerard.
"If you don't mind... keep me updated on his condition. I'll be back, but I
have to take care of something."
"Yes my Prince." Mike bowed and went back to his patient.
Mikey left to go find Gerard, he needed to know something. He found the other
in his office, and knocked before just entering.
"Gerard, what do you know about Quinn?"
"Quinn? He's a cousin on Father's side, but really has no position, just
name.value.
"His p- Jepha," Mikey corrected himself. "Is in horrible condition, why was
Quinn granted his ownership?"
"Anyone can have a pet that is family. No questions asked." Gerard looked.up
from his writing at his brother. "You are upset. This is not like you."
Mikey realized then he was upset, in fact he was very upset thinking about how
Jepha looked.
"I... am. Isn't Quinn the one who spoke to you?" He asked.
"Yes and I am sorry that I listened to him."
"Would.... do you think Quinn would do something to Frank?"
"I...I don't think so. He was disgusted by his existence. What would he gain?"
"I don't know... I barely know him but... what would he have gained by getting
you so upset with Frank and I? Frank leaves, that's it. Doesn't seem very
reward to someone who apparently enjoys beating the fuck out of their pet to
the point of multiple hospitalizations." He growled towards the end and paused,
realizing what he did. "Sorry, I'm frustrated."
Gerard got up and crossed to Mikey. he put an arm around his shoulders.
"Hey, I wish I could punish him for the way he treats his pet, but there are no
rules, only the ones that the owner makes."
"WHERE IS HE?!"
At that moment Quinn's voice could be heard coming from the common area.
"WHERE IS THAT WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT?! HOW DARE HE LEAVE MY ROOM!"
Mikey's attention immediately went to the yelling. He frowned in annoyance, he
wasn't about to let Quinn take Jepha out of the infirmary. He pulled away from
Gerard so he could stalk towards the yelling. Rules or no rules, Quinn would be
getting a talking to. Mikey wasn't too happy with the man to begin with,
considering he's the reason Gerard kicked Frank out. Now he had more reasons to
pick a fight with Quinn. Finding his cousin, he stepped into view.
"I took him out of your room." He said calmly.
"You?"
Quinn had to backpedal. It was one of the princes. He quickly put on his oily
persona.
"Sorry young Prince, I did not know it was you. I will be sure that he is
punished properly for disturbing you."
"Actually, he wasn't disturbing me. I found him in terrible shape and couldn't
leave him like that." Mikey noted how quick Quinn was to change his demeanor
upon seeing him. "I was unaware he was your pet at first... But now I have
excuse to finally speak with you."
Terrible shape? What had the fool done now? Quinn was trying to remember when
the last time he fed the wretched creature was. It had to be only a few days.
He was occupied with work and of course playing with the human at Robert's. He
started to smile at the thought of the pain he left him in last night. The
multiple holes in his skin. He almost missed what the royal brat said to him.
"Oh my prince, you do not need an excuse to speak to me, we are family after
all and I am your servant."
"If you feel that way to me, surely your respect for my elder brother is
higher, no?" Mikey gave him an unimpressed look. He didn't believe the man was
sincere at all.
"Of course it is. I am only too happy to hear of his council."
"Then why is I've come home to my brother a mess because of actions he did do
to your words?"
"A mess, I am afraid i have no idea what you are talking about my prince. I do
confess that I have been out as of the last two weeks on much business with
Spring approaching."
Other than the auction that Frank was going to be sold in, Quinn had another
one in March for the Ides and another in April for the Foole to organize and
attend. He was also making sure his reserve money was enough to sweep the
Massacre Auction in February. He was going to own Frank and then take him away
where he could finally take what he wanted to.
Michael gave him a hard look.
"Gerard already has told me you had many things to say about Frank. And
myself." He gave Quinn a dark look. "If you have anything else to confess, I
suggest telling me now."
Quinn had no idea what the little whelp was going on about, but he was getting
sick at being spoken down to
. "Excuse me."
Both vampires looked over not sure who was being addressed by the nurse.
"Sorry to disturb your conversation, but he is asking for you."
"Asking for whom?"
"You my Prince."
"Wait...who is looking for the Prince?"
"That would be Jepha."
Quinn's blood started to boil.
"You must be mistaken, you must mean he is looking for me...his Master."
"No Sir, I am not mistaken."
Mikey smiled a little, and looked to Quinn.
"Well, I'll go see him then. If I find you attempting to move him before he's
fully healed... I will find a way to either have you sent away from this house
or at least have Jepha's life freed from your hands."
With that he went to the nurse.
"Please, lead the way."
Quinn watched the boy till he left the room. He then smashed the first thing he
could get his hands on. A servant came running into the room and grabbed him.
"You are with me."
He dragged the helpless women to his special room where no one can hear you
scream.
Chapter End Notes
     HEY GUYS!
     Sorry I was a tad sick/busy towards the end of the week but wanted to
     be SURE I got this out before the weekend is over. So here I am, in
     my place's laundromat and updating.
     Thanks for reading! ~Oblivious
***** Wishes *****
Chapter Summary
     For just a moment Jepha got a serious look on his face. "My Master
     doesn't like it when I do. He says it wastes his time."
     "Well ain't he a fool, I'm enjoying this."
Michael was quick to go to Jepha's side once he was in the room. He was glad to
see the other awake, and briefly wondered if this was anywhere close to how
Gerard felt when he first met Frank.
"You requested me?"
"Y-Yes, I wanted to say thank you."
"You're welcome," MIkey gave him a smile, unable to keep from setting a hand on
Jepha's arm. "I don't want you to be worried, your... master, is aware that you
need to stay here. I want you to get better."
At the mention of Quinn Jepha began to shake. "He is angry with me isn't he?"
"He'll have to get over it, considering he's already on my bad side." Mikey
tried to soothe the other, rubbing his arms. "I don't know how but... I'd like
to help you, Jepha."
"You can't help me, I belong to him." Jepha knew once he got better that Quinn
would just ruin him again.
"That may be able to change..." Mikey mused, but shook his head, trying not to
get ahead of himself. "Sorry, I'm thinking allowed. How are you feeling now? I
had a plate set aside for you, but I'm not sure if you can handle solids right
now."
"I...I could eat a little." Jepha suspected that the "plate" was just pet food,
nothing amazing.
"I'll ask someone to fetch it." Michael beckoned someone over, telling them
where they could find the plate before turning back to Jepha. "Do you remember
last night at all?" He asked.
"I confess I do not, but I have been told you saved my life."
"I also endangered it, I think..." Mkey frowned, feeling guilty. "You were in
the kitchen late, looking for food I think and I startled you. You fell...and
scraped your arm. Long story short, I ended up biting you, which I apologize
for- again. That's when I realized something wasn't right, I tried to help you
earlier, but you were gone the next morning after I brought you to my bed."
Jepha hadn't been bitten by anyone other than Quinn and it was always harsh and
to cause pain in some way. he recalled the feeling of bliss with the young
prince. "I do r-remember that part a little. You bit me and I..."
Mikey just rubbed his arm, not saying anything until the plate was given to
him, thankfully warmed up. There were eggs, sausage and, bacon, a biscuit and
some newly made toast. "I know it's probably a little late for breakfast..." He
started, bring the plate over to Jepha's lap. "You don't have to finish it if
you can't, just eat your fill, okay? Gotta make sure you get some strength
back." Mikey encouraged, handing Jepha a fork next with a small smile.
Jepha's eyes went wide. This was more food then he had seen in years. It was
also hot and fresh and smelled so good. he began to drool and his fangs slipped
out, something else that hadn't happened in years cause he hadn't felt the
emotions that caused them to drop...other then when the prince bit him.
Michael chuckled at the others reaction. "You know it's even better when you
actually eat it." He joked.
Jepha let out a soft whine. It had been so long since he had used any utensils
other than his hands that the fork was useless to him.
Mikey frowned when Jepha didn't do anything. "Are you okay? Can you not..." he
wasn't sure how to ask. "Do you need help eating?"
"I..." Jepha felt stupid. What grown man needed to be fed. He was pathetic. no
wonder Quinn treated him like shit, he was shit.
Mikey gently moved to take the fork from him. "It's okay," Mikey said, unsure
why Jepha, who was technically older than him, couldn't seem to figure it out.
"Do you not usually use a utensil? Or does something hurt?"
Jepha just looked down. How could he explain that the only utensils was knew
were the ones used to cause him pain.
Mikey frowned and took the plate slowly, making sure the other didn't think he
was taking away. "Can I help? Or would you prefer a nurse?"
Jepha wanted to disappear.
Mikey bit his lip, and used to fork to cut off some eggs and lifted them. "It's
gonna get cold..."
Jepha watched as the food was brought to his mouth, he could taste it already
just from the smell. His stomach growled and he opened his mouth.
Mikey fed the bite to him, watching carefully to make sure the other's reaction
was a positive one. Jepha's eyes closed as soon as the food touched his tongue.
He forgot how good something as simple as eggs were. He moaned and swore he was
getting hard. He chewed and licked his lips. He opened his eyes and looked
heavily at the prince, lust clouding them.
"More, please give me more."
Mikey blinked, seeing the lustful gaze and bit his lip. He had to look away
from the other's eyes and he got the next bite, a forkful of sausage instead
and fed it to Jepha. The intensity of his dark brown eyes was too much for
Mikey at the moment. They held so many more years than they should.
Jepha grabbed the cylinder of meat and wrapped his tongue around it. He ran it
along his lips enjoying the warm grease. It was like chapstick for a moment. He
then took the whole thing in and chewed greedily feeling himself harden even
more. He licked his lips obscenely reveling in the slickness left by the
passing meat.
Mikey couldn't help but watch his mouth, dumbfounded. Sure, he's fooled around
with pets before, Peter and him were often rolling in the sheets but this...
this shouldn't have been so hot. "Christ..." He breathed, he could feed this
man forever if this was what he go to see.
"Do I please you my Prince? Am I making you happy right now?"
Mikey looked back up at Jeph's eyes, licking his own lips. "I...you should be
worrying about yourself." He said, refusing to blush.
Jepha leaned forward, his mind clouded by how good he felt. It was almost a
power trip. he was delirious.
"But my position as a pet is to make others happy and...I would really like to
make you happy right now."
Mikey raised a brow, and decided to play this game. Maybe if he did it right,
he'd get his way with freeing Jepha from Quinn.
"Feeding you does make me happy," He said, getting more food. "As long as you
keep doing it so... sensually."
"If I do...if I am a good boy...do i get a reward?"
Jepha licked his lips again. He could still taste the sausage.
Mikey chuckled, and pressed another bite against the other's lips. "I'll give
you a small reward."
Jepha smiled and opened his mouth to the next bite of egg. He stuck his tongue
out and lifted a little of the yolk with the tip. He played with it and little
and then sucked the egg into his mouth.
"Are you always such a little tease?" Mikey asked, smiling and keeping his
voice playful. He set down the fork to hand feed a strip of bacon to Jepha.
For just a moment Jepha got a serious look on his face. "My Master doesn't like
it when I do. He says it wastes his time."
"Well ain't he a fool, I'm enjoying this."
Jepha smiled again more genuine. "Then I am happy to please you Master Way."
Jepha almost didn't want to add the surname. He would rather just call him
Master. He opened his.mouth to receive the bacon.
"What else makes you happy?" Mikey asked as he gave him the bacon. He waited
til the other was finished with the strip before trying to decide what to give
him next
While Mikey was distracted, Jepha pulled the Prince's finger into his mouth
sucking on it gently.
Mikey looked at him with a sharp inhale, watching the other suck in his finger.
"Jeph...." He sighed, both in content and worry. "You're so..."
Jepha opened his mouth and did one last lick to the finger before letting it
go. "I'm so what...Sir?"
"I'd say something more poetic but I'm gonna have to go with hot." Mikey smiled
at him and touched his face gently. "You never answered my question."
"Which question was that Sir?"
"Tell me something that makes you happy." Mikey said, then hummed. "Actually,
tell me something you want. Anything, just try to keep it in the obtainable
area."
"Want?" Jepha thought about it. "Do you want me to be honest?"
"Yes, please. It can be anything, simple or otherwise."
Jepha took a deep breath.
"I want a new Master."
"Oh do you now? Isn't that interesting."
Jepha froze. Quinn had walked in the door at the worst moment possible. He
started to shake with fear. Quinn was smiling, but Jepha knew that smile was
cruel and it spelled misery and pain for him.
Mikey looked over at Quinn, and bristled. He wish he could just throw the other
out, maybe beat him to a pulp while he was at it. Instead, he simply smiled,
and purposely reached to run a hand through Jepha's hair.
"You know... wishes can come true." He said slowly, purposely.
Quinn wanted to rip the young Prince's arm off for touching his pet, but of
course he couldn't get away with that. Perhaps though...he could...arrange
something again. For the Prince to go away and have an...accident. This would
take some careful planning.
"This is very true. After all I wished that my pet would be awake and in good
health when I came to visit and here you are. I will go talk to Dr. Armstrong
about your release since you are doing so well."
Quinn didn't wait for a response from either one, he walked straight past Jepha
brushing his arm as he went and into the doctor's office. Mikey watched Quinn
walk out with a dark look. Once he was gone, he looked to Jepha.
"Mark my words.... he'll get what's coming to him." He said quietly. "A man
like that is not innocent."
Once again before Jepha could say anything Quinn appeared with Dr. Armstrong.
"Well it seems that you are doing much better."
"Yes, he is."
"Let me see about getting this IV out and you and your pet may be on your way."
"Excellent."
Quinn smiled at the doctor and then at Jepha.
"Won't that be nice my pet?"
"Yes Sir. I am eager to get back to pleasing you."
"That is good to hear."
Mikey wasn't ready to have Jepha leave, even more concerning, he didn't want
Quinn to take him.
"Wait a minute-"
"Excuse me Sir?" Peter appeared in the doorway. "The elder Prince is looking
for you, he says it is with urgency."
Mikey sighed and nodded. He glanced to see Quinn talking to the doctor and
paused to kiss Jepha's cheek before he could see.... and took his leave. He
went to Gerard as quick as he could.
"What happened? What's wrong?"
"Someone told me they saw Frank! We have our first lead! Come on, let's go, I
had Patrick start the Roadster! This could be it Mikey!"
"Someone saw him? Really?" Mikey was shocked. "What the fuck are we waiting
for, let's go."
Gerard smiled and grabbed Mikey's hand as he pulled him out of his office and
down the stairs. As they headed for the garage there was a faint scream that
echoed from somewhere, but both princes were too excited to pay much attention
as they climbed into the Roadster and drove off.
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*
"FUCK!"
Gerard came back into the house slamming the door to his office. It was a wild
goose chase. If he ever found out who lied to him he was going to bite their
balls off with his fangs.
"PETER!"
Peter appeared immediately.
"Yes my Prince?"
"I want that phone call I got traced. I want to know where it came from!"
"Yes, my Prince."
Peter left the room giving Mikey a sad smile.
"I am sorry Sir that you did not find him."
Mikey was angry as well, maybe not on the level Gerard, but he could easily get
there. He was annoyed more than anything. He didn't want to continue this
manhunt forever, and misguided hope bringers like this situation were
unwelcome. He missed Frank, truly he did. The other boy was sweet, but Mikey
tried not to get too attached to anyone. Gerard held the highest rank in his
mind, but even losing him wouldn't ruin Mikey's life. He brooded as he planned
on going to his room to wait out Gerard's tantrum. One his way, he happened to
pass by a room with a familiar door. A door...that reminded him of Jepha. Eyes
widening, Mikey realized he had forgotten about the pet. He left him to fend
for himself from that dirt that called himself a Master. Guilt sluggishly
filled his chest, making him walk up to the door, wondering if he would hear
anything behind it. A whimper, a call for help.... or possibly the punishment
Jepha surely would receive for what he said earlier. Or worse, he'd hear
nothing at all.
"Sir." Mikey turned around to see Peter. "If you are looking for Master Quinn
he is not here. He left a few hours after you did."
"Did he take his pet with him?" Mikey asked immediately.
"No Sir, he left alone."
Mikey nodded, and glared at the door. "Peter, I'm going to need your help, but
you're not allowed to tell anyone of this."
Peter looked around and then stepped forward dropping protocol. "What can I do
to help you Michael?"
"I'm going to do something that's.... frowned upon." Mikey said, "And you're
going to help me.'
With that, he kicked in the door and walked in, searching the room. Peter
followed him in and gasped. The room looked like a tornado hit it. The bed was
destroyed and the sheets full of bloody streaks. There were indents in the
walls that could have been a body. Other than that the room was devoid of life.
Michael growled in annoyance, and searched for any sign of where Jepha would
be. It was clearly his blood, he could smell it. This...this wasn't punishment.
This was torture.
"We're going to find Jepha and we're going to hide him from that lowlife."
"If he's still alive."
Mikey shot Peter a harsh look, barring his fangs at him as he started going
through drawers and cabinets. Peter shrunk back getting out of the way of the
angry prince.
"Where the fuck would he take him." Mikey hissed out, ripping open a closet.
Peter was cowering now like when Mikey was younger and coulnd't control his
anger. He still had the scars to prove it.
"Don't just stand there, Peter. Fucking help me."
Peter didn't know what Mikey was looking for. He was just destroying the room
more from what Peter could see. Mikey turned away, realizing Jepha wasn't in
the room. He looked at Pete, who was still standing there.
"Help me find Jepha." He barked, leaving the room.
Peter scurried after him as he watched Mikey tear open rooms. After the fifth
one, Peter spoke. "Sir, he's not here."
Mikey looked at him, and frowned. "He has to be around here somewhere. Ask the
servants, the guests. I don't care. Wait- just the servants."
"yes Sir."
Peter ran off to do what he was told fearful of repercussions if he didn't.
Mikey continued to search the house, asking servants who happened to pass by
before telling them to stay silent. He would find Jepha and make this right.
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Jepha could hear him. he could hear his name. he could hear the concern and
desperation. he knew that the young prince would never stop looking for
him...but he would never find him. Jepha was in hell...well Quinn's version of
hell. This was a special room that Quinn had built into the house behind the
Way's backs. Here is where he took his victims to torture them beyond what even
a vampire woudl respect. Not just humans had fallen to his prey here, but
vampires alike. Weak willed ones that he could easily subdue. Quinn's last
victim was still here. The body of the vampire servant rotting a few feet away
from where Jepha was chained. He knew there was no escape from here now. Quinn
could come and go from this room without being detected by the house. He
created an escape tunnel should he ever need to run. he had thought of
everything. Hours ago after Jepha was severely punished and told he would never
escape Quinn other than death, Quinn left. Jepha knew he went to see Frank. To
torture the human more. Jepha was beating himself up right now. If he had told
the young prince about it in the infirmary instead of playing stupid games with
food, Quinn would have been dealt with and Jepha wouldn't be watching his life
force slowly draining away...oh but he wasn't going to die, not yet. Quinn
lived for torture and would never let him die easily. He even had a food supply
down here so that he could control Jepha's hunger. Gone was the delicious food
that the prince had given him. Quinn repeatedly punched him int eh stomach till
he threw it all up. He the force fed him crackers and water to take it's place.
By some miracle, he did not throw those up.
"Mikey."
It was a raspy whisper that echoed in the sound proof room. It felt weird to
say the young prince's real name or rather nick name that the elder prince
used, but Jepha kept it as a mantra. A way to stay sane in the hopes that one
day...he would be found.
***** They Will Pay *****
Chapter Summary
     "Happy Valentines Day Patrick."
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Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"You know Frankie, I have grown fond of our little meetings. I just hate that
we are restricted to this little space."
Quinn sat on Frank's bed watching the human wretch on the floor after being
forced to suck him off. He was bleeding and scarred. He was littered with
colors of black, blues, purples and fading yellows of bruises new and old. He
was a work of art and soon would be Quinn's and only Quinn's.
"In just two more weeks the auction will take place and you will be mine for
the taking. Aren't you excited about that?"
Frank threw up more and it was mostly bile and blood now.
"Yes, I am too. I am even more excited cause soon no one will be able to stop
me. You see..." Quinn leaned forward looking at the pitiful creature. "Gerard
will be too busy mourning the loss of his younger brother."
Frank may have been in more pain than he thought would ever be possible, but he
was quick to turn his attention to Quinn's words. He couldn't believe what he
was hearing.
"D-dont...."
He tried to speak, but his voice was basically gone from the abuse on his
throat. Both from the awful creatures that came here each day, including Quinn,
and his own continuous screaming when he couldn't take it anymore. Quinn
couldn't hurt Mikey, or Gerard. He'd never get away with it, but Frank also
worries what would happen if he did.
"Oh the wheels have already been set in motion. The next time young Michael
goes for a ride in his prize Roadster...things are not going to end well."
Frank mustered up as much strength as he could to spit a glob of saliva and
blood at Quinn.
"You won't win."
He managed to say, panting heavily as he gave Quinn a small smile. Frank knew
this man would kill him one day, but that didn't mean he would just back down
into the dirt willingly.
"Oh Frankie, Frankie, Frankie, when will you learn."
Quinn slipped off the bed and kicked Frank in the chest rolling him over. He
grabbed him by the hair pulling him up and growling in his face.
"I ALWAYS WIN."
He then leaned in and bit him hard reveling in the screams. He feasted on them
and the blood that flowed out till Frank passed out. He threw him aside and
wiped his mouth.
"I should just fuck you now since I am going to own you, but I will wait and
then...I will tear you in two."
Quinn stomped on the boy's body as he left the room slamming the door behind
him.
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Gerard was worried about Mikey. It had been two weeks since he had last seen
the pet Jepha and Mikey had been crazy with worry snapping at every one
including Gerard. No one seemed to calm him down. No one could get through to
him. He waited for Quinn to return, but that didn't happen either.
"Mikey, why don't you go for a drive. You have been in this house for too long.
Get some fresh air."
"I don't want to go for a drive."
MIkey scoffed as he stayed seated. He would be here, when Quinn returned. He
would demand some answers, for location of Jepha, for his head on fucking
plate. He;d have it. He had grown more and more irritated, thinking about how
Jepha looked....and how bad he must be now. Mikey felt partially responsible
for the pet now. Whatever happened to him... Mikey needed to make it right. He
didn't care if he got anything back in return now.
"Masters!" Peter ran up exhausted and out of breath.
"What is it, Peter?"
"Master Quinn was spotted!"
"He was? Where?" Mikey was quick to stand up. "Show me."
Peter brought both brother's out of the house around to the back. "He was seen
leaving these shadows."
Gerard looked at the wall. "This is behind the first floor bedrooms. His is on
the second floor with the other family, what woud he be doing back here?"
"Something isn't sitting right here." Mikey looked around, trying to see where
Quinn could have gone from here.
"Perhaps there is a secret entrance?" Peter walked up to the wall and started
to feel around.
"Good thinking..." Mikey felt up the wall as well, and carefully walked along
the edge.
Gerard followed suit and soon they just made a strange sight to anyone who saw
them. Mikey got to a loose brick, and pressed it jumping back as something
started to move.
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Jepha groaned. Quinn had only been gone for a short time it seemed. Why was he
back so soon. Jepha parted his dry, cracked, and bleeding lips and rasped out.
"P-P-Please Master, n-no more. Let m-me rest-t-t."
Mikey, Gerard, and Pete had all walked into the entrance that opened. The
tunnel was dimly lit, but a straight shot. When the pleas of Jepha came ringing
through to the vampires' ears, Mikey took off running. He got to the other end,
finding another door. He busted through it without another thought, locating
Jepha's voice. He didn't know what this place was, but it smelled awful. The
rot of flesh and stink of fear. Mikey was appalled, but driven. He got to where
Jepha was, He took one glance at everything and realized Quinn must have built
this place. On their family's land as well. It was revolting, sickening and
disgusting. He found a body and Jepha. Rushing to the other, he knelt in front
of him. He couldn't believe how he looked, if he could, Mikey would puke at the
sight. He reached to gently cup the other's face, trying to soothe him.
"It;s me, Jeph. It's Michael."
"M-M-Mikey?" Jepha must have been delirious. there was no way that he was there
in front of him. Al the times he called his name out when Quinn left him to
fester in his filth. He must be dreaming. "I w-wish you were here, but...you're
dead now."
Mikey frowned, unsure what the other meant. "I'm not dead, why would I be
dead?"
"He was right, you love that Roadster. I wonder what he did to it."
Jepha looked up and saw that he had dreament up the older Way too.
"Please don't hate your brother Gerard. Quinn was only using him to keep you
from poor Frankie." At hearing Frank's name Gerard stalked over to the broken
pet. "what does he know about Frankie?!'"
Mikey shielded Jepha from Gerard, keeping between them. He didn't know what
Jepha did know, but he didn't deserve anymore punishment.
"Jepha, listen to me." He said into the other's ear. "I haven't driven my car,
I've been looking for you. I'm not dead."
"No, no, I'm not worth it, you need to find Frankie and rescue him. If you do,
tell him I'm sorry that I was jealous. Tell him that he has to live and survive
the whore house. He has to make it back to you Gerard." Jepha looked at the
mirage. "He loves you, he told me and I was stupid. I said no vampire ever
loved a pet...but you do. You do and you need to tell him."
Gerard was speechless. Did he love Frank? Did he...his thoughts were
interrupted, his eyes catching something dangerous. There was an open and
gangrenous wound on Jepha's left leg.
"Mikey...Mikey, look at his leg."
Mikey looked at it and grimaced. He looked to Gerard as he stood to free Jepha.
"You need to find Frank..." He said, "I'll take care of all... this. I can
contact mom and dad, we need to do something about Quinn."
Mikey was starting to make sense of the whole thing. Quinn hanging around so
much, his participation in the meeting that sent Mikey away for while, the
things he said to Gerard... Quinn had to have some sort of vendetta for the Way
family. That, or he was just a sick sadist, which was likely given this entire
house. He got Jepha free and brought him into his arms.
"You're going to be okay, Jepha." He promised, "We're going to make him pay for
what he's done."
"Alright, but i still don't know where to find him. There are a dozen whore
houses."
"There's a lead. We have a lead." Mikey said, standing with Jepha finally
cradled. "Gee... you can get Frank back."
"Right right, okay, let me think." Gerard stopped for a moment. "I need to find
out who Quinn's collegues are."
"Do we have any way of finding that out?" Mikey asked, and started walking
towards the exit.
"Wait...Master, there is a door over here too." Peter walked to the far wall
and opened it up. It led to one of the first floor bedrooms where another
vampire was getting undressed.
Mikey raised a brow and looked at Gerard. "Who the fuck is this guy?"
"Who he fuck are you? How did you get in my...Prince Way!" The vampire fell to
his knees. "I am so sorry your highness, I didn't know it was you."
"Did you know about this door?" Mikey asked immediately, narrowing his eyes at
the stranger.
"What? No, my prince, I had a different room and was moved here when there was
a problem witih the bathroom."
Mikey growled in annoyance, and brushed passed him. "Don't let anyone else
through it."
"Yes your highness." Gerard continued through with Mikey and Peter. "You get
him to the infirmery, I'll go and see what I can find out about Quinn. Peter,
tell Patrick to check the Roadster."
"Yes Master."
"Make sure he's very aware that it's dangerous." MIkey paused, looking to his
brother. "Everything is going to work out."
"I really think it is Mikes, I really do." Gerard kissed Mikey on the cheek and
then three vampires headed to their destinations.
Time Stamp: Valentine’s Day
The time for the auction had came, and Frank was dreading every moment of it.
He had been left alone from being used for four days, enough time to somewhat
heal up. At least, enough for him to be 'presentable.' They cleaned him this
morning, forceful scrubbing in cold water. His knotted hair was brushed until
his skull felt like it was being skinned, and they shoved him into some tiny
briefs. He knew this day would come, he wished so desperately that there was
hope for rescue but he knew there wasn't. Gerard still didn't know the truth...
he couldn't have. Quinn had taunted Frank every day, telling him Gerard hated
him. Destroyed everything that reminded him of Frank. He's never know now.
"Get out there."
A burly vampire shoved Frank onto stage. The bright lights blinded him, the
roar of people whistling and calling as he walked forward like a zombie made
him deaf. Everything was too much, he could barely breathe from the sensory
overload in his head. He felt something hit the back of his knees, making him
fall before the animals that were watching his suffering. Frank could only
close his eyes and wait. Whoever got him wouldn't have him for long. Quinn
would make sure of that. Frank was surprised by his own silence as someone
started calling out the opening bid. He couldn't even attempt to do anything
but sit there The pain in his and body was consuming him.
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Quinn stood in the shadows and watched the fools bid, He heard the number climb
higher and higher, but ti didn't matter. No one was going to out bid him.
"Two million!" I have a bid of two million. Two million going once. Two million
going twice..."
This was it, Quinn went to speak when the lights went dark.
"HE IS NOT FOR SALE!"
A single spot light shown and it revealed the elder Way Prince and the heir to
the House of Wolves. Gerard Way.
Everyone in the room froze, the bidder even falling silent as all eyes fell on
Gerard. A few people looked terrified, other's was simply in shock.
"M-master... Prince Way?"
The caller said into the mic, as a few vampires even attempted to silently make
their way out of the room. The silence of the room barely registered to Frank,
he thought maybe the bid was over. He hadn't been paying attention much, unable
to really keep conscious.
"YOU WILL UNBIND HIM AND GIVE HIM TO ME!"
The caller looked for someone to help, and people were really starting to
scramble. Frank blinked, frowning a little. He swore that was... it couldn't
be. He looked up and could only really see spots in his eyes from the lights
still and a sea of faces. He winced as things started to blur. The room
spinning. Someone came onto stage and undid Frank's bonds, backing away from
him quickly. Frank's arms just hung limply at his sides then. It was over,
someone bought him.
Gerard wanted to run to Frank, but he knew it could be dangerous.
”BRING HIM TO MY CAR WHILE I HAVE A FEW...WORDS WITH THE OWNER OF THIS
CESSPOOL!”
Someone came back to help Frank up, more people starting to worry that they
would be punished, seeing how angry the prince was. Frank was ushered off
stage, which he wasn't expecting. He thought they'd drag him back, but he
couldn't exactly do anything to stop then anyway. The cool air of outside hit
him first, and Frank took his first deep breath of freshness in weeks.
"I will take him thank you."
Frank looked up and saw Patrick, Gerard's driver.
"P-patrick?" Frank mumbled, eyes half closed. It couldn't be...
"Yes Sir, it is me. Let's get you in the car and warm you up shall we. Oh and
Happy St. Valentines Day."
"Valentines Day." Frank mumbled, leaning against Patrick. He whimpered,
thinking about his and Gerard's conversation.
"When are you going to claim me?"
Gerard looked at the boy and then smiled fangs and all. "When you tell me
you're truly ready...or Valentines day cause i am a bit of a romantic."
"Valentine's day, huh." Frank thought about it, that wasn't too far away, he'd
have the time to think about this all. "I've never celebrated it."
"Me neither, so it will be special for both of us."
"Happy Valentines Day Patrick."
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Quinn cursed that his plan had been foiled. he quickly snuck out and went to
his car to head for home and his play thing. He would take some aggression out
on the pitiful creature.
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Quinn arrived back at the House. He was even more angry during the drive. All
his planing and hard work gone now. He growled as he slammed the car door and
stalked behind the House to the secret entrance to the room where his pet was.
He was full of rage tonight, that he knew Jepha might not even survive, but he
didn't care. He didn't want to be his pet anymore.
"Fine, I can make that wish come true."
Quinn moved down the hall not bothering to listen for anything. He could still
smell the rotting corpse of the servant girl, Soon he would have two bodies to
dispose of. He saw Jepha huddled in the corner where he left him. He walked up
to him grabbing his hair and...his head came off.
"What the fuck?" It wasn't Jepha, but the head and detached body of the corpse.
"How the fuck did this happen?!"
"Having a problem?"
Mikey smirked as he walked out from the shadows, crossing his arms as he made
himself known. He had been looking forward to this since Gerard left to rescue
Frank. Finally, this man would pay for everything that he had done right under
the noses of the Way Family. Speaking of which, there were a few other's with
him, but they had stayed back for now. Already he knew the guards would be at
each exit of the illegal bunker. Ready and waiting with their dogs in case
Quinn tried to flee.
"Quinn Allman, you've been found to be guilty of treason against the House of
Wolves. Do you accept this charge?"
"Treason? I have no idea what you are talking about my Prince. How did you get
in here and where is my pet? He was being punished and I would thank you not to
interfere."
"I'm afraid your pet was part of the royalties when House of Wolves took down
another clan, he is no longer under your command."
Mikey walked closer, pausing when he was a mere few feet away.
"Your little games are over, Quinn. Everyone is aware of your crimes; illegally
having this building made, abuse of power, false claims, manipulation of
superiors, and high treason against the family. I suggest you surrender now."
Quinn stepped forward knowing it was not smart and got in the younger prince's
face. He let out a low growl. "You have no proof."
Mikey wasn't phased, staring at the other head on.
"We have eye-witnesses, this building, and my brother right now is receiving
documentation of your... activities and funds in your whore house." Mikey gave
him a dark glare. "You've lost, Quinn. Accept defeat gracefully."
When he spoke, other's from the family and the guard stepped into the light
next. They all were unimpressed with how Quinn was speaking to the Prince, in
face most looked bored.
"You can't defeat me. I am more powerful than you will ever realize! I have my
own clan and they will come to my aid! You will get nothing out of me. You have
nothing. I can have activities in a business owned by my clan and it is
perfectly legal by vampire law. As long as i haven't used your clans business
to further my own, which I have not and you find perfect documentation on
that." Quinn put on a smug face. "Face it, if that is all the ‘evidence’ you
have on me, then you have nothing."
Mikey chuckled at Quinn's tantrum. "Ah yes, your clan." He mused, "Are they
aware that you've threatened the life of another clan's Prince? You know that
grounds for war."
"I have done nothing of the sort, where is your proof of that?"
Mikey sighed, annoyed that Quinn was really going to fight him at every angle.
"We've had my car looked at, your former pet told of your plan, and you act as
though we don't have cameras and mics literally everywhere, beyond this...
filth you created."
Quinn's eyes went wide now. He was recorded and...that piece of shit betrayed
him.
"You can't take the word of a pet, that is not allowed in vampire law! They
could be doing it for self preservation! besides, I can have him killed for
treason to his Master!"
Mikey had enough and backhanded Quinn with force enough to send him back.
"You forget who you're speaking to!" He said, voice finally raised. "Your pet
was in a state of health that is unacceptable. We do not torture pets who do
not deserve it, who have not committed crimes. We do not murder servants in
cold blood simply because one cannot control their anger, and you sure as fuck
don't raise your voice at a Prince."
Mikey gestured for their guards to come. "If you truly believe you're innocent,
prove it at your trial. This conversation is over, Quinn."
Quinn was dazed as he was dragged away. He needed to get in contact with his
clan. They would save him. They would make sure he could get revenge on The
House of Wolves and then he would make the Prince regret his words in spades.
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Gerard came billowing out of the building, his trench coat flapping in the
wind. Now that he was done talking to Master McCracken, who was willing to give
up quite a bit in exchange for his life, even if it was not going to be very
long, he knew even more and could not wait to find Quinn. That is if his
brother hadn’t gotten to him first. Gerard knew that Mikey was worried about
Frank, but that he also had a fondness for Quinn’s pet and he was sure that he
would become Mikey’s now, although he was sure that it was more like him
and....
"Frankie."
Gerard climbed into the car and had face what his stupidity and temper caused
his pet. Frank opened his eyes fully, now seated in the backseat of the car. He
looked at Gerard, who seemed a little fuzzy, but he'd know that voice anywhere.
Something wasn't right.
"You're not real."
"Oh Frankie, I am so sorry." Gerard fell to his knees between the seats. "I
made a grievous error and almost cost you your life. Can you ever forgive me?"
For the first time in nearly two months, Frank felt tears come to his eyes. He
thought he locked them away, but soon his cheeks were wet with them.
"This can't be real." He whimpered, wondering why the world had to be so cruel.
"Frankie, I want you back...if you will have me, but not as a traditional pet.
I want you to be my consort."
Frank just continued to weep, unable to speak past his whimpers. He couldn't
think properly, he couldn't believe this was real. He needed his walls back but
they were gone.
"I know I have been horrible to you, but if you take me back I promise you
anything you want, you don't even have to sleep with me. It would...it woudl be
the right punishment for causing you to lose your virginnity to that true
monster Quinn."
Frank wiped his eyes, and shook his head.
"He didn't."
Gerard was stunned by this. He thought for sure that it was one of Quinn’s
motives.
"Did some other take it?"
Frank shook his head again, sniffing. No one forced him to do anything like
that, but Quinn made it clear that he would one day.
It made sense why Frank was going for such a high price now at the auction.
Gerard felt a sense of relief wash over him.
"So you still have your..."
Frank nodded slowly, starting to feel more exhausted as he ran out of tears.
"Gee?"
"Yes Frankie?"
"Is this a trick...?"
"No Frankie, no trick, I came to bring you home and to tell you that no one
will ever hurt you again and that those that have..."
At the moment a great orange plume rose behind the car.
"...will regret it."
Frank startled at the sudden bright light. He looked at Gerard's glowing face,
finally believing what his eyes told him.
"I-" Frank reached out, trying to touch Gerard. He felt so tired, but he needed
to say it now. "I love-"
Gerard reached out just in time to catch the nearly destroyed human boy. He
cradled him gently as he pulled him into his lap and kissed his forehead. He
would put him back together and they woudl start over, but the right way this
time. Gerard whispered into his sweat soaked hair.
"I know Frankie, I love you too."
Chapter End Notes
     OKAY SO
     I would happily explain why this is so late, but honestly it would be
     pointless and I don't want to make excuses. Sorry about that but,
     hey! We've reached the end of this story! Frank and Gee are reunited,
     isn't that great?
     Thanks for reading!
     <3 Oblivious
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