Warnings: M/F, possible M/M, rape, violence, and language.

Disclaimer: I do not own MCR, AFI, the card game known as Bullshit (though I am rather good at playing it), Soul Caliber 2, Xianghua from Soul Caliber 2, and anything else that may sound fairly familiar. I do however own Jeeves the reanimated zombie butler, and Kayleigh. However, I do not own the last name 'Killgannon.' That was borrowed from Coheed and Cambria frontman Claudio Sanchez's comic Second Stage Turbine Blade.(or something like it.) And no I don't own that either. Please don't sue me.

Chapter 1- Bullshit, Beer and Memories

Kayleigh Antoinette Killgannon was a respected member of the New Jersey suburbs. She donated some of the absurd amounts of money she earned to charities and orphanages and the like, and was known to be a benefactress of the arts, especially in music and visual arts. But few knew she hid a dark secret from the majority of the world. Killgannon was a vampire, or as she preferred to be called, a Nightborn, or merely a vampiress. And as most vampires did, Kayleigh had in her possession five slaves, known as Michael Way (or Mikey, as he liked to be called), his brother Gerard, Frank Iero (who preferred Frankie, thank you very much,) Ray Toro and Bob Bryar. Ms. Killgannon was also well known in the vampire community, as she was an oddity in the treatment of these five slaves. These lucky five weren't beaten, put to hard labor (which frustrated many vampires to no end, as the one called Bob was very muscular and looked as if he was born to be in a life of hard labor), or even prostitution for that matter (another source of frustration and confusion; many vamps said that the brothers Mikey and Gerard would have made her a load of money, and a few said they would lay down a fair share of cash for a night with Frank or Ray.)

(Author's Note: Not to say Bob isn't good looking in fact I find him rather sexy. I'll make it up to you Bob fans later in the story, OK?) Instead, it seemed she kept these boys as slaves merely for their company, the occasional rough sexual gratification, and of course, like all vamps, for their blood content. No vampire can live long without feeding on their slaves; only the truly cruel and bloodthirsty (no pun intended) went out on the hunt and killed their prey anymore, though many slaves would readily admit: They'd prefer if they went hunting. Now honestly, the keeping of slaves was no longer illegal. After all, it is 2018, and vampires had come out from the shadows in 2010; taking over the world. Still, there were a few vampires who lived like Killgannon: they kept their identities somewhat secret, but lived in the world of extravagance and freedom the powerful had provided for them. This included the slaves. Before their enslavement, Kayleigh's boys, (as they were commonly called) had been in a popular band called My Chemical Romance. They were used to a life of freedom on the road, but had slowly gotten themselves used to life in captivity. Naturally, however, there were things they hated about being slaves. Mostly, they hated how they were not allowed to go anywhere without Kayleigh's permission. They had grown up here in Jersey; they knew every inch of the town, and they wanted desperately to go out roaming in the alleys like they did when they were younger, or like Ray, whose parent's had not allowed him to wander the alleys, to just go out and see their home again. But Kayleigh, as much as she wanted to give them this freedom, was afraid of them being abducted by other, more traditional vamps, killed, or (in her mind) the worst of all: they could run away. She wanted them to be near her always, because beneath her dark and tough exterior, she loved her boys more than words could ever say. However she, in her infinite love for them, wanted to give them what they wanted, and was in the process of developing a way to make them happy at last. For now, however, the boys were all crowded into one room in their wing of the mansion. Gerard and Mikey sat, blissfully watching cartoons on television, giggling at their stupidity. Ray and Bob were deep into a game of Bullshit. These four were blissful in their own simple pleasures. But Frankie was another story. Frankie sat perched on a windowsill, just as far away from his best friends as he dare go, looking down on his beloved Jersey sadly. Bob eventually gave up, tired of having Ray kick his ass at Bullshit at every given opportunity and approached the sullen guitarist carefully. "Hey Frankie..." "Hm?" he grunted in reply. "You wanna play cards or something? I swear to God Ray is hiding spy equipment in his fro." (Author's Note: Inside joke you don't wanna know. XD) Frank chuckled softly in spite of himself, and found himself looking rather strangely at Ray when he scratched his head maybe Bob was onto something. Still he shook his head no with a slight smile. "Oh, all right then. You want a beer?" Again, Frank shook his head no. "You want me to push you out that window?" This time, Frank laughed. "No." he said with a happy tone in his low tenor. "I'd just like to be alone right now is that ok?" he asked. Bob nodded. He understood how Frank felt right then; he'd been doing this every few weeks ever since the night they had been captured and sold into slavery. He knew Frankie missed being out and wreaking havoc in the Jersey streets; those streets were like home, and he hadn't been able to go down amongst them in eight years. A very long time, indeed. "Ok." Bob said, smiling softly at his normally spastic friend. "You need anything, you call for me, ok?" Frank nodded softly, and turned his sad eyes, normally a vibrant hazel, back out the window before resting his head on the cool glass. "Good man " Frank murmured as he stared down on the city HIS city. His birthday was coming up, and he wanted nothing more than to get out of the house and back on the streets. He knew every little nook and cranny that Newark had to offer; every strip bar, the best place to get the cheapest smokes, the best liquor stores when Frank had been able to roam freely, Newark had been his oyster. "And now I can't even set one foot outside this house " he whispered sadly to himself, a tear falling from his eye.

Little did he know, as his mistress was far away from their home in Jersey in California visiting a 'friend', beating her head against a wall trying to figure out how to give her slave what he wanted most for his birthday. She considered it highly lucky his birthday was on All Hallows, the favorite holiday of vampires everywhere. None of that 'Halloween' crap; it's called All Hallows, dammit. Just like black was a SHADE, not a color. (A/N: That is a HUGE source of anger and frustration for me damn people the make the quizzes IT'S A SHADE DAMMIT!!) She mused for a second on how hard headed she was, always refusing to see anything any other way than her own. She chuckled, and then returned to wracking her brain on how to make Frank happy. She had noticed him acting highly depressed lately when most of the other boys weren't looking, and she knew this wasn't like him. When she had first seen Frank, he was fighting his handlers like a demon, trying to keep the five together, and then when the auctioneer at the slave market attempted to separate poor helpless Mikey from his brother, Frank had launched himself headlong into the two powerful vampires taking him away, breaking their grip on the frail man and fighting them to keep them at bay and away from his friends. She had been highly impressed at his bravery, and offered to take all five of them for double each of their starting prices. She had been taken up on her offer, and soon had five leather leashes in her palm. She led them away under the jealous gaze of the other bidders, but once she was out of sight, she turned and went to take the idiot collars off the five, and professed that she hated the slave market; which was only half the truth. Bob had hit the nail on the head when he asked "If you hate the slave market so much, will you let us go?" She'd shook her head no, stating the world was too dangerous for five mortals, one an asthmatic, and she would keep them safe. Frank's eyes visibly darkened, and she made the mistake of taking his collar off first. Once the offending piece of leather had been removed, he punched her square in the gut, leaving her doubled over, feebly clutching to the remaining four leashes. "RUN!" Frank had yelled to the others, crouching into a fighter's position. But Killgannon had already secured them to the spot with a mind spell, and stepped into her own fighter's stance, ripping away the bottom half of a snap on black denim skirt that had once drifted below her ankles, and now resided clutching rather distractingly to her thighs. She threw off her black trenchcoat, revealing a black silk Oriental top that flowed in the back past her butt. Frank thought vaguely that she reminded him of Xianghua from Soul Caliber 2 with her hair down and midnight black, not brown, minus the sword of course. "Bring it!" she yelled to him, delight sparking in her light violet eyes. She was heavily trained in the art of street fighting, Oriental style, and she'd always wanted to fight another street fighter to study other styles. To her surprise, Frank remained crouched and smiled mockingly at her. Her keen hearing caught what he almost muttered: "Ladies first." Peeved, she charged towards him, not even thinking. Once she was about to karate chop his head to knock him out, he stretched up and grabbing her arms, flipped her into the alley wall. She hit with a loud resounding thud, back first, and slid down the wall, wincing in pain. What had her sensei told her? "Do not let your temper control you." Damn. She opened one eye in time to see Frank charging her from the middle of the alley. "Shit." She rolled away in time for Frank to have a little contact with the brick wall as well. She backflipped back into a standing position, and glared at Frank who reached up and felt his cheek. It was badly scraped and bleeding slightly. Her eyes widened at the sight of blood, but fought down the urge to attack him, wanting him to attack first. Frank noticed her sudden fear and laughed, spreading his arms wide. Kayleigh stood up slowly, carefully from her fighter's position, cocking an eyebrow at him in confusion. "I know what you want, bloodsucker," he taunted. "I'm right here. I'm only mortal; come and get me!" Again, she struggled with herself, this time to contain her temper. Then, she equaled his bravado, extending a hand as if presenting him to an invisible person, the other on her hip cocked forward. "Ladies first." It was like taunting a bull with a red flag; Frank's anger immediately flared and he charged, fist held high to hit her. She just stood there. Gerard suddenly groaned, looking at his brother. "Dammit Frank you and your temper." Mikey looked at Gerard, confused. Gerard was silent for a moment, watching as Kayleigh easily vaulted over him and karate kicked him in the back. "He actually could have won this fight," he explained to his baby brother, wincing appropriately when the smaller man went down, crying out in pain, then vaulting back to his feet, blocking the lady vampire's attempted hits. "See how he's blocking all her shots? He's a great fighter; he could have won, with or without her supernatural powers. But now that he's pissed off " Gerard sighed, tossing his head to whip a strand of hair away his pale face. " there's no way in hell he's gonna win." Ray finished. Gerard nodded. Bob remained silent. Meanwhile, Frank had managed to break past Kayleigh's own block and punched her hard in the jaw. She stepped back, massaging her jaw, and sidestepped as Frank charged her again, listening to him crunch into the wall again. She quickly turned, pinning him to the wall. He groaned, knowing he was beat. She leaned forward and whispered gently into his ear: "So are you going to come quietly, or ?" and released him. He looked down at his feet sadly. " yah, I'll come with you." "Good." She said, picking up her trenchcoat again and slowly pulling it on while searching around the alley for her skirt snap on.

Frank found it for her, and considered throwing it into a dumpster. Instead, he meekly walked up and tapped her on the shoulder, handing it to her gently. She smiled, and he noted the lack of sharp incisors. "Thanks." she said, and gently snapped it back into place. She straightened and extended a hand for him to shake. "Kayleigh Killgannon." He smiled gently, and took her hand, shaking it. "Frank Iero." The beginning of an odd and fragile but beautiful relationship.

Chapter Two Chapter 2: Flying Pencils, Missing Chickens, and Eternal Love

Warnings: Implied slash...if you're not okay (XDD HAHAHAHA!!!) with that..just...pretend it doesn't exist or something.

Disclaimer: Still don't know, Still don't own, Please: Still don't sue.

"That was eight years ago today." Killgannon muttered gently to herself. "I just wish I could see him smile again...I suppose it's my fault. He's a wild creature," she thought to herself. "and wild creatures don't like being penned inside." She would know; after her 'conversion' she had been penned inside her master's home. Yes, it's true: the lady vampire was a slave herself, and her 'friend' that she was visiting was indeed her master, first generation vamp Geoff Kresge. She was just one of many; she didn't even know everyone that Kresge held captive within his home.

Kayleigh was one of the extreme few he actually trusted, and preferred over the others. She was one of five; and indeed there she was, lying on the cot she was given in the small room that was somewhat crowded, as she was living with four grown men. These men had been in the rock group known as AFI, and one of their former members, Mr. Kresge himself, had snatched the boys up before they had even had time to go into hiding. They were all vampires now, a disposition Hunter Burgan wasn't too happy with, and they all were in their room, not willing to venture outside of their own private sanctuary. Davey Havok was sitting in the corner, being moody and writing poetry, which he did almost 24/7. Jade Puget was copying Kayleigh, lying on his cot, staring moodily at the ceiling as if he could stare a hole through it. Adam Carson was asleep, and Hunter was staring raptly at Davey, trying to get the smaller, raven haired beauty to flip out, or do something funny. Davey however, didn't even need to look up from his writing.

"Hunter, stop it you dolt." He grunted uncharacteristically.

"Whaaaaat??" Hunter protested, faux innocently. Adam slept on.

Jade, not looking away from the ceiling, replied "Oh, come on, Hunter. We all know you're always up to something." Hunter grunted, disappointed, and flopped onto his own cot, and immediately started planning his revenge on both Davey and Jade. Still, Adam slept on. Kayleigh laid down her pencil and notepad, where she had been sketching things while pondering on Frankie's disposition, and sat up on her cot, looking over at the slim, skunk-mulleted guitarist.

"Jade?" He grunted, acknowledging her presence.

"Sup with Adam?" Jade raised himself on one elbow, his beautiful and uncharacteristically delicate profile exposed as his chocolate eyes flashed a bit in worry. "I don't know." His deep voice resonated in Kayleigh's dead heart as he drew out the last word, sounding actually afraid for his friend. Suddenly a pencil flew out of nowhere and struck Adam, eraser first, in the cheek. Adam awoke with a start.

"Buh?" (A/N: Shout out to my buddy Nadia who has THE best MCR fancomic EVER at www.freewebs.com/throughmyheart ) Kayleigh and Jade both looked at Davey, who suddenly rose and snatched the pencil off Adam's pillow as the man in question stared up at him in confusion.

"See? He's not dead, unconscious, or seriously ill. He's fine, and was merely sleeping. Now would you two MIND keeping it down???" Kayleigh's eyes widened in confusion at Davey's odd state, but nodded. Jade merely stifled a laugh as Davey stalked back to his corner, pencil in hand. Jade actually snorted as Davey flopped down in his corner, raven hair ruffling slightly. "What's up with him?" Kayleigh whispered.

"Eh, he's fine." Jade said, a huge smile plastered on his face. Kayleigh grinned knowingly at the guitarist, and then got up and knelt next to Jade, also grinning. "Where'd you hide Pecky THIS time..." Jade laughed loudly and threw his arms up, earning a glare from Davey, who immediately went back to his beloved poetry. "Busted!" Jade grinned at her and whispered into her ear: "He's under my sheets. Davey'll NEVER find his silly, stuffed chicken this time..." and then pulled away, a huge grin plastered on his uncommonly tan face, chocolate brown eyes sparkling mischievously.

"How'd you know?" he asked, his eyes still sparkling. Kayleigh loved it when Jade was feeling mischievous; it made the time she had to spend in the dusty old mansion much more enjoyable. She grinned, and put up a hand, ticking things off as she said them.

"Well, you were laying oddly still for you, Mr. I'mSoHyperItHurts, you didn't start plotting with Hunter against Davey, which you only do when you haven't started your own little batch of trickery, I've honed my mind-reading skills so they're better than yours and I saw an outline of a certain stuffed chicken in your thoughts, and..." Jade looked at her, eyes wide in awe and amazement.

"And?" he asked, his voice hushed, almost in reverence. She pointed at his feet. "The lump by your feet is a dead giveaway." He almost fell off the bed laughing this time. Davey threw the pencil at him this time, smacking him square in the forehead. "Ow!" Jade giggled. Davey began to get up, but Jade snatched the pencil up and threw it past Davey's ear like a throwing star, sticking point first into the wall. Davey froze, startled, and Jade leapt off the cot, carefully so as not to reveal Pecky's current location, settling into a ninja's fighting stance. Davey just stared at him oddly. "Waaaaaaaaaah... Yes I may be a skinny little stick man, but I can JUDO-CHOP!!" he yelled and proceeded to pounce on Davey and began a tickling fight Davey was fated to lose. He giggled loudly, begging Jade to stop, a large smile plastered across his pale face, and his midnight hair was slowly becoming more and more tangled. Kayleigh smiled as she watched them frolic, then was saddened as she was suddenly and strongly reminded of Frankie. She wanted to go back to her boys so badly it hurt. Just at that moment, Geoff walked through the door. All movement ceased. Geoff, his hair currently dyed fire engine red, and loose in his face. His naturally hazel eyes, which were made a frigid ice blue with the help of colored contacts, were even colder than usual, a sight that Kayleigh recognized as his sign of lust. She was suddenly frightened, and her eyes were wide, like a rabbit's before it bolted in fear from a hungry predator. Jade was lying on top of Davey, and Geoff's eyes fell on the pair hungrily.

"Since you to seem so eager to be on top of each other," Geoff purred, "you can join me tonight." Jade turned a shade a tad lighter than a sheet of paper with a slight tinge of pink from embarassment, and Davey's dark brown, almost black eyes widened in fear. Geoff leered at them, and when he turned to leave, he paused, looked at Kayleigh and said, "Oh, and Ms. Killgannon?" She made a noise like a squeaker toy being stepped on to acknowledge him. Geoff chuckled. "You can go home now." "T-t-thank you... m-master..." she stammered, picking herself up off her cot, bowing to him, her smooth raven hair, falling in front of her face, hiding her terrified yet relieved expression. She waited to straighten until she heard the door slam shut, and then she straightened, slowly and stiffly, violet eyes wide and a peculiar shade of lilac in her fear, head turning slowly to look at Davey and Jade. Jade rolled off Davey and both sat up, wearing similar expressions. Kayleigh's eyes sparkled with bitter tears, and she ran into Davey's embrace as they fell from her eyes. Hunter emerged from the corner he'd been hiding in and Adam lifted himself off his cot and ran to Kayleigh's side, rubbing her back, attempting to comfort her. All four men were. To them, she was their little sister, and seeing her upset hurt them like nothing before, and vice versa. Now, she wept for Jade and Davey's cruel fate that night. She looked up into Davey's dark and warm eyes, such a stark contrast from Geoff's pale and cold ones.

"It should have been me!" she sobbed bitterly. All four men raised their voices in foul protest to her words. Adam worded his response most eloquently.

"No... it should NEVER be you... we love you more than anything Kayleigh, and having lived through his cruelty time and time again... well... I wouldn't wish that on ANYONE... not even Mark." He said, referring to another former member of AFI. She looked up into his sea green eyes.

"You mean it?" she whimpered like a small child might to a loving parent.

All four men answered at once: "Always."

To Be Continued...