☆ 𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞, 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 ☆

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                        ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ
 [ House of Balloons/ Glass Table Girls ]
                      𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒏𝒅
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       ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ
                  ↺ |◁   II   ▷|   ♡
       ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

It had been seven years since Frank became your right hand. Seven years since he became a vampire by your teeth. If he was being honest, he preferred it this way. The immortality, the bloodshed, the late nights spent in the solitude of your New Jersey apartment. He had it all. The fame that came with being in My Chemical Romance, the secret that he held of being a vampire, all the blood and gore he wanted.

But he still felt like something was missing.

He thought it was just a part of you that was missing, like he had a working clock in his hands that was missing the batteries. You were always so sweet to him, so loving and protective when he got a little too close to being caught and arrested in an alleyway. Sure, you two had kissed, lain in each other's arms, but nothing was official.

You were just too scared of the possibility that someone out there could love you for more than the insidious night walking creature you were off the stage.

Too scared of being seen as more than the vampiric priestess that he knew you as.

Frank had lived with you for about a year now. It was cheaper on one hand and safer on the other. The hunts were done together, the cleanup was easier, and the aftermath was less messy. He knew he was in love with you the day he had begged you to make him immortal. But your walls were so thick and high despite you being so motherly, and he hated it. He wanted more than this overly affectionate friendship he had that honestly reminded him of what he had with Gerard.

It was a Saturday night, around 1:00 a.m., as Frank quietly knelt beside you on the floor of your room. You were doing your weird vampire Catholic priestess shit, and he always loved watching. Though, he had a plan to get your walls down and actually make things official. No more fucking around, he thought as he watched you line up the candles. He sighed as he rested his head against your shoulder, glancing up at you.

"Need help?" He hummed softly, glancing back down at the small red flames dancing across white candles.