We Love Like Vampires: Part 1We Love Like Vampires: Part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hide your body when the sunlight dies
Everybody hide your body from the Vampires
I sat in the passenger's seat as he drove through the black night on one of the old back roads. His sharp black hair hung just above his shoulders and in his face, covering his blood shot hazel eyes. His shoulders were a bit tense so I placed my left hand gently on his thigh to help relax him. He took a deep breath and exhaled a sigh that visibly eased the tension there in his shoulders.
He glanced over at me with a weak smile of thanks. He really was beautiful, always had been; but recently he had started to look worn down and tired. There was something stressing him out enough to make him lose sleep. I understood, it had been stressing me out as well. We were sleeping all day and driving all night. We weren't going anywhere in particular just away.
MCRThe only reason people hate MCR is because the entire rock genre is an easy target because it's so different. People and society are scared of what they don't understand. MCR saved my life, and continue to every day. People need to stop just looking at what's on the surface because there's always so much more. I'm 15 year old who's still here because I found a band that saved me, and what can only be called a life-changing experience with music and not the God who was supposed to help me when I called. I gave up on God when he couldn't save me but four guys from New Jersey could.MCR4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Why Gerard Way is AWESOMEThese are all recent/lesser know quotes from the beautiful Gerard Way, who I lookp on a massive scale! These little utterances of his are jst him being funny and whatnot... please don't judge me because I have seven pages of this guys random thoughts and stuffs...Why Gerard Way is AWESOME4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
G: (Onstage - Manchester) "You guys are wonderful. You're all my fucking hero! We ain't nobody's hero, you're our hero... How about that?"
Gerard: (on stage Hamburg) "I fucking hate nu-metal. Fucking haaaate it, dude. I hate Limp Bizkit, I hate Korn... I don't give a shit what you like! You're here tonight because you like us, and we're here tonight because we hate nu-metal!" *Guitars to 'Teenagers' start* "This song is about hating nu-metal!"
Gerard: (Onstage Hamburg) "He has fantastic taste in music. He likes us, for example."
Gerard: (On stage Berlin) "You guys are all beautiful."
Gerard: (onstage in Berlin - holding a bra someone threw from the audience) "This is horrible. You know what's funny about
Save Yourself MFRCONTESTENTRYSave Yourself MFRCONTESTENTRY4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A gunshot rang out in the air and then war started. Shots fired everywhere. Blood contaminated the floor, as well as dead bodies and corpses. Fun Ghoul, Jet Star, and my younger brother, Kobra Kid were all fighting as best as they could, which was very well. Veins bulged out of their fingers as they lay on their triggers. BL/ind workers dropped to the floor, deceased from gun wounds.
They had an unfair advantage; we were only four and they were coming in hundreds. However, we shot them with ease.
Boom! I shot a BL/ind worker straight in the chest. Sweat dribbled on my forehead. It felt like we had been fighting for an eternity, but it was only a couple of minutes.
Out of nowhere, I feel a sharp pain in the back of my right calf. Warm, red blood oozes from it. I sunk to the floor, covering my leg with my palm. It's no use. Blood seeps through the openings between my fingers and onto the smooth, white floor.
I place my back against the wall, while ducking from gunshots fired
One Small Spark 01 Burn Down the Bar Dust covered lamps flickered overhead in the nearly empty bar giving the old metal chairs a dim glow. Closing time was only two hours away but it didn’t mean anything other than the sign saying the establishment was open would flicker off. Those who wanted to drink after hours would still come in and the owner wouldn’t do much about it. He welcomed patrons of all sorts, it didn’t matter what their alignment was in these tumultuous times. As long as they had money, they were good enough for him.One Small Spark 01 Burn Down the Bar4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The front doors swung open and the bartender glanced away from cleaning the musty glass in his hand to make sure it wasn’t anyone he should worry about then back down to his cleaning. He had a shotgun hidden under the bar just in case the clientele became too unruly. The man who had entered the bar was a regular he recognized and the bartender knew he wouldn
Frerard - RosesI was four years old when my parents took me and my brother to a party. It was for adults; There were almost no kids to play with, there weren't clowns, there weren't even balloons. Well, clowns anyway were scary for me. It was a little boring, since my mom had my little brother with her almost all the time, being a baby. I had to stay in a little place they had for kids, with some toys. It was then when another kid arrived. He looked like he was my age, and had hazel eyes too. His mother told him something, before she left him. He sat at my side, getting me confused.Frerard - Roses4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hi" he said, with a smile. At least he was not shy, like me.
"Hi" I greeted back, and we stayed quiet a little.
"My name is Frank what's your name?" he asked me, and I could feel his curiosity in me as he looked at me with his always present smile. The music the adults had was a little annoying, but they seemed to enjoy it while dancing. My parents were talking and laughing with other people on a big table, though.
The Black Parade Ch. 4The Black Parade Ch. 43 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter 4 - Reflections
I watched as Maria paced behind her desk, her short brown hair flapping violently behind her. Agitation riddled her face, "This is the second time you've almost missed the deadline, Keane." Maria said sternly, her eyes closed.
I shifted my eyes past Maria to the window behind her, I could see my reflection staring back at me, I was keeping a straight face but I could see the embarrassment in my eyes.
"I know," Was all I said. I felt like a small child being scolded by her mother.
Maria made an apathetic "HA!" and slammed her hands down on her desk, facing me.
"Do you think this is a joke? I run a legitimate business selling legitimate art to legitimate buyers for their legitimate galleries. You are supposed to supply the art and that's it. I don't understand why this is so hard
The Box.People around the school knew Gerard Way as the creepy guy that dyed his hair a lot.The Box.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His classmates knew him as the guy who sat in the corner and didn't talk to anybody.
His friends, you could say, knew him as the one that drew amazingly, who was going to make it far in the comic industry.
His brother knew him as the best sibling in the world.
I knew him as my boyfriend.
Notice I say "knew", as in the past tense of "know"?
Well Gerard killed himself a week before our high school graduation.
He, he said the bullying was too much. He said that it's been going on ever since he was fifteenthe year he finally felt proud enough to tell his parents and friends that he was gay.
He said he was glad that the bullying died down for a bit after the "I'm gay" news got around, but it started up again when he was eighteen, when he dyed his hair red.
I tried to tell him he shouldn't care what the others thought, just try to stay strong, and he seemed strong for a long time, but
Frerard interrogation29 Days later .Frerard interrogation4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Bandit woke at 5am, ran into her parents' room and jumped on her Mum's sleeping form.
"Daddy's coming home today! Daddy's coming home today!" She shouted gleefully. Lyn-Z swatted her hand at her.
"Bandit, it's five in the morning. We don't have to get up for another two hours. Climb into bed with me and go back to sleep." Bandit burrowed under the covers and nestled herself in next to her mum, trying desperately to sleep again, but she was just too excited. After 5 minutes, Lyn-Z decided that it was a lost cause.
"I'm awake anyway sweetheart, we might as well start getting ready." Bandit and Lyn-Z spent the next few hours getting ready and cleaning the house, ready for Bandit's Daddy to come home to.
Bandit held onto her Lyn-Z's hand tightly as she pulled her through the sea of people crowding the airport. They had arrived with Bandit's Auntie Jamia and best friends Cherry and Lily, but the airport was so densely packed with people that Bandit couldn't see the
Silhouettes,Silhouettes,4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's said that childern can see more than an adult because their minds are more open to things and they don't really know what they're seeing. They say that you can feel the pain for someone you love if you love them enough. Some people believe in ghosts and others don't. Some people refer to ghosts as 'spirits' just for respect.
About five years ago, Frank's best friend died. Well, he actually commited suicide. Frank wasn't a child when this happened. He was almost twenty. Frank wasn't in love with this friend of his, they were only friends.
Five years ago, Frank swore the night that Gerard killed him self with that rope he began to choke on the food he was eating. Feeling the pain and helplessness that Gerard was. Five years ago, Frank swore he saw a black sillhouette at Gerard's funeral. The silhouette sat up in a tree as it's feet swung back and froth.
For five years Frank has thought about his friend, Gerard. It was such a big mystery as to why he killed himself. The bigger myster
I Have No Famous Last Words.His fingers tightly curl around my jacket collar. I shrink back at first, try to get away.I Have No Famous Last Words.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I slowly relax, letting my breath come out in slow strides. "Any famous last words, punk?" I hear him murmur to me, and I find myself shaking my head.
My lips are stitched shut.
The barrel of his gun digs deeper into my chin. "You sure? You're always so colorful with the way you handle things. Isn't this one of those situations?"
I slowly close my eyes, my lips trembling. My muscles loosen, and I meet peace.
Killjoys never die.
He shoots me.
Dangerverse Chronicles - 1Dangerverse Chronicles - 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
June 15, 2016, 2 pm
Somewhere in the desert
Battery Monster: How long have you known Dr DeathDefying?
PartyPoison: All my second life.
The diner's dilapidated façade if it could be called so even when it was brand new looked no different from usual, the three remaining letters on top of it spelling out their normal cheerful wish directed at anyone who'd care to look. For a moment, I wondered if it was time to loosen up on the usual paranoid level of security and simply swerve off the road towards the entrance. From what I could tell, no one showed up here for months at a time. No regular patrols, no caravans not even a Better Living representative to restock their vending machine. They probably thought that the gasoline burned to get here offset any possible profits from it, and were right about it. The only chance visitors to this place would be a very lost traveler or a squad on a mission, and neither of those would have a reas
A cross to be fixed part3A cross to be fixed part34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She sat alone in her apartment, she unplugged the phone, turned her mobile off and was not answering the doors, and she wanted to be alone for a little while to get her thought together. 'BANG' 'BANG' 'BANG' came the noise from the back door, one thing she forgot she worked a lot of time from home, she still didn't bother answering it, it wasn't until she heard the door being unlocked, Morgan moved to her bed room and pulled out the gun she got back from Gerard and walked back into the room, there stood Frank with a worried look on his face, "I've been calling."
"I turned the phone off."
"I called the land line."
"I unplugged it."
"What is going on?" she looked at him placing her gun on the table, by the door "And where is the coffee table?"
"I punch Gerard and he landed on it." Frank head snapped up and looked at her; he noticed she had bags under her eyes, she looked paler, and he walked over to her and pulled the bandage of her neck
"Fuck when you were going to tell me ur
Dear Diary - FrerardDear diary, today I feel numb. The tears have stopped long ago, I've cried all of them. But still I think I didn't cry enough, or even weeping world's largest ocean wouldn't be enough. Not for him. It doesn't hurt anymore. I no longer suffer. I've forgotten the meaning of the word 'happiness'. I don't feel anything. Tell me, why should you live if you haven't a reason? Why get up every morning when you know your day will be dark? Why eat and drink, if you know they'll only keep you alive a few more days of this nightmare called life? Why live when you just want to die? I haven't accepted it yet. I have no intention of doing so. They have taken him from me. They have removed him from my arms. They have ripped my heart without mercy. They have taken my happiness, my hope, my strength to keep going, my moon at night, my air for breath, my shooting star that gave me their company during this time, my sunshine after a storm, my four leaf clover, my life, my Frank.Dear Diary - Frerard4 years ago in Drama More Like This
You have no
Headache."I have such a headache."Headache.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Shut the fuck up, Gerard," my little brother teases from the other side of the tour bus as he types away on his Sidekick.
"How about you stop telling me what to do and just continue sexting with your little boyfriend?" I laugh to myself and get up from the chair I was planted in for the last ten minutes. I sway over to the counter and reach for the coffee machine, but a hand slaps at mine. When I look up, I see Mikey Way.
"Why'd you do that for? Your big bro needs his coffee." I attempt once more to grab at the pot, but Mikey ends up pushing my hand away and knocking me upside the head.
"Your little bro says you drink too much coffee."
I scoff and dust myself off dramatically. "Your big bro says I don't drink too much coffee."
"Your little bro says you have a headache, because you drink too much caffeine."
"Your big bro says it's just caffeine withdrawal, retard." I push him out of the way, making his glasses go askew. I laugh at himall nasally
Cancer.Cancer.4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Turn away, if you couldn't get me a drink, of water 'because my lips are chapped and faded..."
We were now playing Cancer, one of our most tragic and difficult songs to play in front of an audience, especially an audience of probably millions and especially for Gerard, as he is the only one playing in this song.
The Mexican crowd screamed with ecstatic joy as Gerard gently cupped the microphone in his gloved palm. His swept-back, soaking, ebony hair stuck to his forehead and his Black Parade uniform, from were I was standing, looked as though it would just all melt off onto the stage and turn into a liquid or something. It was rather boiling in the arena from the amount of lights that were on.
"...help her gather all my things, and bury me in all my favourite colours, my sisters and my brothers still, I will not kiss you... because the hardest part of this is leaving you..."
His pale face looked pleading and desperate, his honey eyes closed quickly, fighting salt
We Love Like Vampires: Part 3We Love Like Vampires: Part 34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Frank's Point of View
After healing the bite marks I had left I slowly pulled back from his throat, reluctant to move from my most favorite spot. The heat his body was giving off was unbearably sweet, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. The condensation from our naturally heated breath was collecting between us leaving my mouth and his throat comfortably damp. I pulled back until I was about an inch or two from his face.
He was so lost in the moment he hadn't realized that I had pulled away yet and I took this moment to watch his face. Sometime while I was healing the bite he had closed his eyes and he seemed to have melted a bit. I smiled at the effect I had on him reveling in the fact that the feelings I had weren't one sided. I could make him melt like he could make the butterflies flutter in my stomach.
He had a look of pure and untainted contentment on his face that seemed to take all of th
We Love Like Vampires: Part 4We Love Like Vampires: Part 44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gerard's Point of View
The kiss was soft, warm, and sweet just like my Frankie. I can remember everything he's ever said to me, right down to 'Gerard, don't forget to pick up that sock!' My heart was his and he knew that, just like I knew that I had his. We were bonded forever, stuck with each other for eternity. This is something I will never complain about ever. He is one of the sweetest men I have ever known.
I have his picture burned into the creases of my brain, stamped onto the backs of my eyelids, he is my everything. Nothing could take him away from me except death which was completely unlikely due to the fact that we're vampires. Even with his small build he has a pretty powerful hold on my mind and my heart. I know he would never do anything to hurt me, never which was why I had changed him.
After I had gotten attacked and woke up like this he had helped me through eve
The Broken Coffee MachineThe Broken Coffee Machine4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Being on tour is rough; for some people, like my brother and I, it was too much so we turned to
drugs. In fact, for a time we were nicknamed the "Chemical Brothers." Like the band. We were
able to climb out of that hole, thankfully, but we had to replace the drugs and alcohol with
In this case: coffee.
For us, it is important to have coffee always available. Coffee machines in between Starbucks'.
I get very protective over my machines. I'm like the coffee expert, so I am the only one allowed
to work them. Simple, right?
See, in the band, everyone knows not to mess with my coffee. Ray never has time, cause he's
always jamming on his guitar or playing video games with me and Gerard. Gerard is drawing,
or reading comic books. Bob is always taping us doing stupid shit. Which leaves one person.
The instigator, AKA: Frank Iero.
He does not know when to stop.
"Oh, Mikey...!" Frank c
Famous Last WordsFamous Last Words3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Well...Where are your famous last words, now, huh?"
So now it's the end. Party Poison's paralyzed. His brown eyes look up, still, at the man who's holding the gun. At the man who's dominant now. He can shoot him at any time now. And for what is he asking? For words. It's only a last humiliation, a last way to bring him to the ground and say he's won. Words. The only thing that never serves in the desert. Goddamn words.
Party's heartbeat fastens with fear as his rational thoughts build up.
That man doesn't know. He doesn't know anything. He doesn't know anything about life, pain,heartbreak, convictions. Party Poison knows that. It's not the only thing he knows.
Well, let's teach that man something. Let's die like a martyr. Let's push him in his fall, even if that brings Party down too, even if that involves having his brains scattered on the cold ground. Fuck being afraid. He is. And so, what else? Let's be the hero of that revolution. He's not alone. Party's lips shake. His eyes never
A New Better Life - Frerard 1.A New Better Life - Frerard 1.4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Son, you're ready?" My dad asked, he had a worried look in his face. "It's been 20 minutes already"
"I've almost finished dad" I said in a low voice closing the suitcase.
"Ok, I'll be downstairs" he said, I nodded looking at him and then he disappeared. I walked to my desk and I looked at the photos I had on it. The photos reminded me of what happened this morning.
I knocked on the door 3 times. Then the door opened. And there she was, my girlfriend, with a smile on her face.
"Oh hum, hi honey" She said a bit surprised.
"Hi Jam" I said and walked inside without her telling me to.
"So.. what are you doing here?" she asked me closing the door behind her.
"It's 11.30 in the morning, and I wanted to see my girlfriend, is it a bad thing? Are you hiding something from me?" I said turning at her in the middle of the corridor.
"Uh.. no, I'm not hiding you anything. I guess you're right you can come here to see me if you want to.. but, why are you actin
The New Kid Chapter 1The New Kid Chapter 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
A wave of pupils crashed into me as I scrambled to get to next lesson. Since my family moved to Engkand, Mom said I would make new friends. Then when this proved not to be true, she said- "Oh, you'll make moe friends at 6th form!" Now sixth form had come, I was still friendless and still the 'annoying emo American.' Yay.
I fell over. Then as I tried to pick myself up I was shived back down again.
"W-whadd'yu want?" I sniffled.
"Whadd'yu want?" Thye imitated my American accent, making it sound stupid. "God, you're so thick. We want you to go back home. Crawl away like the insect you are. Go back to Hamburger Land."
Basically I'd just moved from America. I'd been going from Middle school to High school, and really looking forward to it. Then Dad dropped the bombshell that we were moving to England because of some work stuff. So, these hicks here aren'y=t too pleased that I've just moved into their form, 3 years into school.
A sharp stab came to my left side. A
You and I -Frerard-You and I -Frerard-4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It's been a long time since I came around
Been a long time but I'm back in town
This time I'm not leaving without you.
I stood on the porch, fiddling with my shirt, playing about with my skinny jeans, making sure they weren't creased before I knocked the door, pressing my lips together nervously.
The door swung open, after a lot of sound and delay on the other side, I'm guessing the door was still locked.
"Frank?" He asked, squinting at me. He was standing in his pyjama bottoms, bare chested. He looked pretty rough and I guessed that it hadn't been long since he had woken up.
"Yeah, Gerard. Its me. Frankie." I said, trying hard not to let my voice faulter at the sight of my beautiful ex-boyfriend.
"I thought you'd gone." Gerard said, his brow now furrowing.
"I had. I came back."
"For you. I want you to come with me."
He stood back from the door and invited me. I obliged and walked through to the lounge.
You taste like whiskey when you kiss me, oh
I'll give anything to
Frerard Oneshot: Accidents Happen for Good ReasonsFrerard Oneshot: Accidents Happen for Good Reasons3 years ago in Romance More Like This
This is all in Gerard's POV
I toss around in bed, unable to sleep. I turn onto my back, staring up at the ceiling, sighing. I close my eyes but it doesn't help. I can't stop thinking about him. Frank, my best friend who also happens to be the guy I have a major crush on.
I just can't seem to get him out of my head. His short black hair, his gorgeous green eyes, his perfect lipsespecially his lips. I think about those full, pale lips night and day.
I sigh into the silence that is night and turn onto my side, curling up into a ball. I stare into the darkness and then I close my eyes, managing to drift off into a restless slumber.
Frank is walking with me through what looks like a meadow. We're laughing and kicking over the tall daisies and overgrown grass. We stop walking and sit down, just the two of us, the greenery coming just above our heads. He looks at me with those orbs of pure emerald, his eyes searching for something within my hazel ones. He leans in and I feel his perfect