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30 April 2008 @ 08:09 pm
The Itch  
Title: The Itch
Author: ME!
: R/NC-17 
Pairing: Frerard 
Disclaimer: I own nothing but merchandice and an overactive imagination 
Summary“Does the gothic tooth fairy have a name?”
 “Yes. Princess Tallulah Baltimore.”
Warnings: AU, vampires, blood and gore, character death
Bandom: My Chemical Romance 
Author's Note: Vampires rock!

From the rooftop he stood out like a flamboyant beacon, his voice carrying clear to my oversensitive ears. I could smell the liquor coursing through his blood like a sickly perfume. The knock-back would be hard but the itch was under my skin and there was only one thing I could do to scratch it. The flamboyant man was my target, I’d been following him for a few nights and he had a routine that was ridiculously easy to keep track of. At sundown he would walk into one of the bars that lined my street and several hours later he would stumble/get thrown out by the doormen, drunk as a skunk and singing some show tune in the wrong pitch as he wondered unknowingly into territories that I can’t follow him into with inheriting the consequences of having half my face ripped off. Lucky for me the flamboyant, black haired beacon, singing his tiny heart out to some Liza Minnelli monstrosity didn’t wander out of my sight. He slumped against a wall and looked as if he was about to pass out from the amount of alcohol poisoning his bloodstream and rotting his liver one drink at a time.
I leapt off the rooftop, making sure not to land to close to him. There are few things worse than provoking anger in a seriously drunk human, you have no idea how they’re going to react. He didn’t object when I pulled him to his feet and flashed him my toothless smile. Best not to show him the finale of our encounter too soon. He tried to focus on me, his pupils dilating and shrinking rapidly in hazel swirls of iris.
“Don’t want to see another guy pass out down here and wake up with no shoes,” was my excuse. It was always my excuse and it always worked. Humans have become so clinical the thought of being in a back street without shoes terrifies them, makes them paranoid. I miss the days where no one cared about cleanliness. It was much easier to blend in.
“I don’t need your help,” he slurred, shrugging violently out of my grip. He took one step and fell over under the weight of his own swaying head. I folded my arms across my chest and stared at him. “Okay…maybe I do.”     
What a pathetic waste of space. I’m doing society a favour by getting rid of him.
I got him to his feet with one hand accidentally. He was too drunk to notice anything unusual though. He’d also gone back to singing show tunes. I tried asking where he lived, to keep appearances normal, but it’s hard to make sense of a drunk. I dragged him to my apartment, the thick drapes and boarded up windows blocking all light from the world outside.
“Where are we? Who are you?” He muttered when he finally noticed we were inside. We’d been there for about ten minutes so I’d obviously picked a sharp one.
“We’re at my place. I don’t know where you live so you can crash here until you sober up. And I’m Frank, the guy that’s just saved your ass from the crack heads. Who are you?” Frank was my alias name. There’s no way I could hide with my birth name.
“I’m the gothic tooth fairy,” he grinned. The smell of booze was almost overpowering to me.
“Obviously on a night off,” I played along. I needed him to be as relaxed as possible for my growing itch to be scratched. He nodded so much to my question it could have caused whiplash. “Does the gothic tooth fairy have a name?”
“Yes. Princess Tallulah Baltimore.”
I found a work ID card in his jacket pocket. Gerard. He didn’t look like an out of town guy but looks can be very deceptive. I know that from personal experience and carry the scars to prove it. Pretty soon Gerard was singing yet again; face down on my couch where he fell.
If he leaves a stain I’m gonna go nuts!        
As much as I hate human cleanliness I’ve fallen head first into it. My apartment is a prime example. Everything is pristine and perfect. Well, almost everything but the things that aren’t are well hidden so I don’t have to look at them. Needless to say all the hidden things are from my laborious and lengthy past. Gerard flipped over and stared at me, still looking at him on my couch and wondering how to remove his stink tomorrow.
“Are you gonna ogle me or are we gonna…gonna fuck?” That snapped me out of my stain removal product daydream. It still gets to me when people say that and I don’t know why. I think it got to me so much that time because it was a worthless drunk that asked me.
Well I have to do it sometime. The faster I can get this fucking loser out the better.
“Only if you can get to your feet,” I teased. Gerard’s eyes widened as he tried, drunken limbs flailing. He ended up rolling off face first, hitting the wooden floor. I sighed silently and rolled my eyes.
I really picked a sharp one.
The itch got unbearable; it was crawling in my veins and screaming in my head. I couldn’t wait for the fool to find his feet so I pounced on him, pinning him to the floor and kissing him hungrily, holding back the deep feeling to retch when his tongue touched mine. His hands were clammy as he pawed at my shirt. I hated myself for letting him touch me but I knew I would get what I needed if I just held out. The endorphins exploded in his brain and rushed down south. They masked the smell of whiskey. Endorphins are like candy to me.
Very messy candy…
I forced my body to pull off every move I’d picked up over the years; nipping at his lips not hard enough to draw blood but pretty damn close, sucking at his earlobes, grinding down every time he moaned, that sort of crap. It wasn’t necessary to do any of it; Gerard was desperate like most drunks. He probably thought the most he would wake up with was a bad hangover.
“Holy fuck,” he groaned deeply as I left his lips and shed his shirt, kissing down his pasty chest that sickened me to the core. I closed my eyes, gulped without a sound and forced my hand into his boxers. I kissed out the gag in my throat as Gerard bucked into my hand. I could feel his blood under my fingertips, pulsing with everything I needed, with his wasted life. Drunken slurs spilled from his swollen lips as he proclaimed he loved me. He must have said it to every other guy he’d been in the same situation with, the words fitted his voice that well. He clawed at my shoulders, the roughness of his bitten nails digging in. His declarations of love and devotion got louder the closer to the edge he got. His eyes closed and his mouth slackened. I started sucking on his neck, taking it as my cue. When his cock twitched in my hand I bit down, finally doing what I’d wanted to from the second I laid eyes on him. Gerard was too wrapped up in orgasmic euphoria to notice what I was doing, to notice the letch sucking at his blood for sustenance, taking his life away from him a mouthful at a time. His blood was bitter from years of alcohol abuse and nicotine but I still drank it down and he still didn’t notice. I pulled my hand away from his soft cock when I’d had my fill. He looked even more pathetic, even more pasty and white and corpse like. His breathing had dropped rapidly, so had his heart rate, mine had shot up with the new found life running free in my veins and bringing me back to life if only for a short amount of time. The wounds were still open and they leaked onto the floor, staining the pale wood with his wretched excuse for an existence. It was then the fear grew in his eyes as he looked up at me, blood smeared and grinning with fangs on show.
“Poor pitiful Gerard, all alone with a vampire,” I chuckled, wiping the crimson liquid from my mouth and licking it off my fingers, cleaning the other one that had been around his cock on his discarded shirt that he wouldn’t need anymore. “Poor pitiful Gerard about to die.”
“What?” He croaked out, his life leaking even more when he moved to look up at me better. I pushed his head back down so it was touching the floor and licked along the wounds. I felt him shiver and his heart murmur under my tongue. He was close to the end. I grinned and clamped my hand around his throat. He was too weak to put up a fight. He died within seconds, as I crushed his windpipe with my grip. I quickly regained my normal composure and haled the heavy body into the bathroom and into the strategically placed shower curtain on the floor. He left a bloody track in his wake. It was my routine to wrap the bodies in some kind of plastic and dump them in a nearby river for the police to find, only for them to open another unexplained homicide file with the same type of death as all the others.

I'd ridded society of another screw up. If anything I should get medals for doing what I do! After dumping the body I added his name to the thick black book of names hidden under one of the bloodstained floorboards, right under Ray Toro...
Gemma: Frankpopheart on April 30th, 2008 07:57 pm (UTC)
OMg check the acutal amazing!!!

I ADORE evil Frank! And I ADORE Vamp!Frank. So y ou can iagine how I feel about evilvamp!Frank!!!!!

Loved it! So awesomely written and so uttely amazing!
Laura: MCR - *nod*synthetic_tales on May 4th, 2008 03:11 pm (UTC)
Evil!Vamp!Frank is my bitch from now on
pauri gutsthe_pauri on May 5th, 2008 05:50 pm (UTC)
dude, your icon pwns me hahahahaha

blueautopsy on April 30th, 2008 09:08 pm (UTC)
mmmm naughty frank is lots of fun ;D
i think maybe i would sacrafice myself
just to be bitten!!!!!!
really enjoyed this though hunni

Laura: MCR - *grab*synthetic_tales on May 4th, 2008 03:06 pm (UTC)
Thanks. Glad you liked it
xdarkk_lustx on May 1st, 2008 03:10 am (UTC)
Cruel Vampire Frank turns me on ;). haha.:O.
Laura: MCR - yeah!synthetic_tales on May 4th, 2008 03:07 pm (UTC)
Nothing wrong with that lol
Thanks for commenting
Fizzbitch &hearts;: Taking Back Sunday Angelshmooz on May 1st, 2008 05:53 pm (UTC)
That was BUM!
(( Bum meaning good! ))
Loved it!
Suzy ♥
Laura: MCR - planningsynthetic_tales on May 4th, 2008 03:10 pm (UTC)
I choose my own path,even if it leads me to Mordorx_missdarko_x on May 3rd, 2008 11:51 pm (UTC)
Real nice! Frank makes one hell of a cold vampire :)
Laura: MCR - *grab*synthetic_tales on May 4th, 2008 03:10 pm (UTC)
Thanks, that was the original intention
pauri gutsthe_pauri on May 5th, 2008 05:50 pm (UTC)
hmmmm i really liked this <3
Laurasynthetic_tales on May 6th, 2008 10:07 am (UTC)
Thanks. Vampires are always cool =]
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Laura: MCR - yeah!synthetic_tales on May 6th, 2008 10:07 am (UTC)
Thanks =D
trash_angel_01 on May 1st, 2012 01:13 pm (UTC)
God damn it frank! How am I supposed to get my present from the tooth fairy now!?!?! Think about the consequences of your actions, and how they impact society!