Dsiclaimer: This never happened. I do not own any of the characters. The whole thing is the result of me writing things that come out of my head :)
A/N: My second frerard fic! Enjoy!
The cold wind blasted into Gerard's face. Sending his ink black hair in several directions, making his red scarf flap around and getting his cheeks more flustered. He just stuffed his gloved hands into his jean pockets and kept walking. Staring down at his worn out sneakers. It was a cold windy fall day and here he was taking a walk.
I couldn't stand being in the house anyway. The house had been empty. There was no one to talk to, TV was boring as shit and no one answered their phones. He couldn't stand just sitting there or pacing around pointlessly. So he put on his gloves, scarf and coat and walked out. He didn't know where he was going but he just headed straight.
A few little kids chasing each other hurried past him. They're pregnant mothers walked behind gossiping about men. After them a skater skated past. There really wasn't much action on the streets today. After those people passed he was the only one on the road. So he just looked back down at his sneakers and cracks in the sidewalk.
He got tired of the gray cement so he looked up. Sitting on one of the park benches was a girl. She wore nothing but a black sleeveless dress. She had her head bent down as her long impossibly black hair rustled in the wind. Gerard stared at her intrigued. It was fucking freezing and some girl is sitting there in that dress. He walked up to her.
At the sound of his feet crunching on the ground, she looked up. Gerard nearly stopped walking. He was stunned by her. Her face was a pearly shade of white,(just like the rest of her skin) giving her a scary yet beautiful face, her eyes were bright light blue, almost neon, she had high cheekbones and her red lips were parted. Her black hair fell in ripples around her face. The twilight light fell perfectly on her white skin making her seem to glow.
Gerard was gay. He didn't like girls. But this girl, something about her had him captivated. Maybe it was the pale skin, or the black hair or the eyes...But he kept walking. He sat down next to her. And she just stared at him with wide eyes.
"Hello" She finally said. Gerard was caught off guard. He stumbled through his vocabulary trying to remember how to say hello.
"Hey" He managed. He accidentally brushed one of his fingers on hers. Her finger was ice cold. He blinked in surprise. No one could be that cold and be alive. No one.
"Aren't you cold?" He asked.
"No, my skin may feel cold to you but I don't feel cold" She replied Gerard just frowned confused. They just sat there in silence. Gerard staring at her in awe.
"What's your name?" She asked.
"Gerard. Yours?"
"Helena"
"Helena are you sure you're not cold?"
"Are you not cold?"
"I'm fucking freezing" He admitted. She smiled slyly. For a second she looked scary showing her white pointy teeth. Warnings of don't talk to strangers flew in Gerard's head. But then her eyes got wide and innocent again. Her lips closed and molded into a small closed lip smile.
"Why don't you come over to my place? It gets awful lonely" She said batting her thick eyelashes. Gerard was going to say not but one last look at his eyes had him saying yes. She stood up, she turned to him and grabbed his hand. Gerard shivered at the cold fingers but he followed her.
He followed her in a trance-like state through a dark alley. They kept twisting and turning until they reached a rocky path. They walked up the path until they reached a small wooden house. It was getting dark by the time they got there and Gerard should have been home but he didn't care. He followed her through the door and into the dark house. She didn't turn on the lights. Gerard couldn't see a thing, all he felt was her cold hand. He felt her keep walking so he held on tighter and followed. Then her hand was gone. He reached out blindly and couldn't feel a cold body, only air.
"Helena?" He said. No answer.
"Helena?" He said a little louder. He heard a giggle in his ear and air swooped past him making his hair ruffle. Cold hands gripped his waist and dragged him forward. Next thing he knew he was pushed down on a bed with a cold woman body on his.
"He-helena?" His said his voice quivering.
"Shh" She pressed a finger on his lips. Then she was off him. He saw a window open and moonlight poured in. The most beautiful, pale, glowing face smiled down at him. Gerard just watched her transfixed even though part of him screamed danger danger! Get out of here! Gerard your senses!
She was on him again. Her cold finger caressing his flustered cheeks. She seemed to be observing every inch of him. Then out of nowhere she bent down and licked his cheek. Gerard was surprised to feel her tongue warm.
"Not bad" She whispered. Gerard frowned and was about to ask what the fuck was she talking about but he felt cold lips on his neck. They spread apart. And two razor sharp teeth found their way into his soft warm skin. Gerard cried out in pain. It felt like his neck was burning. Suddenly the pain was gone. He felt his head go weightless, his body shivered and a moan escaped his lips as his body filled with bliss.
Helena smirked and crimson blood trickled down his neck.