DAMMIT! I'M SOOOOOOORRYYYYYY! I WILL finish this story! Even if it kills me! That was the worst case of writer's block ever. I should be in the book of world records. Then, on my birthday, I was like, BAM. So yeah, I'm going to finish it, damn it!

Ok, enough ranting, continue. I can't promise regular updates because I simply CANNOT write this story easily. But it will never die. Ever.

Gerard closed the door behind us, and we found ourselves face-to-face with a man who had an incredibly long, white beard and rosy cheeks.

"San-"

"We were summoned?" Gerard interrupted Mikey quickly.

"Santa" gave Mikey a dirty look before answering Gerard. "I presume you are Mister Gerard, then?"

"Uh, yeah, and this is, uh, Frank, and my brother Mikey," he gestured vaguely to Mikey and I. I got the distinct impression he was caught a little off guard by the "Mister."

The man abruptly stood up.

"I have recently gotten the impression," he stated coldly, "that you, Gerard Way, are currently residing with a werewolf. I assume this 'Mikey' would be him? Your brother?"

"Y-yes, that's correct," Gerard stuttered.

"Such filth," the man said absentmindedly. "Vile, foul creatures. Dirty, nasty animals."

"H-hey!" Mikey interrupted angrily, but the man silenced him with his hand.

"Nasty…filth…" the man muttered. To my horror, his face began to change, the beard dissolving and his skin paling. Now the man who stood before us was bald, clean-shaven, and half-insane.

"Excuse me, Mister…mister…" Gerard said helplessly.

"Korse," he snapped. "Now be quiet and pay attention!"

"But-"

"I SAID BE QUIET!" Korse roared, pounding his fist on his desk. Papers flew everywhere, ink from broken pens splattered the walls, and the desk actually splintered, a few pieces breaking off. I twitched nervously.

"Rules cannot be broken," Korse said quietly. "I'm afraid you'll have to be… exterminated."

Slowly, my eyes following him he whole way, he reached down, and picked up a piece of splintered wood. He took a step nearer to me. Another step.

I was frozen with fear. I couldn't move, couldn't blink, couldn't…

Step.

Step.

Gerard panicked.

He lunged forwards, striking Korse across the forehead. Korse staggered backwards, clutching his temple. Blood started to leak between his fingers. He groaned and looked up, glaring daggers at Gerard, Mikey and I.

"You-"

BOOM.

Screams came from below us. Bloodcurdling, horror movie screams, and an intense wave of heat washed over me. Mikey stumbled backwards, nearly falling out the window, had Gerard not grabbed him just in time.

An evil smile spread over Korse's face. "Someday…filth will be washed away. Snuffed out. Snuff out the unclean. Snuff out the impure. I'll be back. When you least expect it," he said cryptically, slowly retreating towards the opposite window. "See you soon."

And then he jumped.

My eyes widened as Korse fell, with unexpected grace, out of the building. I could see smoke rising, so thick it was impossible to see through. Had there been an explosion? That could explain the heat.

I turned to look at the others, whose shocked expressions mirrored mine.

"Is this the end?" I said softly.

Gerard shook his head. "No, I don't believe it is. But," he added, his voice cracking slightly, "I think our only option is to jump as well. The elevator couldn't possibly be working."

"Will that kill us?" Mikey whispered, barely heard of the cries of terror from the floors below. We all knew what he meant.

"I don't know," Gerard said despairingly. "We'll just have to find out, won't we?"

"If…" I gulped, "if we die…."

"At least we'll die together," Gerard finished.

Mikey's face was solemn. Gerard looked scared, and I reached over and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Together," I repeated firmly.

Gerard now looked close to tears, even though vampires can't cry. He looked like the first Gerard I knew, strong but horribly broken. I lifted my other hand to his cheek, caressing it. He stared into my eyes, hazel swimming with non-existent tears. His lips were parted slightly, and I took the opportunity to place a soft, sad kiss on his lips. He returned it with the same kind of desperate emotion. Longing, almost.

Mikey took action and picked up a random book, breaking open the window. We stood in single file in front of it, joining hands.

"On three," Gerard said hoarsely. "One…two…"

I took a deep, unnecessary breath, which would probably be my last. The first day…that day I had come home and felt a pair of eyes on me. That day that led to this.

Can a human befriend a vampire?

Yes. Yes they can.

And I didn't regret it one bit.

"Three."

I squeezed Gerard's hand and jumped.