Chapter 3:Kill All Your Friends

(~Frankie's POV~)

I crossed my arms and sat in the back of the Volvo. This is NOT how I wanted to meet the band My Chemical Romance. I bared my fangs at Frank when he turned to look at me. I threatened to bite and kill if I had to. I was itching to draw blood. I was about to cut myself just to see the beautiful red crimson liquid run down my arm.

"You okay, Frankie?" Scar asked. I looked over at her.

"I'm fine. Just pissed." I huffed, sinking down farther into the velvet seat.

"You're gonna have to deal." Thorn rested her head on Anna's shoulder.

"Yeah. I guess." I sighed and glared at Frank. He stuck his tongue out at me and I mumbled a list of profanities. I looked outside and saw random people-people that would look good covered in blood. I felt my fangs elongate at the thought of having the metallic liquid flowing down my throat and masking my craving for more.

"You okay?" Gerard asked.

"Peachy." I pulled my hood over my head. They couldn't see how pale I was. My eyes were a blood red and my fangs were extended. I can't feed or it'll send out a scent that all vampires can smell-one that they can't resist.

That was inevitable.

I found myself, feeling nauseous from not feeding. I kept my eyes focused on the occupants of NJ. I felt my nails dig into my palms as I bared my fangs at Frank when he turned back around.

"STOP LOOKING AT ME!" I yelled.

"STOP LOOKING AT ME!" He mocked.

I glared daggers at him, "That is not funny!"

"It's not?"

"NO IT'S NOT!" I nearly screamed. He's so dead!

"Oh really? And what are you gonna do about it-" He stopped when I began to press on his thoughts. I made him turn around, "What the-"

"Take over your body of course." I smirked. He groaned in pain and coughed up blood onto the dashboard.

"Milady! That is not nice! Stop it." Thorn's eyes glowed blue. I stopped, feeling my body weaken. I tried to fight back but my vision was filled with rage and fire. I then was pushed back. I slumped down into the seat, unconscious.

xXx

I awoke on a couch-a very familiar couch at that. I opened my eyes and let them readjust to the low lighting of the very dull room. I saw a familiar hair style talking to Thorn. I covered my eyes and my thirst renewed itself once more. I felt my fangs elongate and scrape at my bottom lip.

"She can't be a princess. She can't." Mikey sat down.

"She is. She doesn't want to be though." Anna sighed. Alex nodded in agreement and began to hit things with her drumsticks, creating a smooth rhythm. I wanted to grab Razor and do the same, that's my hobby. I felt someone lift my head up gently before placing it in their lap. Soft hands ran delicately through my bangs and the person caressed my face.

"Hard to believe someone this beautiful is a princess…" Gerard sighed. I felt the hands stop and I made a whiny noise. He chuckled before running his hands through my hair once more. I instantly relaxed and snuggled closer to him. His hands were super soft and it felt good to be loved for once.

"I know, it's hard to believe…" Frank sighed, "I've been a dick to her too…"

"Well, she's been through a lot. She probably won't like us to talk about her past…" Thorn whispered.

"No, it's fine." I muttered. Gerard smiled and continued to run his hands through my hair. I opened my eyes to see him smiling down at me. His eyes were cloudy, showing that he was off in a daydream. He snapped back t reality with a jerk which caused his hands to pause.

"If you say so…how about you tell them?" Scar smiled, sweetly.

"Okay…" I sat up, crawling onto Gerard's lap. He chuckled and began to run his hands through my hair, "When I was…what maybe eleven? That I had a boyfriend. He was super sweet and on my twelfth birthday, he took me out to Dollywood. It was super sweet at first and I enjoyed it. Then he began to change.

"He…he had a hot older brother. He was out of high school already and all! We became closer and closer till one day…my boyfriend left us alone. He…kissed me and then…he…began to touch me. Then he raped me and threw me out in the cold!" I had tears streaking my face as I began to remember the pain that I felt that day. I shivered and focused on Gerard's touch.

"And then?" Frank smiled, sympathetically.

"My boyfriend dumped me saying that I was after his brother from the start and that I was a whore. But it wasn't my fault…his brother was the culprit, not me. He didn't care and when I went home, my mother yelled at me. They knew I was a rebel but I had gotten a piercing and a tattoo. They're rich…and well they're like any other rich family. They wanted me to be their perfect little girl that could play violin and make perfect decisions…"

I took a deep breath, why is it getting easier to say?

"But that's not me! So I dyed my hair and all and left. Then I met the girls and we formed a band so we couldn't be followed by them. So we travel a lot but this is my home town….we're not famous. Hell! The warped tour is a dream of ours! You're our idols. I thought being an artist was the way to go, but I was wrong…"

"Wow…that's sad…" Bob sighed. I nodded and leaned my head back against Gerard's chest. I felt his hands began to slow and I made a noise.

"I learned to live half alive and now you want me one more time. And who do you think you are? Running round leaving scars. Collecting your jar of hearts! Tearing love apart. You're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul. Don't come back for me. Who do you think you are?" I sung. They clapped and I hid my face from view.

"Did you write that?" Gerard asked.

"Maybe…I dunno." I blushed darker and hid my face more. I heard the room giggle and I let a tear slide down my face, I hate to be put out in public. They all left and I stayed attached to Gerard. For some odd reason, I felt safe here in his arms.

"I think it's a beautiful song." He smiled.

"You think so?" I looked up at him.

"Yeah," He ran his hands through my hair, "I think it's awesome."

"Thanks." His hand stopped and he began to lean forward, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing…" He leaned in more.

"GET OFF ME!" I slapped him and stood back, blushing. He touched his cheek.

"Frankie, I-"

"A few choice words doesn't mean you can just kiss me! Maybe if I liked you as a friend, I'd let you. Maybe." I stormed away.

xXx

I sat in the bathroom, putting the red eyeliner around my eyes. Why did he try to kiss me?! I barely know him! I brushed my teeth and fixed my hair, putting black X's over my eyes. I yawned and stretched. We were an opening act, that's it. A stage thing. We were going to perform a couple songs before the band performed.

"Ready?" Thorn asked.

"Yeah sure…why not?" I sighed, "Let's get this over with…"

"Cheer up, this is a big break for us!" Anna smiled. I shrugged as we neared the stage. When we walked out, the noise was deafening. Fans were screaming and nearly killing each other. The girls and I exchanged glances before running out. I was the first to the mic…sadly. Thorn smiled at me.

"We're the Violent Bloody Valentines and I'm Frankie the rhythm guitarist. We're your entertainment for tonight while the boys find their things. Gerard's missing his eyeliner, Frank's trying to find a bathroom, Mikey's disappeared, Ray has a pen stuck in his hair, and Bob's waiting for them to get ready." I said. The crowd laughed.

"Frankie…" Gerard's voice came over my ear piece.

"Yeah, Yeah…Anyway, HOW'S THE SEARCH GOING GERARD?!" I called.

"Almost- MIKEY GIVE IT BACK YOU LITTLE-"

"Okay! He's almost found it. Mikey's the thief." I laughed with the crowd, "We're gonna perform a few songs for you guys. The first one's American Idiot!"

The crowd's cheering grew louder as the music started. I jumped around and ran up to Thorn. She smiled before starting to sing. I screamed the opening and Thorn nodded her head in approval. I swung the guitar around my body while doing a cartwheel. The audience went nuts.

"…and sing along to age of paranoia!" Thorn sung. Then after the next chorus, Scar and I played the solo. Then I nearly fell on Thorn, "What the hell Frankie?" She whispered/hissed.

"Sorry…" I replied, continuing my music making. After the song, I drunk some water and then smiled. We played a few more songs before I told Thorn to sing a certain song. She looked at me. I nodded and took my place. The music started and I pulled Gerard out onstage.

"What-"

"Just do a strip tease." I smirked as I began to dance with him. He shook his hips in a sexy way while licking his lips. He moaned and slid his palms down his thighs, taking his pants with him. I blushed but let him continue.

"Get sleazy Get sleazy." Thorn sung. Gerard stopped when the band ran out on stage. Frank stepped up behind him. He mumbled something and Gerard blushed. We were pushed off the stage but Gerard stopped Thorn.

"What the…" I bit my lip. Thorn nodded and hugged Gerard before running backstage. I crossed my arms and drunk some water. Thorn snatched the bottle and took a large sip of it. I bared my fangs for a second before letting it slide.

"He asked me….us…to perform Helena with him at the end!" She smiled.

"YES!" The band high-fived but I crossed my arms and looked at the said frontman. I pushed past the girls and kept walking. I needed a drink. I told myself to stop but I had already lifted the bottle to my lips and the liquid poured down my throat.

"Hey, there you are." Brian, the band's manager, walked up to me.

"Yup. Want some?" I passed him the bottle. He took a swig and handed it back. I took a swig and set it between us. I wiped my mouth, watching as the girls danced to the music.

"Why are you sitting here alone-"

"In my Emo corner?" I looked him in the eye before turning away, "Because. I hate Gerard and Frank. Gerard's a bitchy diva while Frank's a short-tempered smart-ass."

"They grow on ya. You gotta give it time. It took hem a year and a half before they hired me. They're nice guys." Brian drunk some of the vodka. He wiped his mouth and poured it out.

"Aww what? Why'd you do that?!" I stood up and balled my hands into fists, baring my fangs. He smiled and hopped down off the table.

"You don't need this. This isn't for you. You've seen what Gerard's like wasted. That's not your life. Don't start this. You're too young anyway." Brian ruffled my hair and started to walk away.

"Wait! You think….you could maybe…umm….be manager of our band too?" I asked.

"We'll see kid." He sent me a smile, "We'll see."

I smiled back and began to rinse out my mouth. I put a cigarette in my mouth and lit it-or tried to anyway. I shook it and tried again, to no avail. I cursed loudly and threw it on the ground, my foot crushing it. I looked over at Gerard before making my way towards him.

"Yo Way! Where's your lighter!?" I yelled. He looked over at me and mouthed the word jacket. I nodded and walked over to it. I dug through the pockets till I found a MCR lighter. I rolled my eyes and lit my cigarette, sticking the lighter in my back pocket.

"Where'd you get a cigarette?" Alex asked. I shrugged and tossed her the empty pack. I sat down and took a long drag before looking at Thorn. She stared at me and then waved. I just turned my head away. I looked over at the stage, watching Frank's fingers move flawlessly against the correct cords. I silently kept beat with my mind and I stubbed out my cigarette.

"This is so boring!" I stretched, "Who wants to crash the party?"

"What party?" Thorn asked.

"That one." I pointed to the band onstage. I smirked and walked over to the AMP that controlled the vocals. I turned a knob that said 'language'.

"Mikey-san mena ki. Frankie-kun, Ray-chan, Bob-sama…" Gerard glared at me and I grabbed another mic and switched the voice to 'Voice over'.

"I-" Gerard began but I talked over him in a deep voice.

"I am Gerard Way and I'm a fairy princess." I suppressed a giggle. Gerard rolled his eyes and stormed over to me. He switched the knob and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me out onto the stage and he gave me a mic.

"This is Frankie, as you all know. She seems to want some fun. How about we give her some fun, yeah?" Gerard smirked down at me. I gulped and looked at the audience. They were cheering…loudly.

"Uhm…" I tried to speak. Gerard put a finger to my lips and smirked. His arm wrapped around my waist and he pulled me close. I squeaked in surprise, hoping the mic didn't catch that. He looked out at the audience and I could see the scar on his neck.

"Ain't she a hottie?!" Gerard smirked wider. The audience agreed.

"Isn't." I corrected. Everyone went silent.

"Excuse me?" Gerard looked down at me.

"It's isn't not ain't. It's supposed to be, 'Isn't she a hottie'." I repeated.

"And she's smart too." He smiled. I mumbled something and he stared at me, "I'm sorry…what?"

"I said…." I trailed off again.

"A little louder now." He giggled. I blushed.

"I said go kill yourself and your SOB friends." I growled and stormed offstage. The crowd gasped and they all gaped at me. My wrist was caught and I was spun around. Gerard glared me down.

"One concert. That's all I ask. I'll go tell them you're kidding and we'll discuss this after the concert." He hissed, his voice thick with venom. He slung my wrist down and stormed back up on stage. I blew my bangs up.

"He's such a bossy, sassy, diva with a son of a bitch complex! He's such an ass!" I growled.

"Well, you told him to kill all his friends. What would you do if someone said, 'Kill all your friends?'" Scar asked.

"I'd write down a new song-" Thorn and I snapped our fingers, "THAT'S IT!"

"OUR NEW SONG! KILL ALL YOUR FRIENDS!" Thorn laughed. We all nodded but then shook our heads. It was an MCR song-a single-that Frank mentioned. We all sighed and slumped down. I grabbed a cup of coffee and lit a cigarette. As I went to take a sip, it was snatched away.

"Damn you, Scar!" I yelled. Maybe I don't want to kill all my friends but…there's one on my list of death. Scarlett Ann Mustang, prepare to die….