Title: Red darknessAuthor: DandygrrrlPairing: Frank/Gerard, (My chemical romance) may be othersRating: Overall NC-17Summary: Gerard is a born vampire, so is Frank but doesn't know it. Set in the future when vampire's have taken over, oh and these vampire's can go out in the sun.Disclaimer: Don't own anyone but I might try kidnapping bwhahahahaWarnings: Bdsm, blood play, Gerard's not nice but hey he's a vampire, in fact he will turn out to be a complete psycho I want to try and write from the point of view of psychopathic bastard. Very bad language. Possible malepreg as in this au certain male vampire's can get pregnant. A very dom Gerard and a very sub Frank. Many chapter's may be pwp, a lot of vampire smut.
Chapter One. Gerard Way walked down the corridor like a rabid pit-bull. He sneered as a blond haired cheerleader type got in his way; he roughly pushed her to the floor, laughing as she yelled out.
He hated humans with a passion and he would gladly snap their necks. He was born a vampire and he only hung about with others like him. Even the humans that had been turned weren't good enough for him. He, like most pure breeds, had been brought up to think like that. Humans were either food, or slaves. Even if you turned a human, for God knows what reason, they would always be just glorified slaves.
He knew pure breeds like him who had fucked humans but the very thought made him want to vomit. He looked back at the girl he had pushed down a few moments ago and shuddered at the idea. Her blond hair was all bouncing curls, and what was it with the fake orange tan? Not that he ever liked girls but he could see the beauty in his own species.
He hated tanned skin like most vampires. In fact, his ideal lover skin would be so white they almost glowed. He loved skin that was so pale it seemed to be almost blue. Oh, and his ideal lover would be male, possible a fertile. Yes he loved those. The fragile beauty of a male that could get pregnant. Oh, it turned him on so much just to think about them. He could feel his fangs unsheathing themselves, he wished he had some pretty little fertile to plunge them into. He smiled to himself as he thought about it.
He leaned back against a locker as he mind drifted. He saw some tasty dark haired boy underneath him, he had seen the boy before and he remembered seeing him at the mall. Gerard had never seen him before, but he knew he was the sweetest piece of meat he had ever seen. The thought of the boy gasping and sighing as Gerard pounded into him. The boy's eyes were closed tight, and Gerard could almost taste the blood that was running down the side of the boy's throat. Oh, he loved the taste of another vampire's blood, it was so different to the taste of a humans. Humans were just for food, but another vampire was pure sex. It made his normally hazel eyes turn completely black. He closed his eyes and smiled to himself. He came out of his day dream as the bell rang out signaling that class was about to start. Frank Iero walked nervously through the gates of his new school. His head down as he tried to avoid eye contact with any of the other students. He was small and in his other school he was bullied without mercy. He saw no reason why this school would be any different. And to top it all off he had heard there were vampires at this school, and that scared him shitless. At least, at his other school, they couldn't kill him but he had heard that was what happened if you got on the wrong side of a vampire.
He remembered back to Saturday when he had to go shopping with his foster parents and he had saw that vampire just staring at him. Well at least Frank thought he was a vampire, he was as pale as snow and his hair was as black as sin but then Frank thought how very pale he himself was, and he wasn't a vampire. He couldn't really make out why the vampire was staring at him so much, but he knew the vampires eyes were constantly on him. He hoped the vampire didn't go to this school; he probably wanted to beat the shit out him, and there be no one there to stop the vampire.
He looked back to Sharon, his foster mum, who stood against the car with her arms crossed. Over the years he had hated both Sharon and his foster dad, Terry, and he knew the feeling was returned. He looked back towards the school and sighed.