Frerard Oneshots

Blood Lust

My great-grandpa was a well known vampire. He terrorized the city and loved doing so. And then his daughter, who was also a vampire, fell in love with a human. The two had a child who is my mom, who was human but carried the recessive gene as well as my father. My brother was lucky, he got the dominant gene. I however was recessive and was born a vampire.

It wasn't so bad. I grew up like a normal kid. Although, I couldn't stay outside for too long. But things were great and I really didn't mind being a vampire. And one day there was an incident where my parents had forgotten to feed me and I got really hungry and took a bite out of my little brother. After that they gave me a bedroom in the basement and hid me away, they were scared of me. I wasn't allowed out, they locked me down there. That's where I've been for the past ten years and I'm now the age of twenty-two and I'm still just stuck down here.

"f**k," I muttered.

I went over to the speaker on the wall and pressed the button.

"I'm hungry," I said.

"I know, Gerard, we dropped your juice, we have to make a new batch," my mom replied.

'Juice', that's what they call it. I'm not entirely sure what it's made of but it's a substitute for blood. It was nowhere near as fulfilling as the real thing. It's been ten years since I've had real human blood and I'll never forget how good it is.

I pushed on the door as I felt myself getting angrier. I needed food. The door was bolted too tight, there was no way I was getting out. I've never been able to use or practice my powers so they were pretty weak.

But the hungrier I got the stronger I could feel myself becoming. It was like animal instinct taking over my body. I kicked the door down with a heavy metal clash before heading upstairs.

"Oh s**t!" Mikey exclaimed.

They stared at me in fear before I ran outside into the night.

Blood.

I was fast, watching houses around me turn into a blur. But when I stopped I ended up falling on my face. Man, I needed to practice that.

I looked around because I smelled something. Someone. There was a small crunch of a leaf under a foot as well as some quiet humming. I had that person pinned up against the wall in an alley in less than a second as I smirked.

"I-I..."

The person trailed off, terrified and looking close to tears.

"I what?" I asked.

He tried to push me off him but I didn't budge. I took a moment to really look at him for the first time. He was small with these big, green eyes and dark hair. He was dressed up in a cute little pink dress with white shoes.

"Maybe the cuter ones taste better," I remarked, running my tongue along my fangs.

"Please let me go," he sobbed.

I smirked, grabbing his jaw. I laughed as he flinched and I turned his head up slightly and FO the side to expose his neck.

"You smell so good," I whispered, licking along his neck.

The boy shrieked as I bit into his neck. It was euphoric, something I missed. I loved the way it felt on my tongue and ran down my chin. I couldn't get enough. It wasn't until the boy went completely limp that I stopped.

I pulled away, letting his body fall to the floor. I closed my eyes, running my tongue over my fangs to get every last drop. When the adrenaline left as well as all animal instinct, I was left standing there as just the normal me again.

I opened my eyes and looked down at the small boy with regret. His skin was pale and cold to the touch, he lost too much blood.

"No, no," I whimpered. "I-I didn't mean to, i'm sorry."

I grabbed his wallet and pulled out his driver's license. It said his name was Frank Iero and he was only seventeen. I picked him up, carrying him to the address on the license.

When I got there it looked like it was empty. I couldn't smell or hear anyone. I carried him up to what I assumed was his bedroom and tucked him in. I sat beside him, holding his hand.

"Please be okay," I begged. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm so sorry. I-I couldn't control myself."

I ran my fingers through his hair as he slept. He was still alive, I could hear his heart beating. Blood was drying on my skin and clothes but I didn't care, I just had to make sure he was safe. I bandaged up his neck as I frowned.

I looked around his bedroom, seeing the large expanse of stuffed animals on his bed. There were some CDs on his desk as well as some makeup. His closet was full of clothes, most of it being pink and frilly.

There were small whimpers and I looked over to see Frank reach for his neck in obvious pain. But he was okay, thankfully. I hurried out of his house, heading down the street. The sun was starting to rise and I knew I'd have to get inside soon but I also didn't want to go home.

I found shelter in an alley under some boxes. I closed my eyes, eventually falling asleep. It was surprisingly comfortable as I slept like that for the day.

By the time I woke up, it was dark again. I got out and went onto the empty street. I looked around and found a toy shop. I took a deep breath, punching the window. I broke in and grabbed a little stuffed bear. I wrote a little note and tied it to the bear's paw.

I didn't mean to bite you, I'm so sorry, I hope you're okay

-G

I went back to Frank's house and climbed up to his window. I crawled in and saw him sleeping peacefully. He looked better, his skin was full of color and he was warm to the touch. I lifted his arm up gently, tucking the bear in underneath his arm. I kissing his forehead gently, sitting beside him.

I ran my fingers through his hair as I watched him sleep. Every now and then Frank would mumble something or stir and I would panic but thankfully he stayed asleep.

As soon as he started to wake up, I jumped out the window. I kept peeking in though, holding myself up on the windowsill with my feet pressed against the wall. Frank yawned and noticed the bear, looking at it in confusion as he read the note. He glanced over and we made eye contact for a second before I dropped down to the ground.

I ran away, going back to my boxes in the alley. I stayed there through the day, thankful I had drank real blood. With the juice I need it once a day. Blood has more substance, it can last me a couple days before I need more.

As soon as it was dark again, I headed back out to Frank's house. He was home alone again as I snuck in through his window and sat beside him. I smiled softly, running my fingers through his hair as he slept. But then I heard his heart beating far too fast to be sleeping.

He grabbed my wrist, looking up at me as I froze. Neither of us seemed to know quite what to do at that point. We just sort of stared at each other and I felt my heart race.

"Y-you bit me," he whimpered.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "When I get really hungry I can't control myself. Let me see."

Surprisingly, Frank let me check his wound as I pulled off the bandage. The marks were almost completely gone, they always heal fast.

"You're okay," I sighed thankfully.

"You're Gee," he said quietly.

"Gerard, technically," I said. "Do you hate me?"

Frank bit his lip. "No, you seem nice."

"I am," I said. "I'm not usually like this, I just lost control."

I held his hand softly and he looked up at me. My heart was racing so fast with nerves and I could hear his doing the same. There was a bang downstairs and I turned my head. I could smell alcohol and sweat.

"Who is that?" I asked.

"M-my dad," Frank whimpered.

I heard something crash and break and Frank flinched. I pulled up Frank's shirt and he gasped but I saw the bruises on his skin.

"You're not living like this," I denied. "You don't deserve this."

I scooped him up in my arms and headed to the window.

"Mr. Dots!" Frank exclaimed.

I frowned in confusion as he hurried over to his bed, picking up a little dog stuffed animal with brown spots. There were footsteps coming closer and I picked Frank up, jumping out the window as he shrieked.

I ran all the way back home, carrying Frank as he hugged me tight. We got inside and I heard footsteps as people ran over.

"Gerard, we--"

My mom cut herself off when she saw Frank.

"Who's this?" She asked nervously.

"Frank," I stated.

I walked downstairs to where the door was still broken. I set Frank down on the bed as he looked around.

"Get some rest," I whispered, tucking him in.

I held his hand until he fell asleep. My dad came in and I helped him fix my door, trying to be as quiet as possible so we didn't wake Frank. Surprisingly they didn't lock it, probably only because there was someone else with me.

The next night I was starting to get hungry again. My parents didn't ask who Frank was or where he came from, they were too scared of me. But they still kept the door unlocked, probably just in case Frank needed to escape.

"Here's dinner, Frank," my mom said when she came in, handing him a plate of food.

"I'm hungry," I stated.

"W-we're trying to make a new batch of juice but it'll be a while," my mom said before walking out.

"A while?" I muttered. "I don't know if I have a while before I lose control."

"You can have my blood," Frank said quietly.

I raised my eyebrows, sitting down beside him on the couch.

"Frankie--"

"It doesn't really hurt, it's just a little pinch," Frank said. "You can take a little of my blood to tie you over until you can get juice."

"Only if I lose control," I stated.

Frank nodded, taking a bite of his food. He had already finished eating and we were laying on my bed reading comics when I felt heart race as my thirst grew and all instinct took over.

I grabbed Frank, hearing him gasp as I picked him up and pushed him against the wall. He looked up at me with wide eyes that thankfully didn't seem scared.

"Look at you, the pretty little thing giving himself up to me," I said, tilting his chin up.

"N-not too much blood," he whimpered.

"You're so cute," I muttered. "I bet you'd look even cuter when I f**k you."

My hips pressed forward against his and he gasped, his face flushing red. I licked his neck and I thought I heard a quiet moan. I smirked, my fangs softly grazing over his skin. I bit in and he squeaked softly. My hands held his hips as I drank, feeling blood fill my mouth.

Frank's body started waving as I took a little too much. I didn't want to stop, I needed more. It took every ounce of self control to pull away. I gasped as he leaned against the wall and I slowly took control again.

"I-I'm sorry," I apologized. "I didn't mean to do all that."

"It's okay," he said softly. "I-I'm just dizzy."

I helped him sit down before hurrying upstairs. My parents watched me as I dug through the fridge and cabinets.

"Gerard, y-you have blood dripping down your chin," my mom said, looking terrified.

"It's only Frank's," I replied before heading back downstairs.

I set down the big container of orange juice and the cookies.

"For you," I said. "Th-they give these after donating blood, right?"

Frank smiled softly and took them both.

"Your family is human," Frank said, looking at me curiously.

"Vampirism is genetic, I was the only one with the gene," I said.

"You're not super powerful like the ones in the movies," he said. "You're powerful but not super powerful."

"I've never been able to practice my powers," I stated. "If I do then I can, like, mind control people and stuff. I just don't really know how."

"That sounds cool," Frank said quietly as he ate.

I went to the bathroom to grab a wet washcloth before going over to clean the blood off his neck.

"Here," he said softly, taking the rag to wipe my own face clean.

"You need to sleep," I stated.

I tucked him into bed and he smiled sleepily, hugging Mr. Dots.

"Do you mean what you say when the hunger takes over?" Frank mumbled.

"Yeah," I admitted.

Frank nodded as he yawned.

"Will you cuddle with me?" He asked.

I crawled into bed with him, smiling as he fell asleep. I ran my fingers through his hair gently as I held him in my arms, eventually falling asleep myself.