Chapter 1: he tastes like you, except he's really, really bitter
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Loud techno music was assaulting Gerards ears. It had been for the past twelve minutes, since the dance club he was at only played the same five songs. He had gone almost two months without eating, and the pain in his stomach had only increased. Clubs were he and Mikey's usual hunting ground, but ever since Mikey decided he felt bad for humans and sworn himself to livestock blood, Gerard had been going by himself. It was the perfect feeding ground since murders happened in clubs all the time and nobody would know who did it.
Gerard set his eyes on his victim. He was a short man, around 5'6, and had the weirdest hair Gerard had ever seen that was soaked in sweat. The most important part though, was that he was completely hammered. Gerard had been watching him for about ten minutes, and in those ten minutes the man had downed six shots and two cocktails. He probably had more too because he had been there longer than Gerard.
"Okay man, you can do this," he said to himself. He walked up to the short guy and stood right next to him.
"Can I buy you a drink?" asked Gerard. The short guy with weird hair and apparently, piercings too, grinned and enthusiastically said, "Yes, please!" Gerard flagged the bartender down and got him to make them two cocktails, one for Gerard and one for the other. He watched as this guy drank it, liquid spilling from the corners of his mouth and staining his shirt.
"My name's Frank," he said, sloppily wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Oh. Uhm. My name's Gerard," he replied. Frank looked up at him with big, puppy-dog eyes.
"Gerard," Frank repeated, "Not a very moanable name. 'M gonna call you... Uh... Gee." Gerard blinked.
"Wow, you're, uh, you're forward," he said in shock.
"I mean, 'm just assuming. You don't go up to people and buy them drinks to just be friends, right?" Frank slurred. Gerard thought for a second.
"I... I guess you're right," he said. "That's what my brother calls me, though." Frank groaned and flopped forward- he obviously had more to drink than he should have.
"Fine. Just Gerard it is..."
Gerard almost felt bad about what he was going to do, but quickly brushed those thoughts away. He was so fucking hungry.
"Say, Frank, wanna get out of here?" Gerard grinned. Frank nodded, throwing his arm around Gerard's shoulders. Gerard chucked a couple of dollar bills at the bartender, since Frank was obviously too drunk to do so himself. The red flashing lights of the club were making it hard to see but he managed to get the two of then out the front door. He led them to the back of the bar, shoving Frank up against the wall. His limp body slumped against the wall, making Gerard's life a lot harder than it needed to be.
"Frank- fuckin' stand up!" Gerard whined. Instead of standing up, Frank lunged forward, connecting his lips to Gerards. He groaned into the kiss, hands gripping at the fabric of Gerard's shirt. After an initial moment of shock, Gerard kissed back, pushing the shorter boy into the brick wall behind them.
"Gee, you're not even gonna take me back to your place?" Frank said, slurring his words together. He already seemed to be less drunk, but he still looked dizzy and flushed.
"I don't think you'd want to go back to mine, it's a mess," Gerard sheepishly responded, thinking about his worn down mansion in the middle of a forest. Yeah, cliche, but it had been lived in by the Way family ever since they arrived in New Jersey back in the 1700s. He also remembered his brother, who will almost definitely give him a disappointed look when he comes back home. Mikey had tried to convince him to try livestock blood, but Gerard was an animal lover and couldn't bring himself to feed from them.
"Uh, hello? You still there?" Frank asked, tearing him out of thought. He tapped on his cheek, which Gerard would usually find cute. He couldn't let himself get attached though, since he was, you know, planning on draining his blood and dumping him in the woods.
"Yeah, sorry. I kinda do that sometimes. You sobered up pretty fast, huh?" Gerard responded.
"Yup! Guess it's, uh... In my genes... Or something," Frank smiled at him warmly, and if Gerard's heart was still beating, his heart rate would be increasing and- What the fuck? What's wrong with you? Gerard stopped those thoughts as fast as he could. He leaned back down, kissing the smile off of Frank's face. He bit down on his lip and his stomach growled at the faint taste of iron-filled blood. He moved to Franks jaw, leaving purple marks on his jaw and upper neck. Another pang of hunger hit him and Gerard ran his tongue over the tips of his fangs, feeling the prick of pain.
"I've never had sex in a back alley before, which is weird because I've had sex in a lot of places and-" Frank laughed, his rambling getting cut off by Gerard biting his neck. Not in the vampire way, but instead in the way where he hoped it would make Frank stop talking.
"Fuck, you're good at this," he stuttered, shutting his eyes. Gerard took that as his time to strike and sunk his fangs into Frank.
"What the fuck, ow!" Frank yelped. He shoved Gerard away.
"Ugh, you taste so bitter, what the hell?" Gerard said. Frank looked at him incredulously.
"You're a vampire," he said. "You're a fucking vampire, fuck, how did i not know?"
"And I don't know what you are but I'm not exactly planning on sticking around to find out!" Gerard responded. Frank grabbed his sleeve before he could leave.
"You're not leaving, Gerard. No, you just fucking bit me and my friends are in there and I do not want you to go because you're not leaving me alone in an alley and I'm dizzy and shit!" Frank yelled. He swayed a bit, steadying himself against the wall.
"Uh, Frank, why are you, like, falling?" Gerard asked. Frank collapsed against him. He was limp leaning against Gerard. He sighed and picked up the smaller boy.
"Fuck me, I guess..." Gerard grumbled to himself. He started walking, trying to not bring attention to himself. It would take a while to get back to his house since he had to walk along with carrying an extra hundred something pounds.
*
He finally made it back home an hour later and collapsed on the couch, dropping Frank on the floor.
"Somebody had a rough night, huh?" A voice from the kitchen called. Mikey walked out holding a cup of coffee. Even though neither of them needed it, they still liked the taste.
"Yeah, you could say that," Gerard groaned. Mikey gave him a disappointed look before seeing Frank on the floor.
"Jeez, you're the worst one night stand ever. Leaving your guy on the floor?" he joked.
"He knew I was a vampire. I don't know what he is, but he knew I was a fucking vampire. What do I do, Mikey?" Gerard panicked. Mikey stared at him in disbelief.
"And you brought this random man- who you will not be sleeping with- into our house." Gerard nodded.
"God, you're an idiot. Look at him. He's probably a fucking vampire hunter and you just brought him into our house," Mikey groaned. He walked over to take a better look at Frank while he was passed out. He tapped him with his foot, almost like he was afraid to touch Frank.
"I don't think he'll be waking up any time soon, feel free to look at my ex-dinner," Gerard groaned. He rolled over and shut his eyes, trying to distract himself from hunger.
"Gee, if you would just drink the fuckin' cow blood readily available in our fridge, this wouldn't be happening," Mikey said, rolling his eyes.
"But Mikey, they're so cute. How am I supposed to drink that when I know it came from a poor cow?" Gerard said.
"You were gonna drink this guy's blood and he's pretty cute," Mikey retorted. He kneeled down, now inspecting Franks face. He poked his lower lip and got a glimpse of sharp fangs.
"You're joking," he groaned. Gerard sat up on the couch. "I think you might have brought home a werewolf. Maybe. Possibly," Mikey added.
"Ugh, fuck! Why did this have to happen, I just wanted to act gay and drink blood!" Gerard exclaimed. He got up and started pacing.
"Mikey, do you think he's gonna start turning? Oh my God, if he turns this is so bad, and we're already gonna have to do something about this since werewolves fucking hate us and-"
"Gerard, shut up. He probably won't turn. You're overthinking things," Mikey said, interrupting his brothers train of thought.
"Where do we put him?" Gerard asked. Mikey shrugged.
"He's your dog, keep him in your room." Gerard stared at him.
"He's not a dog- hey, wait! Frank is not staying in my room."
Mikey laughed. "Oh wow, you got his name and everything!"
"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! He can not stay in my room, what if I'm asleep and he wakes up and boom, he stakes me!" Gerard said.
"Uhm, do you even need to sleep? No. The answer is no. Just stay awake in case he does wake up and then we can sort this out. End of conversation," Mikey said. He started walking up to his own room, leaving Gerard to drag Frank somewhere for the second time in one night.
*
It was 4 in the morning. Gerard felt like something was wrong. The air was too warm and he just had a horrible gut feeling. He sat up in bed and saw Frank curled up in the corner of his room shaking.
"Frank?" Gerard asked. He got out of bed and went to see what was wrong, but Frank pushed him away.
"Fuck you! Go away! I don't know what you did to me, but I don't fuckin' like it and I need to call my friends and get out of- wherever the fuck I am!" Frank yelled. He looked like he was on the verge of tears with blood shot eyes.
"Uh, I can get you back to wherever-"
"No! Don't fucking talk to me and don't try to act nice!" Gerard backed away.
"Okay, okay. Um, do you wanna leave? I can show you the way out?" He offered. Frank nodded but made no moves to actually get up.
"Hello? You gonna get up?"
"Just let me think! I- I don't know if I need to call my friends, or I can go home to my roommate- fuck, my roommate! He's gonna think I'm dead, holy shit!" Frank said. He scrambled to get up and dusted himself off. Gerard let him go out first and led him down to the front door.
"Don't go too far from me, it's pretty easy to get lost," he said. Frank stayed silent but glared daggers at him. They left and navigated through the forest. It only took about fifteen minutes before they got on a main road.
"I know where my house is. I can go from here," Frank said.
"It's not safe to walk alone at night," Gerard responded. Frank stared at him incredulously.
"You're telling me that? It would have been really fucking great to know that a while ago. Y'know, I almost got killed earlier today by a fucking vampire!" He yelled. He turned away and started walking towards wherever his house was, leaving Gerard to either watch or follow. He chose the latter.
"You know, I am sorry. About all this," he said.
"Well, you still bit me and drank my blood. I'm mad at you. If we ever see eachother again, I'll still be mad. But you have the chance to redeem yourself," Frank said back. He kept his eyes glued to his feet and shoved his hands in his pockets. They walked in silence until Frank stopped at a shitty apartment complex.
"Well, this is my stop. See yo- wait, I don't wanna see you around, sorry. Thanks for walkin' me home, though," Frank said. Gerard waved and started walking back when he heard loud shouting.
"You disappeared, left us at the bar for hours, and come back with one of those?!" Gerard paused. Those? Does this person know about me too? He turned back just in time to see a guy with curly hair and a lip piercing glare at him through the open door. Then, another short guy with a red streak in his hair swatted him around, gave Gerard an apologetic look, and shut the door.
Weirdest night ever.
Chapter 2: Are vampires really that hot, or are you just biased?
Summary:
Pete and Frank go to CVS to get concealer for Frank's bite and they run into some people that Frank really, really doesn't want to see.
Notes:
Woah. Long time no see... I had actually started working on this chapter almost immediately after the first ome but then some things came up and I started working on other projects as well. So if you like petekey check out my other stuff cuz this is like pretty much the only frerard thing ive written. Its been a full semester of school so hopefully you all still enioy this 😭
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The next morning, Frank woke up on his carpet drenched in sweat. That was, if he had actually slept instead of dying and being brutally revived, which was exactly how he felt. Everything in his body hurt and his neck felt like someone shot him.
"Ughhh, fuck... Pete, are you here?" Frank groaned, squinting his eyes and sitting up.
"Holy shit, dude, you're awake! You passed out on the floor and I totally thought you died!" Pete said. He walked over to where Frank was laying on the carpet and nudged him with his foot.
"How's your hangover treating you?" He asked.
"Like shit," Frank responded.
He managed to stand up without falling over or passing out and stumbled to the bathroom to take some ibuprofen for his headache. He managed to unscrew the cap and pour out a couple pills onto the counter. He immediately swallowed them, not even taking any time to get a drink of water. He looked up at the mirror to fix his hair and- oh.
"What the fuck?" Frank muttered. Where he had been bitten last night by Gerard was red. His fangs had left two circular scabs on his neck. The grossest part was that there were black lines spreading out from the bite. It was grotesque, to say the least. Pete slammed the bathroom door open.
"Dude, what's up with your neck? You must've gotten really fuckin' wasted last night, jeez... In all my years of fucking around, I've never seen a hickey like that." Frank stared at him dumbfounded, almost seeming offended.
"It's not a hickey," he scoffed.
"Well it's a big purple mark on your neck and you went to a bar last night wanting to "get some". Sue me for assuming," Pete said while shrugging. Frank went back to examining the bite. He was scared to touch it; if it hurt this bad by itself, he didn't want to mess with it.
"So, uh, do you need concealer or something?" Pete added.
"...Yeah, sure," Frank said. Pete retreated to his bathroom, leaving Frank with his thoughts. How did I even end up in this situation? You think I'd be able to identify a vampire, even when shitfaced. But whatever, at least he was kind of hot. Kind of. Not really wait what the fuck stop thinking about him he's a vampire and he sucks and he bit you so stop.
"It's gonna be way too dark, but its better than that, right? Just say its a birthmark or something," Pete said as he burst back into the room. He got close to Frank's neck, staring at the bite.
"Dude, this looks like a vampire!" Pete exclaimed with excitement. Frank froze up, wondering how Pete could have guessed that.
"Uh- what?" He anxiously responded. Pete looked at him again.
"Y'know, like a vampire? Those creatures that look like people and have big ass fangs and drink blood and are super sexy?" Pete said. Frank sighed in relief. He didn't know how he managed to forget about Pete's weird obsession with vampires, but at least he was blissfully unaware.
"Do you always have to make things about vampires?" Frank asked, feigning annoyance.
"Duh! Vampires are the coolest ever!" Pete exclaimed. He made a joking swooning motion and Frank rolled his eyes. He didn't know how he, as a werewolf, got stuck rooming with the world's weirdest vampire fan, but it didn't really matter since Pete was a good friend. Pete's fingertips were warm applying the concealer, even though the makeup itself was cold. He was right, it was way too dark, but it would have to do.
"Thanks Pete, seriously," Frank said.
"It's no big deal, but how do you not have any concealer? Aren't you always wearing makeup?" Pete asked.
"I only wear eyeliner. Big difference, Wentz," Frank joked. Pete rolled his eyes.
"Well, guess what, we're gonna go get you some concealer that matches!" Pete said. He grabbed Frank's arm and dragged him back to their 8 x 10 excuse of a living room so that they could get their shoes on. Frank peeled his sweaty shirt off and swapped it with a hoodie. He also changed from his gross bar jeans to a pair that was much cleaner and didn't have anything alchoholic spilled on them. The two of them left their apartment, Pete practically bouncing down the sidewalk as they made their way to a CVS.
"How are you so hyper? It's like, 7 in the morning," Frank groaned.
"First, it's 1 in the afternoon. Second, I just really like shopping. You can't judge either, because I know for a fact that you go to thrifting all the time," Pete said. Frank laughed a bit, but his head still hurt pretty badly and for some reason, he had a horrible tooth ache. They walked into the store and Pete made a beeline for the makeup section. Frank wandered around the snack isle before making his way to Pete so they could just get the concealer and leave. His head was pounding and the fluorescent lights definitely weren't helping.
"You're fucking kidding me," Frank groaned. There, right next to Pete, was none other than Gerard and some other tall guy with glasses. Gerard looked over and froze up before nudging the other man. He looked over and shrugged. Gerard noticed Frank's neck and went pale– or paler than he already was. He pulled Frank aside.
"Hey, what the fuck? Are you, like, stalking me?" Frank asked. He leaned against a shelf that was holding chips and briefly thought about buying some.
"What is on your neck?" Gerard asked in a panic.
"Oh nothing, just Pete's concealer to cover up the major fucking hickey you gave me when you tried to drink my blood," Frank said.
"Oh fuck, shit, this isn't good Frank," Gerard groaned. He ran a hand through his hair.
"I think you're gonna start turning."
Frank blinked. What the fuck. What the fuck. Why is this happening to me? I'm a good person! l've only shoplifted a little bit, what the fuck?! Fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!! Now of course, Frank couldn't say any of these things in a public CVS, much less yell them like he wanted to.
"What?" Is all Frank could say.
"Im assuming that's concealer for the bite. And if you say I gave you a hickey, then you're probably turning," he said.
"What?" Frank repeated. This wasn't supposed to happen. Werewolves don't turn into vampires, that had like, never happened before.
"I don't know why. I- I can ask other vampires, but I don't know if they can do anything to help," Gerard explained. He ran a hand through his hair.
"But... But werewolves don't turn. If this is some sort of prank for like, ditching you last night and being rude or whatever, I'm gonna fucking stake you or whatever the fuck kills you," Frank snapped. Honestly, he would do that right now if given the chance, but first he needed to figure out how to stop turning. If he was actually turning into one.
"I didn't think so either! Listen, I have other vampire friends that might be able to help, so if you humor me and come back to my house– just once! Just to figure out what's going on, then I can get them and they'll help," Gerard rushed out. Frank glared at him. His hair shone slightly red in the fluorescent lights.
"Sounds great! I'd love to go over to your house after you tried to kill me last night!" Frank said, rolling his eyes.
"Frank, I didn't want to. I had to, it's like when you turn into a wolf-"
"Don't compare me to yourself. I'm not like you, and I will never be like you." Gerard looked almost hurt. Frank turned away before he could feel bad and walked back to Pete.
*
Pete watched as the weird, greasy guy dragged his roommate off. Then he turned to weird greasy guy's friend and- wow. He was... Pretty, to say the least. He was tall and had weird glasses and weirder, also probably greasy hair, but Pete was entranced. Something about him was so innocent, but so predatory at the same time.
"Are you just gonna stare all day?"
Pete blinked out of his daydream.
"My name's Pete," he said, sticking his hand out. The other guy gingerly took it and Pete stared into his green eyes.
"Mikey," he said.
"Why's your friend stealing my roomie?" Pete asked, not ready to let go of Mikey's cold hand.
"That's my brother, and he's probably trying to get Frank to come back to our house," Mikey said.
"Wait- woah. Are they dating??" Pete asked in shock.
"Oh, no. Like, definitely not. It's really complicated. But they kind of hate eachother I think," Mikey explained. He reached up and fidgeted with the edge of his beanie. Pete nodded, pretending he understood.
"I... Get it?" He said. Mikey smiled and oh wow. He was beautiful.
"It's weird. Really, super weird," Mikey said.
"So... If your brother is gonna continue to kidnap my roommate to your guys' house, does that mean we can see eachother more often?" Pete asked, shooting his shot.
"Sure. Here's my number," Mikey said. He picked up an eyeliner sample and wrote his phone number on Pete's arm. His face was so close and Pete couldn't stop staring. His touch on his arm felt like fire; Pete wouldn't be surprised if he was blushing. Mikey hesitated before drawing a heart too, almost seeming embarrassed. Pete thought he was the cutest boy ever. He felt disappointed when Frank and Gerard came back.
"We're leaving," Gerard said. He grabbed Mikey's arm and dragged him out of the store. Mikey gave Pete an awkward little wave goodbye and Pete returned the gesture. Frank muttered something under his breath that Pete didn't hear.
"Who was that?" Pete asked.
"It was that weirdo at the bar. It's not really important, I just left some stuff at his house last night," Frank responded.
"You went to his house?" Pete asked in shock.
"More like he took me there. I passed out and he tried to help me or whatever," Frank responded. "Enough about him though, I saw you looking at his friend!"
"Dude, he's exactly my type. He has glasses. He wears hats. He has a weird haircut. I think I'm totally back in love," Pete gushed. Frank rolled his eyes affectionately and they walked out of the store.
"Wait, we forgot to get you concealer," Pete said when they got back to their house.
"I don't really need it," Frank shrugged. He sat down on their worn out couch.
"I'm gonna call Andy and Joe and Ray. They'll know if I should go to that guy's house," Frank said.
"That guy? Do you even know his name?" Pete asked.
"Well, yeah, his name's Gerard," Frank said defensively. Pete shrugged and went to his room. He hoped Patrick would come with Ray. He really needed to tell someone about Mikey, and he could tell Frank was obviously focused on something- or someone- else.
*
"What the fuck do I even do..." Frank muttered to himself. He was pacing around the living room and contemplating calling the other couple of werewolves he know. He could already tell that they would be disappointed in him for falling for a vampire's tricks, but he needed help. He dialed each of their numbers and got them to come over. He only had to wait for a couple of minutes before all of them came in. Ray brought his boyfriend Patrick, probably so that he could go talk to Pete.
"Okay, what's your issue, Frankie? You just said we needed to come over asap," Joe said.
"Um. Sit down," Frank said. Joe, Andy, and Ray managed to share the small couch and Patrick decided that whatever was going on wasn't his problem, so he went to Pete's room.
"You guys are going to be really pissed off at me," Frank said nervously. Andy gave him an expectant look.
"I got bit by a vampire at the bar and now I think I'm gonna start turning," he rushed out. After Frank said that, the room got so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
"You what? " Ray asked.
"How the fuck do you get bitten by a vampire??" Andy groaned. All Joe did was bury his face in his palms and groan in disappointment.
"I was super drunk and he was hot! You can't blame me because he was hot!!" Frank said in defense.
"Fine, fine. Even if he is as hot as you say, you should know better!" Joe said.
"Did you not hear me say I was drunk? I was so fucked up I couldn't stand dude, there was no way I could fight off a vampire!" Frank shouted. He felt a searing pain in his neck and he stopped yelling. Ray got up and went over to look at what had happened and winced when he saw the bite.
"Do you know where this vampire lives? He might know how to help you," Ray said.
"Y-yeah, he lives kinda off the freeway, he walked me from- from his house to here," Frank said, grimacing at the pain.
"Well then, I guess we've gotta go to his house, don't we?" Andy said. Frank nodded.
"Yeah- fuck- let's go, I guess."