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It was Halloween, and all of Frank's band buddies were planning a party for the energetic little guy. Frank was just given an address and told to dress up, so he did. He knew Ray was already showing up as a mummy, Frank had gotten a happy birthday text with a picture of him already decked out in costume before lunchtime. When told about the party, Patrick thrust a black bag into his arms and told him his costume was already figured out.
Frank spent the day practicing his chords, Ray had mentioned there would be a live band so Frank asked if he could play a song or two with his current group before them. The venue Patrick rented out approved after Frank was already texting Anthony, Tucker, and Travis about their last minute gig.
When the sun was finally starting to set, he dug into the bag Patrick provided him. There was a slutty nun costume inside. Fishnets hugged hairy thighs while the neckline plunged into a V to show off his chest tattoos. A long rosary with a cold, metal cross stuck to his skin as the latex of the short skirt made his balls sweat uncomfortably.
'Costume theme for the Halloween show: Slutty Catholics' Frank texted the Dunes group chat, attached was a mirror selfie that gained multiple reactions.
It was Travis who picked them up. He was able to find a matching slutty nun outfit, Frank's face split into a huge smile at the sight of him, "You wanted a theme." Travis complained.
Anthony was comfortable in a long priest robe while Tucker was dressed like Jesus, his wig was scraggly and long with a beard attached by a thin, elastic band.
"Where's Tim?" Frank couldn't hide the disappointment that laced his words.
"He wanted us to let you know he's sorry but he's, and I quote, "shitting his brains out", so he couldn't make it." Travis and Anthony laughed together, but Tucker was being very serious. "Guys, he was so pale and skinny when I checked on him, be nice." Travis and Anthony bit their tongues, but giggles still managed to sneak through.
Frank wasn't told the party location, but he was too excited for a Halloween pop-up show to care. Travis took them down a rocky dirt road for a long time, Frank's excitement built quickly. When they pulled up to a barn with costumed people filing in and out, he couldn't stop his jaw from dropping.
It was dark outside, the barn doors locked the party lights within, the only bulb on outside was just above the entrance where he saw Joe checking IDs. They parked quickly and Frank nearly jumping out of the car to say hi, guitar forgotten in the trunk.
"Trohman!" He shouted, slapping hands while they pulled each other in for a half hug. Joe had on a Luigi costume.
"Happy birthday, man." Joe's smile could be heard in his voice, Patrick joined them immediately with a small wave dressed like Mario.
Frank pointed at them, "Gnarly theme, guys! Where's the princess?" Anthony, Tucker, and Travis each lugged their instruments behind them as they joined— Travis had Frank's.
Joe thumbed into the barn behind them that was clearly bustling. Frank spotted Ray immediately, holding up a wall by the stage with a pure white drink in his hand that had a small umbrella. "She's setting up, we play first."
Frank couldn't hide his shock, "You're opening for your own event instead of headlining?"
Although Joe looked confused, Patrick stifled a laugh with a fist over his mouth. "What are you talking about? It's your birthday. You guys are headlining." Frank twisted around to his band mates.
"Did you hear that?"
"Oh, sorry, Dunes goes after we do." Patrick corrected, grinning smugly. The excitement drained from his face, he was nearly as white as the accents of his costume.
"W-… well… am I expected to make a speech or something? I really don't want to do that…" Frank's cheeks turned pink.
With a smirk, Patrick moved around Joe and Frank to address L.S. Dunes. "If you follow the barn around this way," Patrick used his hands to point around the lot. "Andy will let you in, just knock three times and announce yourselves. He's in the dress." Patrick winked at them before they followed his directions.
Frank went to move with them, but Patrick threw a hand out to his chest to stop him. "I'm not gonna make you do a speech, just set up a little surprise for ya…" Patrick wrapped an arm over Frank's shoulders and moved him in a circle on the spot. "I will admit, I wasn't the one who picked your costume… He was."
Gerard was behind him suddenly, silent as a ghost with the smallest smile on his face. He had white make up on with dark eyes and a line of fake blood going down his chin from his mouth. His costume was a tight, black suit with a long cape that cocooned him like a sleeping bat, it had a deep red lining and was tied around his throat.
"Hey…" His voice was small and squeaky, like Frank remembered. It'd been so long since they'd seen each other.
"Hi." Frank was at a loss for words. Receiving the bomb of being the headliner than being greeted by Gerard, of all people, could only mean one thing… His last wish, that had manifested into a dream, came true.
"Happy birthday." Gerard's attempt Transylvanian accent was obscured with a forced lisp from the plastic vampire teeth. They shared a shy smile when Frank thanked him, both men blushing more than they'd liked. After a long stretch of silence, where Patrick continuously looked back and forth from Frank to Gerard with eager anticipation, Gerard spoke again, "Are you ready to play tonight? I haven't felt my heart beat this fast since warped." He joked.
Frank could hardly cough out a laugh as his throat dried. He'd spent the day practicing songs from his side projects, not for my chemical fucking romance. Frank stuttered over his words while he giggled uncomfortably, "Heh, ye-yeah, I'm totally, uh… I'm definitely ready, ready to—" He gulped loudly. "Ready to shred, uh…" He sucked in his breath, the nerves from last minute changes getting to him momentarily. "Sorry, it's just been awhile."
Gerard's eyes softened, but his stupid grin stayed cartoonish as he flashed the plastic fangs again. "It's been awhile for me too, I, uh…" Gerard paused as they seemed to get lost in each others eyes, he spit the teeth out. "I'm just excited to do this for your birthday."
Frank wasn't sure when Patrick had left, but he was gone when they turned to go inside; Joe moved them through the line quickly, ushering them in while saying, "Welcome to the Iero-ween party." Joe wrapped black and orange striped bracelets around Frank and Gerard's wrists. "You can get a run down of the night from Andy, or Pete, in the green room."
Before they separated again, Gerard intertwined their fingers and squeezed Frank's hand, leaving him wanting more. Thankfully, Ray came to distract, "So, you excited to play together tonight?" His playful tone helped relax Frank. He noticed the orange and black bracelet around Ray's wrist.
"Hell yeah! Did you see Gee? He's decked out as a vamp." Frank sounded confident and excited, Ray could hardly contain his excitement over Gerard attending.
"Oh, yeah!" He struggled to hide his smile. Ray pounded his drink, chewing quickly on the crushed ice leftovers. "Do you know where he is? Mikey was asking for him."
"He walked away from me in that direction," Frank pointed. "What's Mikey wearing?"
"A vampire costume." Ray chuckled, Frank rolled his eyes.
"Of course I'm the one showing the most skin." Frank suddenly felt uncomfortable in the short skirt; he became self conscious about the black panties peaking out, his legs goose bumped with his sudden awareness of his body. Ray chewed a smile off his lips again with the secret he was hiding.
"Wanna find him together?" Ray offered.
Frank agreed to join the hunt for Gerard, allowing the anxiety to melt away as he found friends around every group. He ran into Patrick again, who was running around trying to host and prepare for the show, then Andy, who had on a whole Princess Peach costume, minus the wig.
Tucker found him eventually to shove a mysteriously purple drink into his hands. "Witches Brew!" He yelled over the loud crowd. When Frank took a sip, the drink swirled into glittery pinks and blues with the purple, and the sour sweetness made his lips pucker. "Meet us backstage in thirty!"
Frank agreed with a nod, he was suddenly shoved into someone, spilling his drink over the shoes around them. "Fuck, man, I'm sorry—" But Frank's words cut short when he saw the man behind him was Bert McCracken.
Bert said nothing, he just looked down at Frank with a sneer. Frank's lips tightened and Ray pushed in front of him. "Hey, sorry, man, here," Ray shoved some money into Bert's chest and pushed him away. "Get yourself a new drink!" Ray shouted over the crowd.
Ray wrapped an arm around Frank's shoulders and turned him away, he nodded his head towards the back, but Gerard suddenly cut in between them. He pulled Ray down first to talk into his ear, where Frank couldn't hear. Ray looked between Frank and Gerard, a small smirk played on the corners of his lips.
Ray turned and left, going towards the stage. Frank didn't protest as Gerard's mesmerizing hazel gaze locked him in place as if he got caught eyeing a gorgon. People swam around them in a nonstop rhythm of dance, it made them feel like they were the only two people that mattered in the world.
"Its been awhile. The skirt looks nice." Gerard started, pointing at him. When Frank looked away, embarrassed, he saw Gerard was holding a drink that looked like his own.
"Thanks, I'm surprised you don't have your fangs in." A wicked grin split across Gerard's face before he replied.
"It's not midnight just yet…" Frank opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. There was an evilness that Gerard masked poorly, but Frank didn't have time to think as the lights went out.
A few yelps and screams of fear sounded around the barn, but it seemed like everyone knew what was about to happen. Gerard's hand found its way around Frank's waist as they each turned to face where the stage was. A loud rumbling shook the building, anticipation flared in the air.
Frank wasn't sure when the fog machines started, but the small space was filling up quick. He coughed away some smoke when a couple bright spotlights flicked on to show the stage; the backdrop was just a thin screen that flapped occasionally with a picture of a dark graveyard on it.
There was minimal stage decor, the speakers and amps had fake spider webs absurdly covering them, pumpkin shaped string lights hung from the front base of the stage, and the microphone stands were shaped like long skeleton hands.
Fall Out Boy took the stage with effortless ease. Patrick and Joe as the Mario Bros, Andy hiked up his princess dress and pinned it in the center so they simulated shorts, and Pete walked out goofily in a basic dinosaur costume.
Without more than a wave, "The Take Over, The Breaks Over" started to blare at them. The boys quickly got the crowd engaged with the show they put on. Frank and Gerard started bobbing along to the music, it wasn't long before they were thrashing their bodies together alongside the people around them.
When Patrick's melodic vocals reached the bridge, the spotlights flashed off and dark, red lights took over the entire space, "We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces!" The lights came back on and off like that for each line until the end of it when the lights faded off and blue lights took control of the room. Frank thought the barn shook from the screaming of the crowd.
They played a short, six song set. They followed The Take Over with Miss Missing You, Dance, Dance, Fame < Infamy, Grand Theft Autumn (where Pete and Patrick almost couldn't stop dry humping each other on stage), then finished it with Jet Pack Blues, a song that struck Frank with overwhelming love for his friends.
When they started their final song, Frank and Gerard slowed their dancing, the crowd of people became an ocean and they started to sway along with everyone else. Gerard's arm eventually snaked around Frank's waist again to pull him closer. Frank hadn't thought to tuck before leaving, and he was quickly learning that was a mistake.
By the songs mid point, Gerard leaned into Frank's neck to plant a light kiss on his neck. When Frank didn't protest, Gerard planted another kiss and pulled away slightly to look at his shorter friend, the hunger for each other prevalent in their gaze.
The spot lights came back on as Patrick started to talk and animate his words with his hands. "Thank you to everyone who could make it out here today to party with us, and to celebrate our good friend, Frank Iero's, birthday!" A loud popping made the crowd jump; Orange, green, and purple confetti sprayed over them as a giant banner dropped over the graveyard screen with Happy Iero-ween written on it, skeletons frozen in a dance on either end. "Happy birthday, Frank! We're going to get a whole evening full of ya!"
The spotlights were killed and the room was lit up again, the crowd immediately took up talking and dancing around to the playlist that Patrick had shuffled in the background.
Frank could've cried if he wasn't suddenly being ushered by Gerard to his band-mates. "Hey, we probably get some time with intermission, we can just chill for a sec?" He offered, but his cape-wearing friend wouldn't listen.
Ray and Mikey were backstage with Anthony, Tucker, and Travis talking so loudly, no one noticed the other two walk in. Frank Ray was only in half his costume now, wearing a tight black suit beneath, something black draped over the back of his chair. Mikey could've been mistaken for Gerard's twin if he wasn't wearing his glasses. Both had their hair slicked back with nearly identical messy make-up.
Pete came smiling around the corner at them, he spotted Frank first, "Hey, man! Happy birthday!" They half embraced like he did with Joe. "Hope you liked the show, Patrick said he picked some of your faves."
"Oh, yeah it was great! I can't wait to get up there but… my wrists might need a break after Dunes, how long will intermission be?"
"You get forty five minutes before you go back on for the finale. And don't worry, Ray helped us get some ice packs and braces for that." Pete's face split into a toothy smile before he slapped the shorter man's shoulder. "Have fun up there. Good luck, everyone!" Pete gained the attention of the waiting musicians. Before Frank could say goodbye, Pete was gone.
Frank nervously looked at Gerard, who gave him a small, reassuring grin. "You'll do great." Gerard offered.
"Frank, the set list." Tucker made his way over with a sheet of paper and saw they also had a six song set. "We've got ten."
"Ten minutes before we go on?" Tucker nodded. Frank scanned the sheet quickly, "Fuck, okay, that's fine. Whatever, let's fucking do it."
Frank spent the last ten minutes pacing while he did wrist stretches. Gerard sat in a tall backed chair watching Frank move. His legs were crossed and he could've easily passed for an actual vampire lord. Before they went on, Frank took the rosary off and twisted it around one wrist so it would swing rapidly while they played.
As soon as the lights went out, Frank was in the zone. Everything else was blocked out as he entered the stage with his friends. L.S. Dunes put on just as energetic of a show as Fall Out Boy had, but with less lighting effects.
They started their set with Grey Veins, and followed it with Benadryl Subreddit, It Takes Time, Permanent Rebellion, Past lives, finishing their show with Sleep Cult as Frank loved to do. During each song, Frank made sure to look for (and find) Gerard in the crowd—each time, they locked eyes, because Gerard wouldn't take his off of him, Frank would smile uncontrollably wide.
When Frank got off stage, he was the first to file into the backroom where they had all been before. But this time, the furniture was rearranged so the throne Gerard was in now faced the door so when Frank entered he immediately saw the vampiric lord that sat menacingly in the near empty space.
A low table was in front of him that had a cooler, a couple of wrist braces, a roll of athletic tape in a bright green color, a couple of bottles of various things, and a dagger. A couch was next to the set up, but three other chairs and another couch were pushed away next to the door.
"You put on a great show." Gerard's voice was low, Frank was frozen in place as the door behind him slammed shut. The lock clicking. "I love watching you perform…" Gerard lightly ran his fingers down Frank's cheek to cup his chin. Frank hadn't noticed until now that Gerard's nails were unnaturally long.
"I- I can't wait to perform for—Uh, with you again." Frank stumbled over his words, the Freudian slip making him want to slap himself. The clouds outside parted and long moon beams poked into the dimly lit room. It's a full moon… Frank realized. "Did you already come up with a set list for us?"
"We're playing Bullets tonight..." Gerard leaned in to plant another soft kiss along Frank's bare shoulders. Frank was slightly disappointed to hear that but forgave them quickly when Gerard bit down onto Frank's neck with ease. He felt a slight pain from it, but the euphoria that followed was something no drug had ever caused before.
Gerard sucked on the spot for a long time, Frank's eyes rolled back and he tilted his head further away to expose more of his neck. His skirt was so lifted from his erection, the chill of the room against his bare thighs almost helped. Gerard's biting and sucking made him overly sensitive and he was ready to burst when Gerard finally pulled away.
"Come on, let me help with your wrists…" His voice was enticing, hypnotizing. Gerard held Frank's limp hand in his and dragged him into the room. Frank followed without hesitation.
Gerard sat Frank on the couch while he retook the chair. The full moon shined at Frank brightly through the window in front of him. Gerard never released Frank's hand; he gently held it while grabbing some lotion to start a wrist massage.
Frank was taken aback, "Heh—Hey, you don't have to do that, we can just." Gerard's eyes snapped up again and Frank went into a hypnotic state. Frank reached his free hand out to touch Gerard's arm, the rosary swung and grazed him. Gerard pulled away swiftly, hissing.
"Let me do this for you. Take off the cross." His voice was stern and demanding as he repositioned himself in front of Frank again. Frank was at Gerard's whim, he pointed his wrist straight and the rosary slipped easily onto the table. Gerard continued his soft, slow rubbing around his palm and up his forearm with deep pressure.
Frank's erection hadn't faltered, but Gerard never mentioned it, even though he eyed it eagerly as he continued to massage Frank's other hand. "Did you say we're playing Bullets?" Frank attempted to distract himself, pushing his dick away to no avail. "Sorry…" He muttered, hiding his blushing face behind his arm.
"Yeah, why do you think we're dressed like vampires?" Gerard smirked when Frank met his gaze again.
"I'm dressed like a slutty nun, Gerard. What are you talking about?"
Gerard's smirk didn't falter, "I obviously brought you something. Are you ready?" Gerard dropped Frank's hands, Frank nodded. Gerard sat back, crossing his legs again, a devilish look on his face.
Frank attempted to stand up and change but he was thrown back into his seat, that stupid smirk opened up to let out a chuckle, "I asked if you were ready, not if you needed to go somewhere."
"Gerard, we only have, like, thirty minutes, I gotta rip this shit off before I can squeeze into whatever you have for me." Frank attempted to get up again, but ended up with his butt in the seat yet again.
"I can help with that…" Gerard taunted. He stood up tall, making Frank feel extra small. Gerard held his hand up casually and flicked his wrist, Frank's top burst open at the seams, making him jump.
"How the hell did you just do that?" Gerard's long fingers caressed Frank's chin and pulled him in for another kiss. He stepped a leg between Frank's legs and pushed his knees apart.
"I've got a few tricks up my sleeve…" A wicked grin plastered his face as he placed a hand casually against Frank's newly exposed inner thigh. The fishnets snapped under his palm, Frank's cock bouncing free. The skirt couldn't cover him any longer.
"What the f—" But, before he could finish, Gerard locked their tongues together while palming Frank's dick outside of his panties.
Frank couldn't stop the groan that rumbling up his throat as Gerard manipulated his fingers around Frank's head. He cursed the fabric from separating their skin, he missed the intense spark Gerard's fingers used to send through him. Gerard was the one to break the kiss, moving to kiss down his face and neck where he bit earlier. Frank couldn't stop his hips from grinding into the rough hand.
Gerard snapped his fingers and the destroyed, latex costume disappeared. A cold shiver ran down Frank's spine and Gerard pulled away quickly. "I have your costume here." He circled the table to a suit bag laid neatly across the other couches cushions. He brought it over to his chair instead of to Frank, who tilted his head slightly with confusion.
Gerard took the bottle of holy water, Frank noticed he did a lot to avoid touching the metal cross hammered into the front of the glass. In one swift movement, he uncorked the top and splashed a few drops at Frank's chest, who hissed at the sting.
"Fuck, how is that so hot?" Frank squirmed uncomfortably as it continued to sting. Gerard's bulge made itself known. "And tell me again how you have magic powers all of a sudden?"
Gerard chuckled and pulled out a cloth from his pocket, dousing it in plain tap water before handing it off to his friend. "Frankie, it's the full moon. I'm at the height of my powers, and soon you'll be just as strong with me."
"Wait, wait, wait, height of your powers? Gerard, you cannot tell me you turned yourself into a vampire."
Gerard couldn't stop smiling, the satisfaction bubbling within, "It was a chance that I met the guy, honestly, but turning you… I've needed you for so long, there's a certain kind of longing no one really experiences until they become immortal…" Gerard raised his hand again and moved his fingers like he was twirling an invisible pencil.
Frank stared at him for a minute, confused, before the magic made itself known. Immediately, Frank's cock was being pumped by an invisible hand with the same grip as a real one. Without the need to make room, Gerard allowed Frank's tight panties to stay on and squeeze him closer to a finish while his magic worked him.
Frank fell into the growing tension at the base of his cock, his head fell back and his thrust mindlessly into the invisible fist. Gerard watched with satisfaction, unzipping Frank's vampire outfit that looked identical to his own.
"Fuck, Gerard, what you do to me…" Frank moaned, seconds away from cumming, when Gerard stopped the magical pumping. Frank's head whipped up, shooting daggers at Gerard—which prompted him to run to Frank, thrusting the knife against his throat.
Frank's fear almost sent him over the edge, Gerard flashed his fangs finally with a satisfied hiss. "Frankie… The lengths I went to get this way so we could be together until the end of time… Don't cum for me yet…" Just the way Gerard spoke to him made his dick twitch.
Gerard straightened his back again, looking down at Frank, he pointed the knife at the outfit. "Get dressed, we go on in ten."
Without another word, Gerard whipped his cape around and left the room dramatically. Frank breathed heavily, attempting to recollect his thoughts but struggled through the blue balls haze he was just sent into.
He didn't even help me ice my hands… Frank thought to himself as he got dressed.
Within those ten minutes, he was dressed and leaving to find the stage once more. The new vampire costume was significantly more comfortable that the tight latex of the last one. and hid his ever throbbing hard on much better than the previous skirt had.
They took the stage in the red light, the chords of Romance played to introduce them. Honey went quick and easy, Frank's wrists not even feeling the usual burn like he feared.
Once Vampires started, Frank felt electricity in the air as he and Ray head banged in unison.
"And if they come and get me," Gerard sang with an expression of pure starved glee. "What if… you put the spike in my heart!" The lights flashed between the red, a blinding white, and complete darkness when Gerard threw both of his hands into the air— the roof of the barn burst open with a colony of bats; the harsh fluttering of wings and high pitched squeals only made them play their parts harder.
Honey faded out and they immediately merged into Drowning Lessons as a sprinkling of rainfall wet their already sweating skin. They played half-way through to the bridge before the clear, warm rain transformed into dark, red droplets.
Gerard threw his palms towards the sky, "These hands…… stained RED!" He screamed. "From the times that I've killed you and then," Gerard's eyes flicked to Frank's on stage. Although Frank had been thrashing his body around, he never fully took his eyes off Gerard. "We could wash down this engagement ring—WITH POISON AND KEROS-EH-EH-ENE!!" Gerard screamed before dropping his voice to nearly a whisper, "WE'LL LAUGH… as we die…"
The blood rain warmed Frank's face. It tasted sweet, a new craving burst across his taste buds. Through the end of the song, Frank constantly lapped at the liquid red staining his skin. It wasn't until the beginning notes of Our Lady filled the room that the bands thirst for the sky's red tears became overwhelming.
Before Gerard came in with his vocals, he twirled and ran to Frank, his back to the crowd as he sang to him, "We could be perfect one last night, and die like star-crossed lovers when we fight."
There was a mix of wanting to drop everything to make out with the man in front of him and an uncontrollable thirst that nothing seemed to quench. The song, although just beginning felt like the crescendo was here.
"And we could settle this affair, if you would shed your yellow— take my hand!" Gerard offered his palm out to Frank, who could hardly break their hypnotized stare.
Mikey and Ray continued to play nonstop around them as Frank dropped the guitar and entwined their fingers. A wicked smile broke Gerard's teeth apart and he threw the microphone.
The blood rain came down hard like the rains of spring in the north before a tornado. The two, hand in hand, whipped around to the crowd; eyes bright red and glowing. Mikey and Ray followed suite, all hissing loudly and flashing fangs to a confused crowd of half headbanging patrons.
Gerard threw his hands up and all the doors in the establishment slammed shut, blood-rain pooling quickly at their feet. Screams didn't sound until Gerard pounced onto the crowd, flying slightly as he picked a target. Ray, Mikey, and Frank dropped their instruments and followed suite in a flurry of panicked bodies.
Gerard had hypnotized Frank before he accepted Gerard's inviting palm, which made the feeding with no experience easy and instinctual. People banged against doors, windows broke as bodies slithered out against sharp corners of glass that sliced up clothes and skin alike. The overwhelming scent of blood made the band starved, the faces of their lost friends ignored as the hunger devoured them. No amount of blood from any of them felt like enough.
One after another, strangers and friends alike stopped moving, the rain finally slowed to a stop as each body dropped. Frank took out mostly strangers, during an uncontrollable tussle with a couple of men, Frank was so blood thirsty he couldn't stop himself from biting Tucker and Travis.
Ray was the one to find Jeph with Quinn, both were hiding in a room behind the bar. Joe was easy to catch as he exited the bathroom in the middle of the murder party.
Mikey took out Patrick and Pete, then found Gabe, who attempted to beg for his life when it became apparent that Mikey wasn't going to stop until he was emptied.
Gerard attacked the most, and was the first to stop to admire the work of his friends. He was the one to find Hayley and Taylor, plus Anthony. The screams died quickly and most turned to moans or were simply silent.
Gerard witnessed Ray sucking Brendon's throat until it was skinny and dry. Frank fist fought Bert for a while, Bert put on a decent fight and refused to go down. Frank was able to lock his ankles around Bert's shoulders, he yanked his arm back with a solid crack, a strangled scream erupting from Bert. Frank sunk his fangs in deep. He refused to let go until there was nothing left.
Mikey was off behind the bar where Pete had been bar tending during their show. He had already bitten Pete, but much like his older brother, he had more fun playing with his thralls than killing them.
When it was clear no one else had the strength to get away, Gerard burst the doors open again with a flick of his wrists. Short waves of blood sloshed out the doors as the barn drained.
It wasn't until nearly sunrise when things started to calm. The men were filled with ecstasy from the intoxicated blood they over indulged in mixing with the high energy of the set. As their breathing regulated and they looked around at their mess. Frank finished his meal and rejoined Gerard, who still watched admirably.
Their hands naturally met again, Frank felt more in control of himself than he ever had before. It wasn't long before Ray, Mikey, and Pete, were finished as well.
Gerard lit up a cigarette noiselessly, he took a few hits before speaking to his new group. "Kill one man, you're a murderer…" He took another hit, peering around at the bodies littering their venue. Patrick stood suddenly, eyes glazed over, he joined behind Mikey and Pete. Then Joe joined, Gabe too. "Kill a million, you're a king." Gerard raise his hands to the air, cap following to simulate wings. His bat-like shadow stretched out far up behind him. Hayley stood without making a sound, looking as though she belonged in her long vampire costume. "Kill them all? You become a GOD!" He began to maniacally laugh, arms still raised.
No one could stop themselves from laughing with their Dracula, proud to have been apart of Iero-ween.