Disclaimer: I do not know MCR ( A girl can dream though!) and when all know vampires do not exsist. We all know that Gerard and Frank are not vampires. We can only dream.

Chapter 1 - Seek For The Kill

Dodging branch to branch on black shadowed trees. Stalking his prey from miles away, he could see her. The perfect prey. Young. A virgin. Beautiful. " Perfect..." He whispered to himself. Gliding down from his perch upon the tree, he tranformed himself into a young sixteen year old. The perfect disguse. Snapping his fingers, he placed himself on the corner of which the woman was coming up to on the sidewalk. He hung his head low and headed toward her, acting totally unaware that she was there and bumping into her. Hard. They both fell to the ground. Gerard was the first to sit up. " Oh! I'm so sorry! Oh jeez. So sorry. Did I hurt you?" She sat up.

" Huh? Oh! No."

" I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention. Can I repay you somehow?"

" Oh no. It's okay. Really."

" No really. I'd should of been paying attention. And I should repay you because I see that I've ripped your fishnet tights." She looked down at the ripped neon green fishnet tights loosely clutching her legs. She sighed and moved a piece of hair behind her ear.

" Well. If it's that important to you." She stood and brushed down her black school girl style skirt. Gerard also stood and they started to walk to a nearby bar. "By the way, What's your name?"

" Well, my name James." He always had a fake alibi in mind. " And what might your name be?" She giggled and bit her bottom lip.

" My name is Jessica."

" Well Jessica, if you don't mind me saying this but I do think you are very pretty." She giggled again and blushed a light pink. " I mean it! Don't you think you're pretty?"

" Not very."

" Why not?!"

" Well... To tell the truth.. I've never had a boyfriend and....." she whispered, " I'm still a virgin." He made a fake surprised looks which would convince her.

" You?! A virgin?! I highly doubt that! A woman as beauitful as you should at least have had one sexual encounter!" She shook her head. " That's disgraceful! If I was an intelligent man, I'd fuck you in a second!" She giggled.

" Oh stop. You're making me blush."

" Good. I would hope so. You look so very pretty when you blush." She giggled again. Gerard took her hand as they continued to walk, making her turn a rosy red.

" Hey James? Do you just wanna head for my place? My parents are out for the night. They won't be back until later." He smirked and laughed on the inside.

" Whatever you want." She giggled and kissed his cheek. They arrived at her house or, should we say, apartment suite. A large window cast over the city and the moonlight shone through the window.

" Do you like the place?"

" Huh? Oh yea! Dazzling."

" My parents are into the high life and all that shit. Come on. I'll show you my room." She grabbed his hand and lead him to her room. Poster of old rock bands hung on the walls. A bed was propped in the center of the room in front of a medium sized window that almost took up half of the north wall of her room. She let go of Gerard's hand and fell on to her bed. " Come and lay down with me, James." Gerard sat on the edge of the bed, admiring the taste of her music. She sat up hand placed a hand on his thigh. He looked at her and she smirking devishly. She kissed him passionatly as they proceded to move their hand across their bodies. Logging into the channels of her fragile mind, he thought of one word to make her go numb.

'Relax...' She went limp in his arms and her system numbed. She was still consious but could not move or talk. He made a trail of small kisses from her cheek to her neck. He licked her neck lightly and bit deep into her skin, making her gasp. Her blood was sweet and flowed beautifuly through his throat. She let the darkness call her in, putting her into a sleep of which she would never wake. He sucked her dry before lying her down on her bed gently, under the covers, and put her in a postion of which she looked like she was sleeping. Gerard wiped the blood from his mouth on his disguse before leaving the suite, keeping the door ajar, and tracing his steps back to the forest of shadowed trees, where he would return to his regular form of long black hair, deathly pale skin, and all an all black tuxedo adorned with a red tie.

"Did you have fun?" A deep, husky voice spoke from behind. Gerard turned around to see a tall, thin man with a ghost white complextion and black hair tied back into a ponytail. He wore a pinstripe tuexdo and a cotton pink tie. He had a very young face, but Gerard didn't let the face fool him.

" As a matter of fact, I did, Lucifer." The man smirked and laughed.

" Ha. I didn't think that you'd figure out it was me."

" I know when it's you, Lucifer."

" So how old was she?"

" I think sixteen, maybe fifteen."

" Was she a virgin" Gerard scoffed.

" She told me she was, but she was a slut because she almost slept with a complete stranger when we only knew each for what? Five minutes? She was a whore." Lucifer laughed and clapped his hands.

" Delightful. Just delightful. Was she a fighter?"

" Oh no no no.. Her mind was a weak as a toddler. All I needed to do was channel into her mind and she went just flat out numb. She was still concious though."

" Ha. I've trained you well, but you know that you always can't do that."

" Yes I know."

" Just be careful. One false move and you'll be killed."

" Yea yea yea. I'll be just fine."

" I hope so." And with that, Lucifer snapped his fingers and they both faded into the midnight air.

New Jersey; The VKL Headquaters.....

" Goddamnit!" Hecate screamed, slaming her gloved fist on the mahogany desk. Her platinum blonde tied back. " Not again!" She whispered, staring at the picture of a happy young woman. Blonde hair fell over her shoulders, sparkling green eyes, and a smile flashing perfectly straight white teeth. Hecate fillped the picture over, reading he name over and over again. 'Jessica Bermingham.' She rested her head in her hand. " I'll get him for this..." She reached for the phone. Ring....Ring... Click!

" Officer Siceal Chorvoeski speaking."

" Siceal.."

" Yes, Commander Hecate."

" Get your best men and women. You're gonna have a hunt of a lifetime."

" Name of vampire?"

" Gerard Way....."

Chapter 2 - My Immortal Mistake

(Evana Fehr's POV)

I sat in my cushioned room lying on my satin sheeted bed, staring at the ceiling, remembering a time where I was happy and able to die. I wore a black tanktop and a pair of regular blue jeans. Living forever sounds like the greatest thing in the world, but it's not. You watch the people around that aren't you die and it makes you feel really bad because you want to join them. It's more like you're dying mentally more than physically. "Oh how wrong I was to think that immortality meant never dying...." I whispered to myself. I feel totally useless and used. Like a total skank. I lifted myself up, making the gold bracelets on my wrists jingle together. I try to look at myself in the mirror, but see nothing. " That's exactly what I am. Nothing."

" Oh come now, dear Evana." A voice startled me from behind. There was my master, Frank, sitting on my dresser eating a green apple. I hated him more than anyone else did.

" What do you want?" He smirked at my question and took another bite out of his apple, throwing the core to my floor. He then hopped off my dresser and walked up to me. I think I may regret asking that.

" You know what I want, my dear." Frank grabbing my chin, forcing me to look into his grey eyes. His black hair was slicked back, like a 70's rebel. He was still smirking. I just wanted to slap that smirk off his face. " I want you. And what I want..." He moved his hand from my chin to my waist, thrusting me forward into his pelvis. " ....I get." I felt a feeling of digust surround me. Sure he was attractive, but he was a pervert, but he tries to pull this gentleman act on you when it's complete BULLSHIT. Of course, like he said what Frank wants, Frank gets. He began to kiss my neck, which disgusted me. Placing his hands on my shoulders, he slipped off the straps of my tanktop and then wrapped his arms back around my waist. He then threw me against the wall, placing my arms above my head as he kissed me passionatly. I didn't enjoy this, but this was a regular routinue. I shove back the tears in my eyes and ignored it all by bringing back the memories of how this all happened....

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I was drunk and roaming the deserted sidewalks of the New Jersey town . It was about midnight and a full moon lit up the cement on the sidewalk. I was turning a corner and I saw him. The one who made me who I am. The one who was torturing me this whole time. Frank. He was smoking a cigarette on the wall of an alleyway. I walked up to him and asked if he had an extra cigarette. Usually, I wouldn't do this, but I did because of the simple fact that I was DRUNK. He handed me one and I leaned against the wall next to him. He could tell I was drunk and asked me if I need an escort home. My drunken decision lead to my ulitimate mistake.

He placed an arm around my shoulder to hold me up because I was stumbling, and lead me to my house, where he laid me in my bed. This is where he made his move. This is where it all started...

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I snap back to reality. Frank laying next to me on my bed, panting and sweating. I was covered in my satin sheets, shaking away what happened from my mind. He turned over and snuggled his nose into the crook my of my neck. " You're incredible. Do you know that?" He said soothingly, kissing my neck. " I just hope that you'll be ready for me when we wed." A wedding?! You gotta be joking! God, make it end! I fell alseep, knowing he'd be gone by the time I woke up. I awoke about ten minutes later and of course he was gone. I decided to take a wake. I got up to my closet to get fresh clothes, because I didn't want to smell him on me. I pulled out a long black satin skirt, and a white pleather (Pleather is plastic leather. Sinthetic stuff.) zip up shirt. Pulling on my black combat boots, I headed out into the streets of Belleville, stopping once at a coffee shop. I finish my coffee annd throw it into a trash can. I kept walking, letting to cool air sooth my mind. I wander away in my mind and close my eyes, until I accidently bumped into someone. I open my eyes and see who I had bumped into. He had long black hair that was shoulder length, He wore a black t-shirt with a pair of ripped denim jeans. His hands in the pockets of his jeans. " Oh shit. I'm sorry.....?" He was looking for my name.

" My name is Evana. Evana Fehr."

" Oh. Well, I'm sorry Evana. Please don't mind me asking. but what are you doing out this late?"

" I could be asking you the same question." He smirked and chuckled. I noticed something about that smile. Fangs. A vampire. I think he saw that I noticed.

" I'm - I'm sorry. I do have to get going though." He started to walk away, when I called him back.

" Wait!" He turned around. I ran up to him. " What's your name?"

" Uh.... Jacob." I raised my eyebrow.

" Don't try that with me. Your REAL name." He sighed.

" Gerard. Gerard Way."

" Alright Gerard. One more thing, smile for me."

" What? Why?"

" Just do it." He sighed again and flashed a fake smile.

" I knew it." He stopped smiling.

" What?"

" You're one of my kind, aren't you?" A look of surprised Gerard's face.

" What are you?"

" Oh don't even try that bullshit on me. You're a vampire." He sighed again.

" Yea. I am. Now if you'll excuse me...."

" Wait. You're not just a vampire, you're master is Lucifer, isn't he?" He halted.

" How did you know?" I bared my teeth and pointed to the fangs. Every vampire had different fangs depending on who the master is. He chuckled. " Good observation. Lemme guess, Frank Iero's yours?"

" Well duh. He owns all of the female vampires."

" I know." He smiled at me. I'll be honest, he was very sexy indeed. Irresistable. He had these chocolate brown eyes that would just make you melt. " Hey. Maybe we can get together sometime."

" Huh? Oh yea! That would be great."

" Cool. Here." He handed me a sheet of paper with an address on it. " How's tomorrow sound?"

" Great. I'll be there."

" I hope you would." He smiled and walked away.

Chapter 3 - Light These White Candles

The Next Day....

Today was the day I'd hangout with Gerard. I let my long black hair go loose, instead of tying it up in a scrunchie, and placed a black and white striped headband in the middle of my hair, letting my bangs go in front of it. I wore a pair of black capris with a plaid black skirt over it and a long sleeved black shirt with a white t-shirt over it. I didn't bother to put on my makeup. " Why are you getting all prettied up for?" A familiar voice spoke from behind. I turned to see Frank on my bed. " Oh! You're getting prettied up for me! Aww.... You're too sweet...."

" Pfft.. Whatever. I'm going to the mall with a friend, is that alright?" He scoffed.

" You're not getting prettied up for me? That's quite sad. It's okay, because on our wedding day.." He stood and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me toward him. " I can have my way with you..." He grinned and kissed my neck where his bite mark was. He let go and snapped his fingers, dissapering into the air. I finished getting ready and headed out to the address. I finally found it in downtown Belleville, stopping in front of a huge Victorian style house. Walking to the frontdoor, I rung the doorbell. Of course, Gerard answered. He opened the door and leaned on the wooden frame of the door, smirking.

" Well, well, well. Who might you be?" I knew he was joking, so I played along.

" I'm the boogeyman. Can I come in or what?" He chuckled and stepped to the side, letting me enter the house. The house was gorgeous inside. He shut the door as I stared at the house in amazment.

" Nice place, huh?"

" Yea. It's beautiful." He chuckled again.

" Lucifer isn't home right now. He knows you were coming so he left for a while." I looked at him.

" That was nice of him. So what are we going to do?" He grinned and lead me into the dining room, where he had set up a champagne bottle and two chair at the table. " We're gonna drink champagne? Nice!" Gerard laughed.

" We're not just having champagne. We're gonna have some soup with it at least." I made a fake dissapointed face.

" Damn. I thought I was gonna get drunk as a skunk." Gerard laughed and sat down at the table.

" You don't need to be all formal. I just came to hangout. No need to make it all fancy." He smirked.

" I know. I want to though."

" You feel like spoiling me, don't you?"

" Maybe....." He grinned ear to ear. I knew he was spoiling me.

" You know, I really don't feel like soup." I said, grabbing up the champagne bottle and pulling of the cork, chugging it right out of the bottle. Gerard laughed as I did this.

" You're so womanly." He said sarcasticlly. I played along.

" Aren't I though?" I said, glugging down another gulp of champagne. He held his hand out, signaling for me to hand him the bottle. I handed it to him and he chugged down a huge glup and handed it back to me. I took a sip. " See. This is a good time." He smiled and stood up.

" I'm gonna get another bottle. It looks like we're getting low." I looked at the bottle to see that he was correct. I took what was left of the bottle into my stomach, setting the empty bottle on the table. He returned from the kitchen with two bottle, handing one to me. The thing is, vampires can drink as much as we want, but never get drunk. I popped open the bottle, when all of a sudden, it started to fizz over. I tried to cup it into my hands, but it fell to the floor.

" Oh shit fuck! I spilled champagne on the carpet. Oh shit, I'm so sorry." He chuckled.

" It's alright. Probably not the first time someone spilt champagne on these floors. The house is very old, so it's likely some has done it before." I smirked at the idea of the house being that old and of course being me, I thought up a dirty idea.

" That means probably almost a hundred people have had sex in this house. " Gerard laughed and turned slightly red.

" Probably so."

" How come you're blushing? You uncomfortable about sex or something?" He looked me straight in the eye and blushed a slight bit more.

" I'm- I'm not UNCOMFORTABLE with sex, it's just that...." He sighed and placed an elbow on the table, placing his head in his hand. He spoke very softly when he said it. " I haven't had sex in almost two years..."

" Ha! You're lucky! I'm forced to have sex every day!" He looked up at me surprised.

" What do you mean by that?"

" Well... My master, Frank, he's sort of a.... well, a perv! And um.... he... has sex with us when he pleases I guess you could say."

" So he rapes you?"

" Huh? No,no, no, no!" My mouth was saying that, but my head was screaming 'Yes! He takes advantage of us! I just want to make it stop!'

" That's a goddamn lie and I know it, Evana." That was the first time he used my name.

" How would you know?"

" I see the truth in your eyes." I hung my head low and took another swig of champagne. " How come you let him do it?"

" He made us what we are and we have to obey our master, don't we now...."

" True. But living with the constant tourture of rape and violation is not a life at all!" I sensed concern in his voice.

" That's because I don't have one...." I said, glupping down more champagne into my system.

" We have a life, but it's very different from normal peoples."

" I wish I was one of them again."

" A lot of us do. And a lot of mortals want to be us. The mortals dream of immortality. It's the new American dream. It kind of show us that when you get things you want, you're not happy." I looked up at him and looked straight into his eyes. Those hypontizing chocolate eyes of his. He was so wise and I loved it. I may have not wanted to admit it to myself, but I knew I had just fallen in love. He noticed me staring at him and looked at me. I turned away embaressed. I could hear him chuckling. " What? I got something in my hair or something?" I smiled.

" No. You're hair's just fine." I looked at him and he was smiling.

" You don't have an excuse of why you were staring at me, do you?"

" No. I don't." I whispered embaressingly, taking a swig of my champagne bottle. All of a sudden, he got up from his seat, grabbed his chair and moved it next to me, (He had been sitting across from me.) which was slightly awkward, but I got over it. I turned around to face him, because I wasn't facing him, and he was still smiling. " Why are you smiling so much?"

" Oh. Because you, my friend, have a dirty little secret that you are keeping to yourself. And I know it." I took another gulp from the bottle.

" Oh yea? What would that be?" All of a sudden, he grabbed my chin and pulled me into a kiss. 'Holy shit...' He pulled away and smiled again.

" See. Look." Pointing at my cheek. " You're flustered." Gerard started to chuckling as I covered my cheeks with my hands. He grabbed my hands and pulled them away from my cheeks and smiled sweetly. I tried to look away, but my eyes always came back to his face. " Evana...." I was forced to look at him. " I really like you...."

'Did- Did he just say he really liked me? Oh my god...'

" Do you really like me?" He asked me softly, with concern in his voice. I nodded and hung my head low. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. " Please say it..."

" I really like you too..." He pulled me into another kiss. My tounge begged for entrance and he granted it. Gerard wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me toward him. At this moment, I thought of Frank doing this. But the difference was uncanny. Frank was rough and mean and a perv. But Gerard, he was the plain opposite. I had no clue what I was doing with Gerard. Did I care? FUCK NO. This was something I had wanted. But why did I feel this overwhelming sensation that I was rushing? I pulled away from him and Gerard looked in my eyes.

" Are you okay?"

" Gerard... Don't you think we're... well, rushing?" He sighed.

" Yea. If you want to hold off..."

" Gerard, I do love you, but I think we're going a little fast."

" I'll be ready when you are...." I smiled and kissed his lips.

" Thanks." I felt this feeling of warmth. Which I had never had before. his was different than anything in my life. I felt, for once, alive. I stood up and patted down my skirt, until my watch beeped. It was time for me to go. " I gotta go. Curfew time." He sighed.

" Alright." I started to walk off, until Gerard grabbed my hand. " Come back tomorrow?" I smiled and kissed his hand.

" Of course." He let go and I walked out, heading back to the place for dread. My house. I stepped in to see Frank leaning on staircase railing, twiriling three glass balls on the palm of his hand. (Familiar? The movie Labyrinth? When David Bowie is playing with werid ass glasses balls?)

" Have fun with your little boy toy?" I tried to play it off like I didn't know what he was talking about.

" Baby..." I acted like I loved him, going up to him and hugging his waist. " I have no clue what you're talking about...."

" Don't even try that.... I see everything...."

" Well, maybe I did... But it was the champagne that made me do it..." He sighed and hugged my waist.

" You've been a naughty girl....You need a punishment." Frank looked down at me and smirked.

'No! Please no..' He kept smirking and snapped his fingers, sending us to his room. I had never seen his room before. He layed me on his bed, which was covered in black sheets. He stood over me and wiped a hand above my face. I blacked out.

Chapter 4 - Kiss My Rose Petals For Comfort

The days passed by and I was becoming more and more aware of my rediness with Gerard. I was almost ready, so I decided to give myself a test. My horomones raging, screaming " What the fuck? There's this gorgeous man with you and you're not fucking him?! What is wrong with this fucking picture?!" (Yes, my horomones talk.... <_< >_>) This was the day I was ready for the test. I stepped up to the doorway and knocked on the door. Gerard opened the door and greeted me with a kiss on the cheek. We had decided that we would just watch TV. I plopped on to the couch, taking a seat next to him and cuddling close to him. We sat for about five minutes before I started to make moves. My first move; I set my leg on top of his. I wanted to see what would happen. I looked slightly up without moving my head. Nothing. I looked downward. I realized a tent growing in his ripped jeans. I giggled. He was now aware.

" Oh shit..." He whispered, grabbing a couch pillow and put it over it. I smiled and moved it. Gerard's eyes grew wide by this decision. I moved my hand to the zipper of his jeans and slipped it down slowly. I unbuttoned the button, but I didn't pull the jeans off. I slipped my hands underneath his boxer and start to stroke his growing erection slowly. I watched him close his eyes and bite his bottom lip as I did this. " You can go faster if you want..." He said, thinking I was insecure. I wasn't insecure, just a tease. I giggled and continued to go slowly. He moaned softly. " You fucking tease...." He whispered, biting his bottom lip. I quickend my strokes as he said that, making him grow louder. I stopped just before he came. Gerard was trying to catch his breath. " Why did you stop?" I smirked. I moved to his jeans, pulling them down and pull his boxers down. I intook him in my mouth. He moaned as I did. I started to blow him. His moans grew louder everytime, intwining his fingers with my hair. He came in my mouth. I swallowed part of it, but left some in my mouth, moving back up and kissing him passionatly, giving him a taste of himself. Gerard wrapped his arms around my waist and layed me down on the couch, never leaving my lips. He rolled next to me and turned to his side, hugging my waist and pulling me closer to his body. We fell asleep in each others arms. I awoke next to Gerard, who was still asleep. I recounted the moments of what had just happened. I smirked, sat up, and grabbed my jeans and untouchables from the pile of clothes on the floor, slipping them on. I heard him moan sleepingly and yawn. I turned to see his eyes flutter open. I leaned down and kissed his cheek. He smiled and sat up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. " I guess you're ready, huh?" I giggled.

" Kind of...." He placed his head on my right shoulder and laughed, kissing my shoulder blade. I looked at my watch. Eight o' five. " Holy shit... I'm so fucking late."

" You have to leave, don't you?"

" Unfortunatly, yes." He sighed and let go of me. I stood up and turned toward him, handing Gerard a piece of paper. My address and what window my room was. I leaned down toward his ear. " Come tonight. Midnight. If I'm asleep, wake me up." He nodded. I left to leave for my house.

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" Sounds like you have a little girlfriend, eh Gerard?" Gerard turned to see Lucifer. Gerard laughed.

" I probably do."

" And what's this?" Lucifer said, grabbing the piece of paper from Gerard's hand.

" It's an address."

" Ah... I see." He handed it back to Gerard.

" You two had a little fun didn't you?"

" Maybe....." Gerard smirked. Lucifer laughed.

" Ha! Finally getting some action after two years!" He blushed. " She's a pretty little doll. What's her name?"

" Evana Fehr."

" Nice name. Corevorkian I'm guessing."

" Yea."

" So are you going?"

" Going where?"

" To her house tonight. She told you to come at midnight. "

" Oh! That! Yea. I might."

" Be careful then." Gerard nodded. Lucifer turned away and climbed up the marble steps.

(Evana's POV)

I stepped into the house quietly trying not to wake anyone up. I creeped up the stairs. I got to the top, when a voice startled me. " Well, Evana. Where have you been?" I turned to see Diana. She was another one of Frank's female victims.

" I've been out. I didn't realize what time it was and I arrived after curfew. Don't tell okay?"

" Where were you out at?''

" I was out at a friend's house, okay?"

" What's his name?"

" What? Who said it was a guy?"

" Evana, dear..." She stepped up to my face and grabbed my chin. " I can tell." She had this very Russian accent. She had smokey light blue eyes and red hair down to her waist. She ALWAYS wore this really blood red lipstick.

" Who are you? My mom?"

" I'm much older than you, so I guess I am." I scoffed and rolled my eyes. " I'll tell you what. I won't tell him because you have one excuse..."

" And what would that be?" Then the unthinkable happened. She grabbed my waist, pulled me into her, and kissed me passionatly. She pulled away.

" Because you're too goddamn irresistable." She smirked and waltzed away to her room. I leaned against the wall, collecting myself because of what happened. I headed for my room and collasped into my bed. I drifted asleep.

(five hours later... Midnight...)

I awoke to the sound of stones being thrown at my window. Gerard! I ran to the window and opened my window, leaning out the window to see him.

" Evana! Hey! I came!" I giggled.

" Come up here then!"

" I can't!"

" What do you mean you can't?"

" I mean I can't!" Well, no duh!

" Hold on!" I ran to my bed sheets and started tying them together. I finished that and ran to my closet, grabbing two wire hangers, brading them together and tying them to the sheets. I hooked the wire hangers to the ledge on my window and threw down the sheets to Gerard. He raised an eyebrow.

" You expect me to climb that thing?" I sighed.

" Meet me at the front door!" Gerard ran to the left, heading toward the front door. I quietly ran downstairs to the door, opening it, and letting Gerard in. " You have to be quiet until we get to my room." I whispered. He nodded in acknowledgment and followed me to my room. When he walked in, I shut the door quietly so no one could hear us. He gazed at my room for a few minutes before I broke his concentration by wrapping my arms around his waist. He looked down at me and copied my actions. I leaned in and met his lips. His tounge entered my mouth and soon we were playing tounge war. He threw me down on top of my bed and climbed on top of me. I kissed him passionatly again, pulling gently at his black locks of hair. Gerard flipped us over and slipped his hands underneath my shirt, trying to break the lock of my bra. The temptaiton was too much. I threw off my top and did it myself. He laughed as I did. Must have been because I couldn't take it. He flipped us back over to where he was on top, strattling me. He kissed from my neck to in between my breasts down to my stomach. He begins to unbutton my jeans, when I pulled him up and flipped us over once more to where I was on top. I kissed him passionatly, moving my hands to his bat belt buckle, ripping it off of his jeans. I slipped his jeans off slowly, throwing them to the floor without care. I kissed down his chest to the rim of his boxers. I looked up at him to see if he was okay. His eyes were shut and he was biting his bottom lip. I slowly slipped his boxers down and kissed the head softly. I felt him shiver as I did. I intook him in my mouth and began to suck slowly. His moans grew as he began to feel himself cum.

" Oh shit... I'm so fucking close..." He whispered to himself. I knew I was getting somewhere. A few more sucks and he came. I swallowed what was in my mouth I moved back up to him, kissing him passionatly. Gerard flipped us over to where he was on top again. He moved down to my unbuttoned jeans and zipped down the zipper with his teeth, which was quite a turn on. He discared my jeans with his jeans on the floor. He basicially ripped off my panties, tossing them to join the jeans. Gerard spread my legs open and slipped his tounge into me, making my back arch and causing me to let out a loud moan. I took his tounge out and kissed me passionatly. Gerard slipped into me, making me gasp. As he thrust into me, I wrapped my hands around him, making him moan with pleasure. He continued a pattern of slow to fast. I whispered his name into his ear and kissed his shoulder blade. With a loud moan from both of us, we came. Gerard collasped on top of me as we tried to catch our breath. We were sweating, panting. I closed my eyes and kissed his shoulder blade numerous times. He kissed my lips passionalty, pulled away, and smiled. he leaned close into my ear. " I love you."

" I love you too..." I whispered breathlessly. He kissed my neck. And climbed off of me, grabbing his jeans. I sat up. " I'll come by tomorrow." He looked at me and smiled. He stood, fixing his belt buckle and kissed my cheek.

"I hope so." I slipped on my jeans and lead him back downstairs quietly, bidding him goodbye. I close the door quietly and I turned to see who I feared to see. Frank.

" Who was that?"

" Gerard."

" And what was he here for?"

" He came to pick up a tie that my dad use to own, but he gave them to me and I told Gerard that I didn't want them and he asked if he could have them."

" And he came at midnight?"

" Yes, because I feared you'd act like this."

" Hmm..." He turned away from me and I thought he was gonna walk away. Wrong. He swung around and slapped me with the back of his hand. I fell to the ground, my hand plaster to my cheek. Tears spilled from my eyes. He crouched down to my level. " Don't make me do that again. I hate having to do that." Frank stood and walked away. Tears trailed over my pale hand, making a small mascara filled tear puddle on the marble floor.

" Oh my dear...." I looked up to see Diana wearing a black satin nightgown at the top of the staircase, smiling. " That's what you get for playing with your little boy toy..."

" Oh kiss my ass DEAR..." I said, imitating her accent and emphasizing 'dear.' She chuckled.

" Will do, my dear. I'll put it on the top of my 'To Do' list." She chuckled and waltzed off to her room, blowing me a kiss before dissapering into her room. I stood up and walked to the bathroom to clean up my face. I tried to look at myself in the mirror, only to be dissapointed by seeing a white outline of myself. I know what I look like, even though I can't see myself. I knew I looked like one person....

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I remember like it was yesterday. She looked like me as a little girl. Black shoulder hair, piercing green eyes, pale complextion. Her name was Madie and she was only three and a half when I became who I was. She was my little girl... It was me and my boyfriend's daughter. I remember he promised me a perfect wedding. That's all I remember about him. No physical features or anything. Just that little promise. Madie was only three when "Mommy left to learn lots of stuff" at a New York City art college. I laugh thinking about it now.... And then it happened. She was only three and a half when " Mommy had to leave because she's a monster and doesn't want to hurt her." She didn't understand. Would she understand now?

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I walk back up to my room, my head locked on the face of my little girl, and collasped onto my bed, falling asleep to the winds intwining with the trees.

Chapter 5 - Our Secret Heart Shaped Box

I awoke the next and got dressed, knowing I had to go to Gerard's. I slipped on a black tanktop and a pair of baggy army jeans with a metal chain belt. I decided not to drive to the house and walk, seeing I needed the exercise. I arrived and softly knocked on his door. But he didn't answer the door. Instead, someone else did. His hair was black and slicked back. He wore a pinstriped suit with a cotton pink suit. His looked very young. " And who might you be?"

" I'm- I'm Evana. I'm here to see Gerard." He smiled and lead me in.

" He's upstairs. He's been babbling about all night. It was something important. Maybe you can make him shut up."

" What did he say?"

" That's for you to find out my dear." I nodded and headed up the marble steps until I got to his room, labelled 'G'. I opened the door and he was sitting on the edge of his bed, looking at a photo album. At his feet was a small heart shaped box. I tried to glance at the photos, until he realized I was there and shut it quickly. I look back down at the heart shaped box, peeking in to see a diamond ring. But something disturbed me. Also in there was a tiny slip of paper, reading three letters. 'R.I.P' I gazed at it trying to find out it's meaning, until Gerard kicked it underneath the bed.

" Gerard? What was that?"

" What?"

" That little box with the ring and that little piece of paper reading 'R.I.P?'"

" That? That was nothing..." I gave him the 'I-know-you're-lying' look. " It was nothing!"

" Was it something involving your past?"

" It was nothing, okay?" I sighed, admitting my defeat.

" You had a life before it all didn't you?"

" Before what?"

" Before you became what you are." He sighed.

" Yea."

" So did I. I had more than just a life. I had the greatest gift I could ever get. It was taken away from me." He looked in my eyes. His eyes were glazed with hidden tears.

" What was that?"

" A family...." I looked to the floor and smiled slightly, letting tears fall to the floor.

" You too?" I look up at him, tears threated to fall from his eyes. I nodded. " I did too. Well, kinda.... I had a kid, but the mother wasn't married to me yet. I promised to marry her. She left though. My child talked nonsense saying things like 'Mommy's a monster.' I couldn't believe her. That's when I met Lucifer. He promised me I could watch my daugther grow and die and wait for my love to return. "

" You had a daughter?" Is it really him?

" Yea." He smiled a bit. " She was beautiful. She looked exactly like her mother. Of course, immortality doesn't seem worth it to wait for my love to return to me."

" Why?" He looked up at me, tears trailed his face.

" Because I found her." It is him....

" What was your daughter's name?"

" You should know."

" Just tell me!"

" Madison Marie Fehr." I stood in shock. I found my fiancee. My Gerard Way. " When I bumped into that night, I looked at your face and knew it was you."

" How?"

" Our daughter. She looked exactly like you." My face was soaked with tears. But these were tears of joy.

" I missed you."

" I know." I ran to him and collasped in his arms, breaking down.

" God! I'm so sorry! I should've left you guys! I threw it all away for this!" He held me in his arms. I could tell he was crying to, though he tried to conceal it. I calmed myself and began to whisper. " I'm sorry.... I'm sorry..." I kept saying this over and over, until Gerard stopped me by kissing my lips. He pulled away and wiped my tears away with the pad of his thumbs.

" Just promise me you won't leave me again. We should just leave. Away from everything here. Somewhere far away..."

" But what about Lucifer and Frank?"

" Lucifer doesn't care. He already knows. I'll come at midnight and we'll leave together. You and me."

" But Gerard.. There's one problem..."

" What?" I sighed.

" I have to get married to Frank."

" What?! I can't let him!"

" Do you really try and mess with him? He just as powerful as Lucifer!" All of a sudden, we heard laughter behind us. I knew that laugh anywhere.

" Aww.. look at the love birds reunited...."

" Frank..." I whispered.

" What? Didn't think I'd come get you myself?" Frank said, pullingout a .44 calibur magnum gun. I knew that gun anywhere. It used silver bullets. " Well, I'm gonna ruin your little reunion. I can't risk my wedding day for a maggot like you."

" Frank! Quit it! I don't want to marry you! I have a life!"

" Shut up, you stupid little cunt. You have no life! You're dead! No one cares about you anymore except me! This pathetic little fag doesn't love you! He says that, but he's only looking at your big fat-" That was it. I punch him in his mouth to shut him up and the gun fell out of his hand. I snatched it up quickly, pointing it at him. I felt Gerard's arm wrapped around my waist and meet my finger on the trigger.

" I'm gonna make you pay for what you took from me." Frank stood slowly.

" Hey now... Why would you kill the father of you new child?"

" What the fuck are you talking about?!" He smirked and stepped up to me. I whispered to Gerard took take the gun and continue to point it at him, which he did.

" Oh! You didn't tell Gerard you were late, did you?" How did he know I was late?!

" How exactly know it's your child?" Gerard budged in.

" You haven't had sex with her!"

" And how would you know that, Franklin?" I asked slyly. He smirked.

" You play a good little game, you little slut. Cheating on you fiancee for your EX"

" He's not my ex! He never was!"

" Oh really? I think walking out on you family would be considered breaking up with someone." I slapped him.

" Don't you EVER talk about my family. You have no right!" Frank laughed.

" I have EVERY right to talk about your little dysfuctional family."

" And I have every right to put a bullet into your head." Gerard said. Frank laughed again and grabbing me by the back of my neck, spinning me around, placing an arm across my throat, and pulling me upward.