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might i offer vampire!gerard whom i drew while stoned

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Prompt 9, 20 & 22 with Gerard Way

Prompt 9: “Quit it, or I’ll bite.”

Prompt 20: “D…Did you just make that noise?”

Prompt 22: “You can scream if you want.”

Warnings: vampire!Gee

Word count: 917

Maybe it was a little strange, hanging out on the graveyard long after nightfall, but you liked the quiet. Dead people, in most cases, had the admirable character trait to keep their opinions to themselves, which was a nice change to the living who always thought you would be interested what they had to say. Surprise:  you weren’t.

The only dead person, at least the only one you knew, who did not always share that trait with the other dead people, was the vampire, who sat next to you on one of the huge old stone sarcophagus, dangling his feet.

You had met Gerard by accident one night several months ago. At first you had thought he was like you, hanging out here to get a quiet moment to himself; or maybe one of the goth kids, who sometimes had a sleepover in the chapel. But he had explained to you that he was what people unhappily called a bloodsucker; that he was one of the examples for the blurred lines between life and death, the blur that science could not (yet) explain. Or in simpler words: a vampire.

You had befriended him, and soon after, the two of you had formed an unlikely relationship, wandering the thin line between friendship and romance, just like he wandered the line between life and death. Only that his state was stable, and your relationship was not, and so you found yourself hoping more and more often that it would tip over to the side of romance.

Sitting here, you had joked about, imagining how funny it would be, if you would scare off the kids who sometimes came here to prove their courage. That idea lead to you suggesting Gerard would have to whistle spooky tunes, only to find out that he could not whistle.

The past thirty minutes had been spent with you trying to explain it to him. But any of his attempts to get out a steady sound, were futile. The spitting and sputtering sound that now left his lips had you in a fit of laughter.

“D…Did you just make that noise,” you wheezed earning a judging glance from Gerard.

“You try whistling with fang teeth, it’s not easy,” he defended with a pout.

“Whatever you say,” you laughed, trying to calm down, in order not to embarrass him further, but as soon as he tried whistling again, producing just a sound that sounded like air escaping from a bicycle tire into a puddle, you were almost falling off the sarcophagus because you were laughing so hard.

“Come on, don’t laugh at me,” Gerard whined, making you laugh even harder.

“I can’t help it, it’s too funny,” you laughed

“Quit it, or I’ll bite,” Gerard hissed, crinkling his nose to expose the two long fangs that usually were hidden under his lips, but not sounding serious.

“You wouldn’t dare-” you giggled.

But when Gerard jumped off the grave, you quickly turned around, and ran away giggling.

He followed you laughing, chasing you between the gravestones of long forgotten people, and only when you ran out of breath, he made the effort to catch up with you, wrapping his arms around you from behind, and lifting you up for a moment, as if he wanted to carry you away.

Placing your feet back on the ground, he dipped his head to you neck, grazing his sharp teeth over your fragile skin, careful not to rip it.

“Hey,” you protested, still giggling, your heart hammering against your chest, and blood pumping wildly through the vein that Gerard pressed his nose against.

“You can scream if you want,” he whispered, his voice having turned into a deep growl, “There’s nobody around who can hear you.”

Careful, as not to head-butt him, you turned your head, to look at him. His eyes were glowing in the pale moonlight, and his skin was as white and smooth as porcelain. He watched you for a second, took in your slightly widened eyes, because honestly, you were not sure if he was being serious right now or not. When he recognized the insecurity on your face, a smile tucked at his lips.

“Oh come on, you don’t really think I’d do this to you,” he laughed, it being his turn to be amused by you.

“Idiot,” you hissed, pushing him away, relieved that he had just been joking, embarrassed about you not trusting him enough, but also amused by yourself.

“Oh no, come here,” he laughed, and pulled you back into a hug, dipping his head again, but this time not to your neck but your lips instead.

He was surprisingly warm for someone who was at least partially dead, and his lips against yours were soft and smooth, cooler than your own, but not uncomfortable. He tasted of mint and fresh air, and like a garden in spring after a shower of rain, and his hands on your back held you close to him. So it seemed the relationship had, as you had wished, tipped over to the romantic side.

When you stepped away from him, with burning cheeks and hammering heart, you chuckled.

“What,” Gerard asked, a soft smile on his face as he was watching you move away from him.

“You still can’t whistle,” you told him, before turning around, and quickly running away again.

“Hey,” he shouted after you in mock horror, “come back here right now! I’m not finished with you!”

Then he took off after you.

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Next Door Neighbors (Part Two) - Gerard Way x Reader

Request: Ok can you please make a part two? & CAN U PLEASE DO A VAMPIRE GERARD X READER ? WITH FEMALE READER AND CAN IT BE V SOFT UWU THANKS ALSO UR SO TALENTED AND I LOVE U AHAHA

Reader: female (probably)

Word count: 3 218

A/N: just for fun i did a little animation that goes with this story (cause i can ^^)

Part One

It had almost been a year since you had first met the mysterious man on the cemetery in person. Gerard and you had spent many nights together after that, talking about whatever you could think off, be it politics, stories from your childhood or random jokes. Often you found yourself discussing things like the influence of the moon on the human psyche, cryptozoology, divination or astrology. Since Gerard had been raised more than 200 years before you, it was interesting to hear what he told you about his youth, and often he stopped in front of gravestones to tell you about the people who lay buried there.

Much to your disappointment, your time in the small town came to an end far too quickly for your liking, and only two weeks after you had met Gerard, you had to leave him, to go back to your life, the one where you had a job, lived in a cozy apartment, and went out for drinks with your colleagues.

But now you were back. It had almost taken you an entire year to finally get some vacation time, and find the courage to return to the familiar streets of the city you grew up in.

Excitedly you stirred your car around the last corner into the street your house was standing in, facing the cemetery, which now came into the view as well. You immediately noticed the change that you had never expected to happen. Even though it was early afternoon, the iron gates were closed, and a heavy chain wrapped around the bars. Behind the fence you noticed grass growing on the usually well-kept stone paths, and the few graves you were able to see, looked abandoned, weeds growing high, no fresh flowers, and no single person wandering amongst the gravestones, visiting the last resting place of their loved ones.

Confused you drove up to your parents’ house and got out of the car, continually looking back over your shoulder at the cemetery. Your mother seemed to have noticed your arrival since she waited in the door as you walked up the few steps to the small house.

“You made it,” she cheered, wrapping her arms around you.

“Hey mum,” you smiled, but you were still thinking of the cemetery. What had happened there?

You did not dare asking that question until you were sitting at the dinner table. The usual “How have you been? Anything new?”- questions had been asked and answered, so you finally decided to bring up what had happened to the piece of land in front of your childhood home.

“Oh, the city council, or whoever decides these things, closed it down,” you dad explained between two bites.

“They said most people prefer to get buried at that new graveyard at the edge of town, because it also has the funeral parlor is right next to it, and so is the chapel and all,” your mother continued explaining.

You nodded, and continued eating, but your attention drifted away from the conversation. If they had shut down the cemetery, where was Gerard? Was he still there, hiding in one of the mausoleums only to show himself at night? Had he moved? If so, where? Where would a vampire who barely knew a living soul move? It destressed you, imagining Gerard not living here anymore. To you, he belonged here the same way gravestones belong on a graveyard.

Time did not pass fast enough for you that evening, until you finally announced you were going to meet some friend from back in high school. That was obviously a lie, since the main reason for your visit was to see Gerard again. You threw on a rain coat and some sneakers before you hastily made your way out of the front door, over to the other side of the street, and then along the fence of the cemetery towards the front gate.

Just as you had seen this afternoon, there was still the chain wrapped around the bars, making it impossible to push the two wings open far enough to slip in. But growing up next to and regularly sneaking into the cemetery as a teenager, had prepared you for such a moment. You continued walking along the high iron fence until you had reached a part of the street where no houses had been built and even the street lanterns had given up their service.

It would have been creepy for most people, but you did not care, as you took hold of the bars of the iron fence, and placed your foot to rest on a crossbar, pushing yourself off the ground. You remembered the first time your friends had convinced you to break into the cemetery by night, none of you had known how to properly climb the fence, and you had torn your shirt, but now, even after not having done this for years, your muscle memory kicked in, and you skillfully climbed over the spiky ends of the fence, letting yourself fall to the soft, grassy ground on the other side.

A grin carved into your face and you quickly straightened your jacked, before you walked off into the direction of the mausoleums where you remembered having met Gerard last year.

You stumbled along the dark paths, trying to keep yourself from falling over gravestones and bumps in the ground. Usually you would have brought a torch for nightly adventures, but the faint light of a wandering torch on a closed down cemetery would only have drawn people’s attention to your little mission. And what were you to tell the police if someone decided to call them? “Oh, I’m just looking for a friend who used to live here, right over there in this one rich families’ mausoleums.” Yeah, definitely not.

Annoyed you realized that your rain coat did in fact come to a use, when light, tiny droplets of rain started falling from the dark clouds that hid the moon. You pulled up the hood, trying to cover your head from the water, and continued walking over the cemetery, slowly beginning to feel uneasy about the situation. Something was off, something was wrong, your instinct told you. The little hairs on your neck rose, and a cold shiver ran down your spine. You furrowed your brows and looked around, expecting to see someone watching you, but you were alone.

The rain increased, the droplets turning into drops of cold water, and an icy wind started blowing, before you finally reached the first mausoleum. It was not the one Gerard had always hidden in, but you knocked on the heavy door anyway and tried to push it open, but to no avail.

So you moved on, and tried your luck with the second mausoleum, ignoring the feeling of dread. This time you tried more, knocked longer, pushed harder, even quietly called for Gerard. Your voice got lost in the howling of the wind that had picked up, and the drumming of the rain. What had started out as a harmless drizzle, had quickly turned into a full blown storm.

After your second try had failed just as pitifully as the first, you ran on to the third door. Lightning stroke across the sky, flashing the abandoned cemetery in white light for a split second, blinding you and leaving you startled, but you quickly remembered why you were here and continued your search.

By now your trousers were wet with the cold rain that had been blown against you by the strong wind, and the time between lightings decreased. A particularly strong gust of wind ripped the hood off of your head, causing the loose strands of your hair to dance in the air. Annoyed you brushed the hair out of your face, trying to get back your vision before you lifted your hand to the iron door of the last mausoleum. This was the one Gerard used to live in, and you were pretty certain that, should this one be empty too, you would go home and continue your search tomorrow. You were freezing, and honestly: there were nicer things than searching a cemetery at night during a heavy thunder storm.

To your surprise the heavy door swung open at the contact with your hand as you reached forward to bang your fist against it. You did not even hesitate for a moment before you slipped into the strange building.

Inside it was a lot warmer than out in the rain, but also darker. Resting your back against the door, you waited for a few moments, trying to calm your shivers and allowing your eyes to adjust to the minimal lighting.

When finally the black turned into different shades of grey, you recognized the room you had wished yourself back to so often during the past months. The two stone sarcophagi that were placed in niches the walls left and right of the room had been remodeled into furniture.

The right one held a mattress, pillows and blankets, while the left one was used as a shelf, holding a box of cereal, a carton of UHT-milk, a few plates and bowls and some cutlery. The sarcophagus at the end of the room had been turned into a mixture of a table and a bookshelf. An armchair had been pushed to its side, using it like a side table. On the other end, opposite the chair, heaps of books were stacked onto each other. The middle of the room been had turned into a fire place, burned wood and ashes resting on the old stones, but they had turned cold.

Shivering from the icy wind, you strolled into the room. Not much had changed, except for the brand of the cereal and some of the books, allowing you to hope that Gerard had not moved and was still living here. You brushed off the wet rain coat and walked over to a suitcase that was hidden in a corner in the back. You knew Gerard kept his clean clothes in there, so you quickly exchanged the dripping wet trousers for some dry sweat pants, hoping that Gerard would not mind. After all you were determined to wait here for him. So you sat down on the bed, taking off your shoes and crossing your legs. You leant against a wall, facing the door and closed your eyes for a moment. The smell around you reminded you so much of Gerard, and feeling the pillow in your back brought back memories of the few nights you had spent here, talking about whatever you liked, cuddled into the wooly blankets, and before you knew it, you had fallen asleep.

You were woken by a hand on your shoulder softly shaking you awake. Sleepily you rubbed your eyes before you blinked them open. The room was dimly lit by a fire, and the smell of Chinese noodles filled the air, making you perk up. A broad smile on his face, black hair hanging into his eyes, Gerard stood next to you, smiling down on you gently. It took you a moment to properly comprehend what had happened, but once you had remembered the events of the night, you leapt forward, throwing your arms around the still grinning man and wrapped him in a tight hug, which he immediately returned.

“Now that’s a surprise,” he chuckled, tightening the hug a little, nuzzling his nose into your still slightly damp hair. “Do you always break into your friends’ houses when they’re not home?”

Laughing you pushed him away, now able to take a better look at him. His hair had grown a little longer since last year, and the dark circles under his eyes seemed to have faded. He was wearing the same black coat you already knew, but the dark shirt he had always worn had been replaced with a black band shirt.

“Only when it’s super stormy outside,” you joked.

The smile at spread across Gerard’s face made your heart melt, and you felt your insides turning into warm, excited butterflies fluttering around nervously, but at the same time happily. While your mind was still doing cartwheels, unable to quite catch up on the fact that finally, after so long, you were reunited with Gerard, he had already wrapped you into another hug, one that lingered longer this time, both of you relaxing, and soaking in the comforting sensation of each other’s presence.

When Gerard pulled away, his expression was soft and loving. You felt yourself drowning in his beautiful hazel eyes, and his finger gently massaged the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him again, until his lips met yours carefully.

The kiss knocked the breath out of you, even though it was not demanding at all. The mere thought of Gerard and you kissing had made your heart speed up during the past months, and now experiencing it, it was better than you ever could have imagined. Gerard’s lips were soft, and when he felt you responding, just as carefully as he had started out, he could not help the smile that tucked at them. Slowly you wrapped your hands into his black hair, weaving his silky curls around your fingers, and pulled yourself closer to him. His hands wandered from your neck down your back, the warmth of his skin seeping through your clothes, making shivers run down your spine.

When Gerard pulled away, his cheeks had blushed to a soft pink, and both of you giggled, before he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you off the matrass on the sarcophagus that you had still been sitting on, setting your feet down on the uneven floor of the mausoleum. You smiled at Gerard, your fingers wrapped into the smooth fabric of his shirt, and he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I brought Chinese noodles, if you ask really nicely, I might consider sharing,” he offered, making you shake your head at him in amusement.

“It’s fine, I had dinner at my parents’,” you explained, following Gerard to the other sarcophagus on which the cutlery and food was placed.

“I insist,” he laughed, grabbing two forks and the paper box with the warm noodles, “Come on.”

He sat down the things on the big sarcophagus, and sat down in the armchair, pulling you into his lap, making you giggle.

Quietly talking about what had happened to both of you during the months you had spent apart, you shared the box of noodles. Gerard confessed that after the cemetery had been closed, he had considered moving, trying to find some new place to stay at, after all, after two hundred years of living side by side with his brother’s grave, he felt like it was time to move on. He had thought about finding you, but in the end he had been unsure if you had even wanted to stay in contact with him and he had no clue about where you lived anyway. So he had stayed where he was, hoping, that when you came to visit your parents, you might pay him a visit.

The thunderstorm started to subside, and the box of noodles was long empty, when the darkness outside the single window faded into a dark grey. Sleepily you rested your head against Gerard’s shoulder, who had wrapped his arms around you, his cheek brushing against your hair and his breath fanning over the skin on your neck.

“You could come with me,” you mumbled, finally voicing the thought that had scrambled around your brain since he had mentioned leaving this place. “We could find a nice little place for you, not too far away from mine…”

“Or I could just move in with you,” Gerard chuckled.

You lifted your head up, your eyes meeting his, curious to find out if he was serious. When you found no sarcasm in them, you laughed and shook your head before kissing Gerard again. Still chuckling he leant in, his breath fanning over your skin. You had been sitting with him for hours now, but you still felt a comfortable tickle wherever he touched your skin.

“Really, can I,” he asked when you had pulled away, your forehead now resting against his.

“Do you really think I could say no to that,” you laughed, pecking him on the lips again before you got up from his lap with a groan.

“Where are you going,” he whined, already missing the close proximity he had had to you.

“I have to go home; my parents will wonder where I am,” you explained.

Gerard nodded and watched as you collected the rain coat and you shoes, which were still lying on the floor, and slipped them back on.

“Are you going to come over again tonight?”

You turned to look at the dark haired vampire who still sat in the armchair by the big sarcophagus.

“Are you going to bring food again?”

Gerard laughed lightheartedly at your response.

“Of course I’ll come,” you grinned, walking over to him again for a last kiss before you had to leave the mausoleum, the cemetery, and this beautiful dream. But if Gerard really wanted to come with you, if he really wanted to give the two of you a chance, then soon this, this thing that now felt as far away from reality as a fading dream, would be your home, your reality. The thought made your stomach twist into knots of excitement.

“You look good in my clothes,” Gerard whispered, when he pulled away after the kiss, his thumbs hooked into the pockets of the sweat pants you had stolen from him.

“You are unbelievable,” you laughed and turned away, walking over to the rusty door. “Sleep well, see you tonight.”

“See you tonight,” Gerard repeated, and watched with an aching heart how you opened the door just far enough to slip out, careful that no direct sunlight would fall into the mausoleum. But you would be back, in just a few hours you would be back in his arms, and if it would be his choice, he would keep you by his side forever.

Outside the air was stingingly cold, but the oxygen that filled your lungs was a nice change to the smoke from the fire inside Gerard’s hide out. The grass underneath your shoes was wet from the rain, but the air smelled of fresh grass and earth, and of spring and flowers, and even though the sky was covered in thick, grey clouds, you could not help but feel absolutely blissful. Maybe you could bring a photo album tonight, show Gerard some old pictures, and make him talk more about his past, about the adventures he had experienced. Or you could just cuddle, wrapped into each other’s embrace. No matter what you would decide to do, there would be plenty of time to do whatever you could think of.

Your thoughts still back with Gerard, you wandered back over cemetery, the knee high grass brushing drops of rainwater against the sweatpants you were wearing, making a small way into the overgrown grass between the gravestones, and you wondered if a little child would see you from their window, just like you always had seen Gerard when you had been little.

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Next Door Neighbors - Gerard Way x Reader

Request: Give us our sweet boy... vamp gee x reader            

Warnings: vampire, robbers

Word count: 1 791

It had never really bothered you living next to a cemetery. To you it was just a garden with many stones in it. You were hardly old enough to understand anything about life and death, so the concept of people being buried underground was not of any great importance, it was a little like watering the garden; it didn’t happen every day, but every other day. In kindergarten, other kids often did not want to come over to play at your house, because they were afraid. You never knew why. Even though by now you knew about death and all the tales and stories that came with it, you were not scared of them. You knew ghosts and zombies were not real, if they had been, you would have seen one by now you figured. But the only regular visitor to the cemetery, apart from old women and a few adventure seeking teenagers, was a young man. But he never really did anything, he just walked around the graves at night, sometimes stopping for a while and then wandering on. You had first seen him one night when you could not sleep and had stared out of the window. From then on you saw him every night. You never bothered to wonder what he was doing. Grown-ups did a lot of weird things. And other people also walked around the gravestones, so why should he not as well? You remembered asking your mother once why you were living so close to the cemetery. One of your friends was refusing to come over because of all the ghosts that lived so close by, as they said. Your mother’s response had been simple and short. ‘Because someone has to.’ You guessed she was right. There would always be a house closest to the graveyard, no matter how far away from there it was built, so one might as well use the space and put the house right next to it. Made sense. You applied this answer to the young man as well. Why did he walk amongst the graves at night? Enough people did it at day, so someone had to do it at night as well. Since all this seemed logical to you, you never even considered telling anyone about this man.

As a teenager your house became your friends’ favorite hangout spot. They loved watching horror movies and then going over into the graveyard, trying to spook each other. For you it was nothing exciting though. As a kid you had often sneaked into the cemetery, because there was a big lawn and it was perfect for playing football with the neighbors’ kids.

As you strode down the street in the dim light of the lantern, you remembered all these things. It had been almost a year since you had been here the last time. After high school you had moved away for college and only recently you had found a job at the other side of the state. When you had told your childhood friends that you were visiting town for a few days, they had been eager to meet up with you. Now you were on your way back home from a bar. Somehow it felt wrong, going to a bar in the city you had grown up in. Chasing down the street to catch the ice cream truck would have been more appropriate.

You had been so deep in thought that you had not noticed the figures on the sidewalk until you almost walked into them.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, but loud enough for them to hear, and tried pushing past them.

Without warning a hand suddenly gripped your upper arm.

“Nice jacket you got there,” a voice snarled, making the hair at the back of your neck stand up.

“Thanks,” you answered, hoping, praying that this would not turn into what you feared it would.

“How about you give it to us?”

Well, shit.

“Uhm-“

“Will he have to ask again,” one of the other guys asked.

The blinking of a cold metal blade just a few inches away from your throat made it almost impossible to breath. Panic was hammering in your chest.

“Sure,” you answered, sounding surprisingly calm, “take it.”

What was a jacket compared to your safety, maybe even life?

“What do you think you ass-hats are doing, hm?”

An almost bored voice interrupted the robbers from pulling the jacket off of your body.

“C’mon guys, let ‘em go. Mugg someone on a different street, this one is mine,” the voice continued.

Just great. From the hands of the one band of robbers into the hands of another, or maybe even worse than robber?

You could not see the person who had spoken, but he sounded young, awfully young. The men around you started laughing.

“And what are you gonna do,” they mocked.

Everything happened faster than you could comprehend. Suddenly all the robbers were on the ground, the hand around your arm was gone and instead replaced with  one at the small of your back.

“I kindly suggest you get the fuck out of here,” the voice hissed, coming directly from next to your ear.

You watched as the men scrambled up to their feet and flew the scene before you turned to the source of the voice. You immediately recognized the mop of black hair and the pale skin, even though you had never seen it up close. They had been your companion through sleepless nights when you were a child. Glowing hazel eyes stared down at you worriedly, and the tips of pointy, sharp teeth bore themselves into the full, lower lip of the man, but you hardly noticed.

“It’s you,” you exclaimed in surprise, stepping back to take a look at the person.

He still wore the same clothes you remembered; a black jeans, a dark shirt and a black coat.

He looked at you confused.

“You walk around the cemetery every night. Or at least you used to when I was a child,” you explained.

Only then you noticed that he was barely older than you. But that was not possible. He should be in his forties now, considering he had been an adult already when you were only three years old. Was he someone else? No, you were certain he was the same person.

“How do you know that,” he asked wide eyed.

“I live close by, I saw you from my window,” you told him.

Your eyes flickered to the little dents in his lip, caused by the pointy, fangs like teeth. His skin was so pale and he had dark circles under his eyes as if he had not slept in days.

He stirred uncomfortably under your piercing glance, casting his eyes towards the ground. You knew ghosts and zombies were a product of imagination, but vampires…

“Oh,” you whispered.

“Are you gonna run away now,” he asked, sounding almost a little sad.

You shook your head. “Why would I?”

“’cause, I don’t know, I could kill you or something,” he suggested, his voice still careful.

“I’ve never seen you attack anyone, well, not without good reason,” you motioned around you, referring to the robbers from just a minute ago. “And I’ve seen weirder stuff.”

“Like what,” he challenged, but now a small smile spread across his face.

“Have you ever seen naked mole rats? I’ve done a project at college about them, I studied them for a while at the zoo. They dig their tunnels with their teeth, that’s some seriously weird shit,” you told him with a shrug.

“What,” he asked amused.

“Yeah, trust me. They are like little saber toothed sausages. Terribly ugly but also kinda cute,” you explained.

“Great, so am I also terribly ugly but kinda cute,” the man, or rather vampire, asked.

“Nah, just terribly ugly,” you giggled.

“Oh wow, thanks,” he fake pouted, but quickly broke into a grin. “I’m Gerard.”

“(Y/n),” you replied and shook the hand he had offered you.

You did not know exactly how you ended up in front of your door step, but Gerard had made sure you arrived there safely. It was weird how easy it was to talk to him even though technically he was a total stranger.

You joked about people’s fear of zombies and he told you why he always walked around the cemetery at night. He told you he always visited his brother’s grave and even showed it to you. Maybe it should have bothered you that his brother died at the age of 89 back in 1898, which implied that Gerard had to be at least 250 years old, but it did not. It was a little like it had never really mattered that he walked around a cemetery at night. It just was like that, there was nothing more to say about it.

You took a glance at your mobile. You had needed almost three hours for a way of barely two hundred meters. Now Gerard was standing close to you, his shoulder almost brushing yours as you faced the front door of your parents’ house. You hated having to go home; you would have loved to keep chatting to him. Not only was he someone who would always deeply connect you to this place, he also had a charm around him, something that drew you in, and you felt like you would never feel something like that again.

“Thanks for helping me out back there,” you told him.

He nodded, seeming to consider something.

“Am I going to see you again,” he asked, looking at you with a vulnerability that almost tore your heart in two.

“Of course,” you told him, unable to hold back a bright smile, “I could just drop by the cemetery tomorrow.”

Gerard glanced over his shoulder to the fenced property.

“I never really liked that place,” he confessed, “it reminds me about Mikey. But with you…”

He looked back to you and a smile lit up his features.

You nodded.

“See you tomorrow, well, tonight,” you told him.

Taking all your courage you leant forwards and quickly pressed your lips against his cheek. It was soft, smooth, and surprisingly warm.

When you pulled back, Gerard smiled at you warmly.

“Good night,” he whispered and turned around with a sigh, walking towards the cemetery.

You also turned and unlocked the door to your parents’ house.

When you had dressed into your pajama, you stepped to the window in your room. In the dark you could see a pale, dark haired, young man stand at the edge of the cemetery. When Gerard saw you standing by the window, he lifted his hand and waved and you waved back, at the man on the cemetery.

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Vampire!Gee