#I was shaking and couldn’t talk about anything other than Gerard’s outfit

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I’m scared for tomorrow

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To Join The Black Parade

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Written for Gothtober 2020, Day 11. Prompt: “Death Parade”.

You receive an unexpected phone call, from your old friend Gerard. He asks you if you’d like to play a role, in the upcoming music video, for ‘Welcome To The Black Parade’. But, when he sees you on set, something comes over him, that neither of you ever expected. 

You sat in the studio, in front of a blank canvas. You glanced up at the diploma, hanging in on the wall, in the corner. It was proof that you had graduated from SVA, with a Bachelor of Fine Arts. But, despite being certifiably good at art (on paper), you still felt like an impostor, on days like this, when you had no inspiration at all. 

Your brush hovered over the empty white space, when, suddenly, you were interrupted, by the sound of the phone ringing. As soon as you saw who was calling, your expression brightened. 

“Hi, Y/N,” greeted the familiar voice of Gerard Way. Simply hearing your old friend speak, was enough to make your spirits, instantly lift. 

“Hi, Gee,” you smiled, moving the phone closer to your ear. “How have you been?”

Even though you talked on the phone all the time, you hadn’t seen him in person, since last summer. He had briefly returned to New Jersey, to play a Warped Tour gig. You’d hung out with him afterwards, backstage. It had been so fun - and yet, so fleeting. 

“I’ve been good,” Gerard replied jovially. “I’m sorry for calling you so early, though.” 

“It’s not early,” you chuckled. “It’s like, eleven o’clock.”

“Well, here, it’s only eight,” Gerard reminded you. 

The East Coast was no longer his home base. He had moved to Los Angeles, a few years ago, when his band started to take off. This put him in the Pacific time zone, three hours behind you. 

“How’s California treating you?” you asked. “Still staying in that weird haunted house?”

“Nah, we’re done recording the album now,” Gerard updated you. “We’re actually getting ready to film the music video, that’s gonna go with the lead single.”

“Oh, cool!” you said, interested. “What’s the single’s title?”

“It’s called ‘Welcome To The Black Parade’,” Gerard revealed cryptically. 

“What’s the Black Parade?” you asked curiously. 

“I have this concept for the video - well, for the whole album, really,” Gerard explained. “This guy is like, dying of cancer, and Death comes for him, in the form of his favorite childhood memory.” 

“The memory is….a parade?” you guessed.

“That’s right!”, Gerard confirmed. “I kind of based it off, like, when my dad would take me and Mikey into the city, at Thanksgiving time, to see the Macy’s parade.” 

“Oh, of course,” you nodded. As a fellow New Jersey native, only a ferry-ride away from the Big Apple, you had grown up going to the parade every autumn, too. 

“So, this whole, like, procession of marchers, is gonna welcome The Patient into the afterlife,” Gerard went on. 

“That sounds amazing,” you said honestly. “I can’t wait to see the video, when it’s finished.”

“That’s actually what I was calling you about,” Gerard confessed slyly. “We’re gonna have a lot of extras in this video shoot. Like I said, a whole parade of people. I was wondering, if you might want to be in it?”

“You want me to be in the music video?”, you repeated, eyes wide.

“Yeah,” Gerard grinned. “I just thought, it would be really nice, to see you again, and have you be a part of this whole art project with me.”

Art project. That was one way to describe it. Gerard was a big Hollywood star now, with fans all over the globe. But, he still talked about the album his band was working on, in the same way, that he used to talk to you about the comics he wanted to write. Deep down, he was still the same storyteller that you used to see in class every day.

“Gerard, I would love to,” you accepted the offer, immediately. “I’ve missed you. It’s going to be so great, to hang out again.” 

“I can’t wait,” Gerard said happily. “Don’t even worry about the airfare, I can get the label to fly you out.” 

“Thank you,” you said giddily. You couldn’t wait to see your old friend again.

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The flight to Los Angeles was long, but uneventful, and the day of the video shoot, arrived before you knew it. You gasped, when you walked in, and saw the set. There was a huge parade float, surrounded by a desolate, gray landscape. You wondered how long it had taken the set designers to put it together. You felt nervous, as you watched the other extras milling about, most of them already in costume. 

They’re real actors, you thought anxiously. I’m just some random person. 

Your nerves eased, as soon as you heard a voice behind you. 

“Y/N, you made it!” Gerard said delightedly. You turned to face him. 

“Whoa!” you gasped. “Your hair!” 

“I know, it’s a big change,” Gerard laughed, running his hand through his short-cropped, bleach-blonde locks. Last time you had seen him, his hair had been dark, and down to his shoulders. 

“What do you think?” he asked, seemingly a little self-conscious. 

“It’s very different,” you said honestly, “But, I like it. A new look, to signify a new era!” 

“Exactly,” Gerard nodded. “See, I knew you would get it….I gotta tell the guys you’re here. They’re gonna be psyched, to see you again.” 

“I’m psyched to see Mikey, and Frankie, and Toro again, too,” you grinned. They were all old friends of yours. 

“Oh, but first, I gotta introduce you to the director,” Gerard remembered. “His name’s Samuel Bayer. He’s amazing - he’s the same guy that directed the music video for ‘Bullet With Butterfly Wings’, back in the day.”

“No way!” you gasped. ‘Bullet’ was your favorite Smashing Pumpkins song. 

“I know, right?” Gerard grinned. “And just last year, he did some really cool videos with Green Day, like ‘American Idiot’. I’m so happy that we were able to get him to work with us, on this video. I think it’s going to be amazing.” 

“You’re such a flatterer, Gerard,” said a dark-haired man, walking over to you. “Hi, I’m Samuel.” 

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself, shaking the director’s hand. 

“I heard you’re an SVA grad, too, right?” Samuel smiled.

“Yeah, Gerard and I both graduated in ‘99,” you nodded. “You went, there, too?”

“Yeah, I was in the class of ‘87,” Samuel explained. 

“Wow...small world.” 

“For sure,” Samuel laughed. “Anyway, Y/N, are you ready to get changed into your costume?”

“What am I going to wear?” you wondered. 

“Oh, you’re going to love it,” Gerard gushed. “We had Colleen Atwood design all the costumes for us. She’s incredible.”

“She’s the same lady, who designed the costumes for Edward Scissorhands,” Samuel added informatively.

“Whoa,” you gaped. This really was an all-star film crew. Did you really belong here? 

“Here’s your outfit,” Samuel smiled, handing you in the garment bag. “Go ahead and get changed, we’ll meet you back here in five.” 

“O-okay,” you gulped, suddenly unsure, if you could pull the role off - no matter how small it was. 

“Don’t worry,” Gerard assured you. “I know you better than anyone, Y/N. I’m sure you’ll do great.” 

“Thanks,” you said softly, calmed by his words. 

“I have to go fake-sing for the camera,” Gerard chuckled. “I’ll see you soon.”

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You took the garment bag into the bathroom, unzipping it, to reveal the costume inside. 

The jacket, you noticed, was black, with a marching band style collar - pretty similar to what Gerard was wearing, when you walked in. The only difference was that yours was sleeveless. Instead of pants, your jacket was paired with a black skirt. 

You hesitantly changed into the outfit. You flushed, when you looked at yourself in the mirror. The skirt was short - almost too short. 

You didn’t wear things like this very often. You constantly got paint on your clothes, so you never wanted to wear anything too fancy. It would just get ruined. Most of the time, you could be found in oversized sweaters, and ratty jeans. 

I can’t refuse to wear it, though, you told yourself. Even if it feels kind of uncomfortable….Gerard spent a lot of time and money to bring me out here. The least I can do, is play my role, without complaining. 

You walked back onto the set, your legs feeling cold and exposed. Gerard and the band had just wrapped a scene on the float, miming playing their instruments. 

“Cut!” Samuel called. “Okay, I think that was a good take!” 

Done with his part, Gerard strolled back over to you.

“.....Wow,” he gaped when he laid eyes on you, his eyes widening. 

“Wow, what?” you blinked, feeling self-conscious. 

“Wow, you look amazing,” Gerard said, blushing. “I...I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear something like this before.” 

“Oh, you think it suits me?” you asked hesitantly. You hadn’t expected this reaction. 

“Absolutely,” Gerard complimented. “Have you been...working out?”

“Oh, you mean, my legs?” you realized, blushing. “Yeah, I’ve been jogging a lot…” 

He stared at your uncovered thighs, making your cheeks turn hot. 

“Ah, there’s my Fear!” Samuel smiled, walking over to you. 

“Fear?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow. 

“Yes, you’ll be playing the role of Fear,” Samuel explained, “and this young lady here, will be playing Regret.”

He indicated a petite actress, whose costume was identical to yours. “Regret” gave you a friendly wave. 

“As soon as you’re done in the makeup chair, you ladies can do your scene with Lukas,” Samuel directed. 

“Who’s Lukas?” you asked. 

“Lukas Haas is playing The Patient,” Gerard explained. “He’s a great actor.”

“Oh, our main character,” you nodded. “Ok, I guess I better head over there!”

You were surprised, how Gerard’s eyes seemed to follow you, as you walked away. It was almost as if he didn’t want you to leave his side. 

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“Ok, we’re going to start moving the parade float forward!” Samuel announced. “Processioners, I need you to start walking forward, beside it, okay?” 

You stood in line, and at his signal, you and the rest of the ‘parade’ began to march forward, towards the camera. You tried not to glance up too obviously at Gerard, who was standing on top of the float, beside you. The guys were up there with him, in matching marching band jackets. You had to admit, it was a striking look.

Lukas stumbled towards the front of the parade, wearing his hospital gown and slippers. He looked confused, and sad - a befitting expression, for a character, who was supposed to be newly deceased. 

“Ok, cut!” Samuel called out. “Gerard, you’re going to lean over the side of the float, and put the medal on Lukas, okay?”

“Ok,” Gerard nodded, dangling a military-ish cross on a chain. “Like this?” 

“Perfect,” Samuel praised. “Now, I need my Fear and Regret, to come stand on either side of Lukas, okay?”

“R-Right,” you stammered, moving to the spot on Lukas’ right that Samuel was pointing at. 

“Now, Fear and Regret are going to kiss The Patient on the cheek,” Samuel explained. 

“They’re what?” Gerard frowned, his expression turning suddenly sour. 

“It’s in the script,” Samuel reminded him. 

“Just on the cheek?” you clarified. 

“Yeah,” Regret confirmed. “You do one, and I’ll lean in, and do the other, at the same time.”

“Oh, okay,” you shrugged. “I can do that.” 

Sure, it felt a little awkward, since you’d just met Lukas twenty minutes ago. But, at least it wasn’t on the mouth, or anything. 

Samuel signaled for the camera man to start filming again, and you leaned over, in sync with Regret, and planted a peck on the actor’s face.

“Cut!” Samuel shouted. “Ladies, I’m sorry, I need you to do that again.”

“Why?!” Gerard demanded. “I thought that take was fine.”

“Because you were making a face in the background,” Samuel groaned.

“N-No I wasn’t!” Gerard denied, blushing. 

“You were,” Samuel insisted. “You’re supposed to have a neutral expression, and be looking at the camera. But, you were looking down at them instead.” 

“You were pouting, dude,” Frank teased. “Come on, let’s try it again.” 

You repeated the take, leaning over, and kissing Lukas’ cheek again. 

“Cut!” Samuel called again, looking frustrated. “Gerard, the rest of the band was looking at the camera just fine. You’re still staring downwards, with that surly expression.”

“I’m not surly,” Geraed argued. “I was making a totally normal face.”

“No, he’s right,” Mikey shook his head. “You weren’t looking, where you were supposed to look at all.” 

“Let’s give it one more try,” Gerard sighed. “I promise, I’ll get it right this time.” 

I hope so, you thought with a frown. How many times, am I going to have to put my lips on this guy’s face today?

“You know what,” Samuel shrugged, “why don’t we just take a break for lunch, and try again in thirty?”

This was fine with you - you were already bored, with the repetition. You wished you knew what was throwing Gerard off. 

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You found Gerard by the craft services table, listlessly eating a handful of Cheetos.

“Are you okay?” you asked him softly, as you filled your own plate with snacks. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Gerard insisted. “Don’t worry about me.”

“What is it that you’re having trouble with?” you wondered. “I mean, all you’re doing in that scene, is standing still up there, right?”

“Yeah, it shouldn’t be this hard,” Gerard frowned. “I don’t know….something about watching you plant one on Lukas, is just getting on my nerves.” 

“Why’s that?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“I….I don’t know,” Gerard blushed. “I just don’t want you touching him, for some reason.” 

“You’re the one, who called me, and asked me to play this specific role,” you reminded him. 

“I know I did,” Gerard acknowledged. “I just….I didn’t think it would bother me this much.”

“Why does it bother you?” you asked. “Like, what is it that goes through your head, when you see me do that?” 

“I guess I feel…..jealous,” Gerard admitted shyly, dropping his voice, so only you would hear. 

“.....Jealous?” you repeated, heart pounding. What was he saying?

Gerard’s whole face turned red, and he stared downwards, suddenly very interested in his shoes.

“....Gee,” you whispered, touching his arm. “Look at me...are you telling me, that you wish, I was kissing your cheek, instead?” 

You two had been friends for almost a decade now, but he had never made a move on you, or given you any indication that he desired anything more, than a platonic relationship. But….the truth was, you’d always found him incredibly handsome.

Gerard’s hazel eyes glanced up, hesitantly meeting yours. 

“As soon as I saw you walk out here, in that skirt,” Gerard confessed, his voice soft and husky, “I wanted to kiss you, on far more, than just your cheeks.” 

“....You want to kiss me on the mouth?” you realized, your face and body going suddenly so hot.

“God help me, I do,” Gerard breathed. 

“.....Do it,” you said breathlessly. Secretly, you’d wanted this, for years. 

“But, there’s people all around us!” Gerard said shyly. 

You looked up, and saw that he was right. Actors and actresses were starting to form a line around the table, eager to grab food to snack on. 

“.....Come with me,” you said impulsively, and dragged him by the arm, into the powder room, where you’d gotten changed earlier. 

“Y-Y/N, what are you doing?” Gerard stammered. “This is the girls’ room…..I’m not supposed to be in here….I don’t want to get caught….” 

“Then be real quiet, then,” you shushed him, and pulled him in for a searing kiss. 

His shyness seemed to melt away, as his lips crashed into yours. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tighter, as the kiss deepened. 

“....Gee!” you gasped, coming up for air. You never saw this coming from him. 

“Y/N, I want to make you mine,” Gerard panted, eager to taste your lips again. “Mine, and mine alone.” 

You kissed him again. Your hands twisted into his newly short hair. You’d wanted this forever, but you never expected it to actually happen. He tasted so sweet, and his touch was so startlingly possessive. 

“Honey,” you purred, grabbing him by his jacket collar, “I’m already yours.”

[robinrunsfiction]

Blood Moon - Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: Vampire!Gerard Way x Female Reader Rating: Teen Requested By: None Word Count: ~2,600 Author’s Note: Part two of the first spooky story I wrote for the best time of the year, Halloween! TW for blood and mentions of past death

It was a crisp autumn day and (YN) and her friend Jennifer had spent most of the day shopping, hopping from store to store along the main street of the old, but bustling town.

"Hey, can we go in this store?" Jennifer asked, pointing to an antique store up ahead.

"Yea, sure," (YN) replied, following her friend inside.

"I wanna see if they have anything I can get my mom, her birthday is coming up," Jennifer rattled on about finding the right present for the occasion, but it was as if her voice faded out for (YN) as she was drawn to the display case of antique jewelry. There was one necklace with a deep garnet stone that felt like it was calling to her.

"Need any help?" The saleswoman asked, causing (YN) to jump. "Oh sorry, didn't mean to startle you!"

"Oh, that’s ok. What’s the story with that necklace?" She asked, pointing to the garnet.

"Well its quite curious. This necklace has been in and out of our shop many times. When they bring it back, they only say it just wasn't theirs to keep. Maybe its cursed!" She laughed. "Would you like to try it on?"

"Yea," (YN) replied, undeterred by the story. The saleswoman took the necklace from the case and handed it to (YN) who carefully placed it around her neck and looked in the mirror at her reflection.

"It suits you," the saleswoman complimented.

"Ooh pretty!" Jennifer agreed, coming up behind you.

"I'm gonna get it," you grinned.

"I'll be curious to see if it is meant for you, or if you'll be back," the saleswoman said as she rang up the purchase.

"Oh, by the way, Eli texted asking if we wanna go to the pub tonight, I already said yes," Jennifer laughed.

"Well why not I guess," (YN) shrugged. "But I want to go home and change first. I need an outfit to show off this necklace."

~

It was a typically lively night at the pub with their friends. (YN) couldn't help but feel distracted though, as if someone was watching her.

"Earth to (YN)," she heard her friend Eli say.

"Sorry, what's up?"

"You know that guy over there has been staring at you like all night," she said nodding across the room.

You followed where she gestured and saw a thin, pale man with darkness around his eyes and silvery white hair.

“Oh creepy,” Jennifer said.

(YN) couldn’t help but smile. Something about this man was familiar to her, like they had met before, or like they were meant to meet. “Should I go talk to him?”

“No,” Jennifer said at the same moment Eli said “Yes!”

“You all are no help,” (YN) said rolling her eyes.

“Maybe I can be of help then,” a voice said from behind her.

(YN) turned in her seat to find the handsome stranger now standing behind her chair. “Oh, well maybe you can. I’m (YN),” she said extending her hand in greeting.

It seemed as if the stranger had the wind knocked out of him for a moment before he recomposed himself. “Nice to meet you, I’m Gerard,” he said taking her hand, not to shake it, but rather placing a kiss on the back of it.

Now it was (YN)’s turn to be taken aback. At first it was because of the nature of the gesture, so classically romantic, but then because she noticed how cool his lips were. It sent an invigorating shiver down her spine.

“Do you wanna go someplace quieter to talk?” (YN) asked, suddenly feeling like she wanted nothing more than to be alone with him.

“After you,” he said stepping back allowing her room to get out of her chair.

(YN) dropped some money on the table. “That should take care of my share, in case…” she trailed off with a sly smile and Eli grinned back.

“Hey,” Jennifer said, grabbing (YN)’s arm and pulling her close. “Text me when you get home safe.”

(YN) nodded in agreement before turning her attention back to Gerard. “Ready?”

He nodded and (YN) lead the way outside. “Oh, I was going to suggest a walk, but if you just want to sit and talk,” (YN) said, suddenly embarrassed as she had not noticed his cane before.

“Its fine, we can walk. I’ve had this nagging injury that never seemed to heal from when my friend tackled me,” Gerard laughed and shook his head at the memory and (YN) laughed as well.

As they walked through the park in the moonlight, (YN) found it as easy to talk to Gerard as it was to talk to her friends that she had known for ages. The way he felt so familiar to her made her feel slightly guilty that she didn’t recognize him.

“Gerard, can I ask you something? And I’m sorry if this is rude, but have we met before tonight? Like I feel like we know each other, you know? Shit, is that weird?” (YN) felt her cheeks burning with a blush as they stopped under a streetlamp.

“Maybe it was a past life,” he smiled knowingly.

“Do you believe in that kind of thing?”

“Why not? There are stranger things to believe in, don’t you think?”

(YN) shrugged. “I guess I hadn’t really thought about any of it too much. But if you’re sure that we haven’t met, then I’ll believe you.”

They resumed walking and Gerard took (YN)’s hand with his free hand. She noted how cold it was, as if this poor man had anemia or something.

“Oh, I didn’t even realize how close we were to my place, would you mind walking me the rest of the way?” (YN) asked as they exited the opposite side of the park. “It’s a safe neighborhood, but you never know.”

“Of course, wouldn’t want you to have to walk alone. Might be monsters out here,” he chuckled.

“Or maybe you’re the monster all along,” she laughed.

“Don’t worry, vampires will never hurt you,” he replied and squeezed her hand.

When they arrived at the front door to her building, she stopped at the foot of the stairs. “Gerard, I’d really like to see you again, if you’re interested,” she smiled shyly.

“I’d love that,” he replied, an air of relief in his tone, as he handed her his phone. When she finished entering her number, he saw she left her name as (YFN) (YLN) 🖤

He smiled at her and sweetly placed a kiss against her cheek, the cold again lingering. “Good night (YN).”

“Goodnight Gerard, it was a pleasure to meet you this evening.”

Gerard again seemed as if he had been taken by surprise by her words. He smiled as she turned and went inside. Then a light in the second floor came on and she waved from the window. He smiled up at her as he turned to leave, but he felt sick to his stomach.

It really was his beloved (YN, and he was not going to lose her again. Especially not at his own hand.

~

Over the next few weeks, Gerard and (YN)’s romance slowly began to blossom. The familiarity (YN) felt for Gerard made getting to know him seem easy, like she somehow knew everything he was telling her, but there did seem like a large puzzle piece was still missing. But despite trying to sort out that enigma, she felt as if she were falling for Gerard’s mysterious charms. He was a gentleman, never pushing her physically, to the point where (YN) would have to encourage him to take things further.

Gerard had taken (YN) out to a classic film festival and once again they stood at the steps to her building. (YN) had started to wonder if she had misjudged things with Gerard. He held her hand, pulled chairs out when she sat down, placed delicate kisses on her cheek or the back of her hand, but she wanted him to kiss her. As the full moon shone down on them, she felt like her stomach was full of butterflies.

“I had a great time tonight. I love those old movies; the men were such gentlemen back then. You must have been raised on them, you’re so polite as well,” she smiled.

“You could say that,” he replied, smiling down at her.

“Gerard, would you like to kiss me?” She asked nervously after a moment of silence between them.

“Very much,” he replied with a grin. He leaned down and softly he placed his lips against hers. She leaned into him and he reached up and placed his hand along the side of her neck, fingers trailing down to her collarbone, and the skin underneath his touch lit up with pain. A vision shot through her mind of a woman gasping in shock and pain, grabbing her neck, but what confused her the most was the old-fashioned clothing the woman wore. (YN) pulled away from Gerard with a gasp, grabbing at her neck.

“Are you ok?” Gerard asked. He looked frightened, grabbing at her arms.

“I… I don’t know! That was the weirdest thing!” The pain began to subside in her neck. “I’ve always had this birthmark here,” she said gesturing to the side of her neck, “and it just started to hurt and…” She trailed off. What would Gerard think if she told him she had a horror movie like vision when he kissed her for the first time.

Gerard didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know how to explain what she saw, what she felt when he touched her neck. He just looked on pitifully.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to end our date like this,” she said sadly.

“No, I’m sorry,” he said pulling her against him, rubbing her back. “I’m so sorry my beautiful (YN),” he murmured as he rested his head on top of hers.

They stood together in the cooling night air for some time before (YN) pulled back with a sigh. “I should go in. Thank you for the wonderful night, despite the weirdness,” she said with a sad laugh while gesturing to her neck.

“It was my pleasure,” he replied. She leaned up and placed a kiss on his lips, and thankfully all she felt was the butterflies in her stomach again. With a smile she turned and headed inside.

~

(YN)’s thoughts became consumed by the vision she had of the woman in the Victorian clothes and why she appeared to her. (YN) went to the library and spent hours pouring over scans of old newspapers and checking out books on local history books.

She didn’t realize how late it was when Gerard called. He said he wanted to check up on her after not hearing from her for a few nights.

When Gerard knocked on her door, he was taken aback by her appearance when he saw her. Dark circles under her eyes looked like bruises, and her skin appeared ashen. “(YN) are you ok? What is going on?” He asked as she invited him in.

“Yea, I just got so totally wrapped up in this unsolved mystery from over a hundred years ago. This woman… she had the same name as me, and she was brutally attacked and left for dead in her front yard, and look at this,” she said pulling out a newspaper clipping from the time, “look at that necklace, is it not this one?” She asked holding up the garnet charm that hung around her neck.

Gerard felt sick as he nodded. “Ha-have you seen a photo of her?”

“Not yet, I think its in this book though,” she said sitting down, patting the stack on her coffee table.

Gerard sat down next to her. “(YN), what if you don’t like what you find?”

(YN) furrowed her brow. “What do you mean?”

“(YN),” Gerard sighed, unsure how to say what he needed to tell her.

“Gerard,” she said, her voice growing impatient. “What do you know?”

“Do you remember what I said about maybe we knew each other in a past life?”

“Yea…”

“And that vampires will never hurt you?”

(YN)’s heart was hammering in her chest and she felt ill. “Yea,” she replied as she started to lean away from him.

“(YN), I know who killed her… you… back then.”

“Who Gerard?” She felt like she knew the answer before he even said it.

“Me.”

“Gerard,” she whispered as she got up, tripping over her own feet. “What are you talking about?”

“I'm a vampire,” he said quietly, looking at his hands.

“Why though? Is this some sick game to you, find out how many times you can kill the same innocent woman throughout history?”

“I've changed, I'm not the monster I was back then! I didn’t know how to control my hunger then. I have a system now, I don’t need to hunt anymore,” he pleaded.

“When were you going to tell me? Because I believe I loved you,” she choked out.

“Loved?” He looked up then, his eyes starting to fill with tears.

���You killed me,” (YN) said softly. “How do I forgive that?”

“I understand,” he said getting up and walking toward the door. “I'm sorry for then, I'm sorry for now. I never stopped loving you, not for a hundred years. I'm so sorry, I'll leave you alone.”

(YN) watched as he left and sank to her knees, her head spinning. Instinctively, she clutched at the amulet around her neck and took a deep breath. Suddenly she was on her feet, opening the door, running down the stairs. When she got outside, she looked in both directions, but decided to head toward the park. She ran as fast as her legs would carry her, into dark depths of the park.

Then she saw him sitting alone, his silver white hair shining under the streetlamp. He looked up when he heard her approach.

“You knew it was me from the moment we met, didn’t you?”

Gerard nodded silently.

“And you could have killed me at any time if that’s what you really wanted. But you didn’t.”

“I searched and waited for you. And protected that necklace, hoping it would bring you back to me so I could try to make it up to you. I owe you a lifetime.”

She nodded as she approached him, and he stood up. “Kiss me again, like you mean it.”

He leaned down in an instant, not having to be told twice and captured her lips against hers. She leaned into him as he held her waist. She didn’t feel any pain where he touched her, and a thought crossed her mind as their lips moved together.

She reached down and grabbed his hand and brought it up. He pulled back from the kiss then, confusion on his face as she brought his hand to the mark on her neck.

She closed her eyes, bracing for the searing, but it didn’t come. All that flashed through her mind was memories of a different time, feelings of fledgling love and anticipation, of Gerard's face, not unlike it was now gazing down at her, concern and love written across it.

She looked up at him. “You really didn’t mean to did you.”

“It was an accident I will never repeat. I'm so sorry, I love you, my beautiful (YN).”

“I love you too Gerard,” she replied wrapping her arms around him in an embrace. “One day, if I want, would you turn me so we could be together forever.”

“If that's what you want, it would be an honor,” he said looking down at her adoringly before kissing her again. And for a moment, she could have sworn his lips were warm.

[storytimefromthecreed]

Something Blue, Something Borrowed

Dark green coat to his right, light tan on his left, Arno felt there was no other place he’d rather be than looking over the river, admiring France, with his best pals. Spring was here, the frost of winter thawing around them and bringing a new year. A new time. Arno smiled at Phillip’s and Demetri’s bickering. New things held a bit of the old, he mused, then the dark lurkings breached in his mind and he shook his head of such thoughts. New beginnings, he told himself, the past was good to remember but not dwell. He would not allow that darkness to taint this bright, new world. 

“All I’m saying is that it might be.” Phillip continued. “It would be foolish for us to believe otherwise.”

“Anyone who breaks tenants is immediately kicked out.” Demetri countered, frowning at the thought. “Look what they did to Arno, sorry man.” Demetri put his hand on his friend’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze, then looked past to Phillip. “Do you think they would keep someone they thought was spilling the blood of innocents?”

This piqued his interest, and Arno rose a brow. “What are you talking about?” Demetri and Phillip were always on opposite ends of the spectrum when it came to, well, anything. Maybe that was why they were such good friends. The ability to disagree but respect other’s opinions was admirable, but arguments were so common that Arno had to confess he found his mind wandering when one broke out.

“The murders. Where have you been?” Phillip’s face drained as realization dawned. His mouth forming a small ‘o’. “I’m so sorry, Arno. I meant no disrepect.”

Arno had to laugh, that was all he could do, and assured his friend it was ok. Since leaving the Brotherhood, Arno placed himself outside the loop. Parties, events, gossip, murders apparently, many things slipped past now that he no longer worked in the shadows. An intended effect. Arno did this to himself, and he was happy for it. The Brotherhood wasn’t for him, he told himself, and he had to tell them. “Quit apologizing, Phillip. Another one, and I’m going to return to the Brotherhood specifically to make you my next target, understand?” He threw his arm on either man and growled a deep, menacing growl. “Both of you.” 

The trio stared at one another. Demetri’s grey eyes flashing from Phillip’s scared expression to Arno’s evil face. Then they broke out in laughter.

Once remedied, Arno asked again. “Murders you say?”

It was Demetri who answered, and his usual cheshire grin was replaced with a somber, set line. “There’s been murders all over Paris. The Brotherhood has tried connecting the victims, but they’re completely random.”

“The only thing tying them is how they died.” Phillip continued, and gestured between him and Demetri. “That’s why I think an Assassin did it.”

“And why I think one didn’t.” Arno gave them an exasperated look. Demetri rubbed under his jawline, and dread filled his veins like ice. Arno knew that point. He’d learned it intimately during his training. “A single puncture wound in the artery.” 

“Only an Assassin would know to kill like that.”

“No Assassin worth his weight would spill innocent blood. If a whisper reached the Masters, they would have those involved thrown out, or worse.”

“But-” And again the argument span. Arno chewed on this information. An Assassin killing innocents? It wasn’t the protection of the Creed that angered him so, but the fact that civilians weren’t trained to protect themselves against Assassin attacks. How does one protect from what one doesn’t know exists? This left a sour taste in his mouth. No, he told himself. The Assassins would take care of this.

His mood brightened significantly when Gerard wearing his brown coat, single cuff, axe across his back, appeared at the end of the bridge. He hadn’t meant to join them, but Arno was glad he’d been able to. “Monsieur, I’m afraid only friends on this bridge.” Arno joked and headed over to him with one hand extended. 

Gerard returned his joke with an eye roll. Clasping his arm firmly, he pulled Arno into a hug and clapped his back. “Friends with the likes of you? Wouldn’t dream of it.” His laughter was weak and he looked past to the Assassins behind him. 

“Not a social call.” Arno moved out of his line of sight, and Gerard sadly agreed.

“Unfortunately, Arno. Soon, we will see one another, but we must be going.” The two had seen Gerard and headed over. The laugh lines on his face were hidden when he was expressionless. His eyes couldn’t hold for too long, shifting between them. 

The look was one Demetri and Phillip had grown accustomed, and Phillip’s jaw dropped. “Another one? So soon?”

Demetri’s hand tightened on the hilt of his sword. “Tell me we have something, Axeman, because I tire of this game.”

“There was one thing found.” Gerard cast Arno a look. “I’m sorry Arno. I mean no offense.” Arno raised a brow, and Gerard cleared his throat. Growing formal, professional, Arno was reminded why this man was once his second in command and now the leader of the Frenchmen. “A blue cloth was found in the hand of this victim.” Again, his eyes went to Arno.

Demetri’s disgust colored his tone. “What the hell is this, Axeman. You don’t mean to imply...”

Arno didn’t like the way they were looking at him. Like he was alien. Unknown. “Woah, non, non, non, non. Tell me you’re not thinking I’m responsible.” 

Demetri gripped his hilt and pushed his way between Gerard and Arno. Phillip engaged his hidden blade and stood in a similar manner. “Axeman.” It took all his restraint to keep to their codenames and not call Gerard an imbecile. “What joke is this?”

Huffing a look between his two friends, Gerard put his hands up in peace but cast worried looks. “I know Arno is not to blame for this. I’m only stating the information that’s arisen. Peace, Greencoat. Ghost.” The two looked at each other, but wouldn’t lower their weapons. Arno couldn’t blame them. Leaving behind a blue cloth? There had to be thousands of blue outfits in Paris, but his was the most notable. Even if his friends didn’t think he was the killer, the Brotherhood might. An Assassin-like killing? An Assassin who was kicked out of the Brotherhood? Why again had he not retired to Nice?

“Drop your weapons. Axeman means no harm.” Arno voiced. His friends looked over their shoulders, and he nodded. They looked at one another and lowered their weapons, but the tension remained. A spark could ignite them.

“I meant no offense, Arno.” Gerard repeated, his eyes pleading his friend to understand. “I know you’re not to blame, but I can’t ignore this. Neither can the Masters. Since you’re not the killer, and we all know you’re not,” he assured the other two, “it appears someone is trying to frame you.”

“None taken, I swear.” Arno assured him. “Though why do you think that?”

Now, Gerard’s grin returned. Beaming with the ghost of pride. “Don’t you think people noticed your part in the Revolution? Don’t you think your deeds might have angered someone?”

Arno frowned. This was why the Brotherhood was a bad idea, he reprimanded himself. Shaking his head, he palmed his face and ran a hand through his hair. “All of us helped. All of us.” His eyes landed on them each in turn. “That still doesn’t explain why me.”

All Gerard could offer was a shrug. “We can ask the Masters to grant you admittance in the Bureau. For the time being, of course. Until this matter sorts out. Keeps you in their sights so they know your innocence, and protects you if this killer has more sinister motives.”

“I think that’s a good idea.” Phillip nodded, “Stay with us. We can protect you.”

“I understand the good intentions you all have for my well-being, but I fear those in the Brotherhood would not be so kind.” No one spoke. He was right. Attempting to ease the mood, Arno held his head high. “Anyways, I won’t be kept prisoner in that stone fortress. Find me at the Cafe. In the meantime, I know this killer will meet his end with you. Bonne soiree. ” Arno turned on his heel, leaving the ghosts of those who felt wronged by him behind. This was not how this day was supposed to go.

[stilesderekscottissacandme]

Ice Pick

So, while I was being attacked by Issac, Allison and Scott were at Issac's house and Allison locked Scott in the freezer because of the full moon. Well, from what Allison told me there was some kind of "reptile man thing with a tail" that tried to attack Allison, but Scott broke out from the freezer and scared the "reptile man thing with a tail" off.. Now we are trying to figure out exactly what the hell we are dealing with. But school doesn't care if there are reptile man things running around town attacking people, so we are all in gym class right now. And let me tell you, Beacon Hills gym class has us do the most outrageous things. Like today, for example, today we are  doing competitive rock climbing on one of those fake rock walls.

Scott and Allison went first. They talked and Allison was a head of Scott for about 2 maybe 3 minutes, then Scott used his super speed and shit and got past her while she was busy climbing. He laughed at the look on her face when she noticed he was farther than her. I  couldn't help but laugh with the rest of  the class when Allison kicked Scott's foot. Scott fell, the rope thing that was tide to his waist made him stopped like 2 inches before he hit the ground.

"McCall, I don't know why, but your pain gives me a special kind of joy. Right? All right, next two. Blackridge, Erica, let's go. The wall." Coach laughed. I tied the required stuff around myself and set off climbing the wall, Erica was a little bit slower with it. When she was halfway to where I was she almost fell. I glanced back down at her and she looked like she might be sick. She was on the verge of tears.

"Oh, please –" She cried as she latched onto the wall. She wasn't looking too good. From the expression on her face and her breathing, I could tell she was having some kind of an anxiety attack. The class surrounded the bottom of the wall and watched as Erica tried not to cry.

"Erica. Dizzy? Is it vertigo?" Coach asked, I rolled my eyes at how dumb that question was, and was about to correct him when Lydia did.

"Vertigo's a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear. She's just freaking out." Lydia said. I looked down at Erica and saw that she was losing color in her face, so I jumped back down to her.

"Are you okay, Erica." I asked. She looked over at me with panic in her eyes and I couldn't help but place a and on her shoulder in hopes it would soothe her...But it didn't...

"I'm fine." She lied, her voice cracking.

"Coach, maybe it's not safe. You know she's epileptic." Allison called from under us. It all made sense now, that's why she was scared to be off the ground.. That's why she was panicking..

"Why doesn't anybody tell me this stuff? I have to get - Erica, y - you're fine. Just - Just kick off from the wall. Th - There's a mat to catch you. Come on. See, you're fine. You're on the ground. You're all right. Let's go. Shake it off. You're fine." Coach said, to make Erica feel better about having to get off the wall, I followed her down. I might not be a guardian with healing powers but I still empathize with people, more than I did before Scott got bitten.

"Listen up. Anybody sees Isaac Lahey, you immediately tell the principal. Get a teacher, or you call me. Except for you, Greenberg. Don't call me for anything. I'm not kidding. Don't call me. You shouldn't even have my number." Coach said. His undying hatred for Greenberg  was very amusing.

"Isaac?" I asked, lifting a hand up to the bruised eye. It still hurt like a bitch.

"It's Derek's problem now." Stiles said as we walked to our lockers.

*Time skip*

"What do you mean tonight's not a good idea?" Stiles asked Scott who had just told us that he didn't think going to the skating rink was a good idea with the reptile man thing with a tail, running around town. I still thought that the way Ali had described it was amazing.

"I don't know. That thing that we saw last night, Isaac missing, Allison's grandfather. All this stuff happening with Derek, I just - doesn't feel right." Scott said. I understood where he was coming from, Stiles hadn't seen what Gerard had done to that omega...

"You mean the reptile man thing with a tail?" I asked. I got this feeling in my chest and walked to the bathroom after kissing Stiles. My hands started shaking and I ran out of the bathroom, straight passed the boys, to the gym.

Erica was struggling to keep herself on the wall, she wasn't even strapped up to anything. She was crying as well, I saw her start to twitch and then she let go of the wall. I ran as fast as I could and ended up throwing myself on the ground so that she wouldn't hit it. She landed on my  stomach and was seizing out. I freaked out and saw that everyone else was running to us.

"Put her on her side. Put her on her side." Allison said, and I did. I had my hand on her forehead and let out a frustrated cry when nothing happened. I can't help.. Stiles sat down next to me and pulled my hand away from her face. But my other hand, Erica had grasped onto and was holding it while she violently shook. I didn't mind though..

"How'd you know?" He asked. Tears were forming in my eyes but I forced them back.

"I just felt it." I said as Erica clenched onto my hand. "I can't help anyone anymore Stiles.." I cried. He kissed my hair but didn't say anything. even he knew it was true..

When Scott, Stiles and I went to lunch, Stiles had to go talk to Boyd who was sitting at his table by himself...As usual. I watched as the 2 conversed and it ended with Stiles pulling out $50. He came back to our table and sat down while holding a set of keys.

"Got 'em. Pick you up right after work tonight and we'll meet at the rink, cool?" He said, we nodded but watched as someone walked into the lunch room. At first I didn't recognize her at all. She was wearing a short mock leather skirt that didn't leave much to imagine with a white shirt and a leather jacket. Her heels were leopard print and at least 8 inches, at least. Her hair was wavy and she was wearing bright red lipstick. She looked fucking hot.

"What in the holy hell is that?" I heard Lydia ask as she set her hands onto the table in the over dramatic way that is Lydia Martin.

"It's Erica." Scott and I said at the same time. Every one had turned to watch as Erica knelt beside a boy, her short skirt barely covering her. She grabbed the boys apple and took a single bite from it. Wiping her mouth seductively before walking out with her hips swaying. Scott, Stiles and I jumped up and ran after her, following her out the front doors, to see her get into Derek's car.  The two smiled at us then drove off. Erica was a werewolf... Damn it Derek...Although, this could change her life for the better..

When the 3 o'clock bell rang I went over to Allison's with her and Lydia, so we could, as Lydia said, have some girl time. I honestly really didn't want to go but I mean, I bailed on them last time so I can't really say no. Scott and Stiles were supposed to meet up with us at the Skating rink after Scott got off of work. The ride to Allison's house was slightly tense at first, that is until Lydia started ranting on about how Erica looked like a total skank. I couldn't help but agree, her  outfit may have been a little bit too revealing. Her skirt barely covered her ass, and the outfit she was wearing clung to her showing off her curves. When we got to the house I awkwardly followed the two inside. Everything was so much different now, everyone in the house knew who and what I was..They knew that I was human now, which I assume is why no one tried to kill me.

Allison and Lydia got snacks, a bag of chips and some cookies her mom made, then showed me the way to Allison's room. Lydia sat on the chair and pulled out her phone and started taking selfies. I awkwardly sat on the floor, with my back against the dresser and my legs crossed. Allison said I could sit on the bed but I declined her offer and stayed on the floor. We talked about little shit, and Allison and Lydia got ready for the ice skating rink. I pulled on a purple pair of really thick tights that Allison gave me. I also put on a pink sweat shirt I had in my bag and some green gloves. Allison let me borrow some black boots. After we got dressed and were about to leave Allison's father pulled us outside the door to talk. I was afraid that he was going to bring up me or Scott.

"Headed out?" He asked. I pulled on the sleeve of my jacket..

"Studying. Just studying, dad."  Allison said. I held my breath as if I would let on to where we were really going, if I so much as inhaled.

"I get it. But we need you to remember what happened." Chris said as he gestured to Lydia who was still sitting in the chair.

"You want us to stop being friends with her?" I asked as I looked from Lydia to Allison and back to Chris.

"Actually, we want the opposite. I know how this might sound, but we need you to keep an eye on her." Chris said and I sucked in a breath that could have been categorized as a gasp.  

"You want us to spy on her?" Allison asked, her voice causing me to jump.

"We want you to look out for your friend to make sure everything's okay with her." Chris said, Allison and I turned back to Lydia taking various selfies with her feet in the air. Wow, that girl hasn't changed at all, has she?

"Seems okay to me." I said as I turned to look at Chris. He just nodded and walked away.

When we arrived at the Ice rink, I couldn't help but shiver as we got our skates on. Lydia was sitting next to Stiles and I while Allison and Scott sat over by themselves. They were so unbelievably cute together.

"Could it be any colder in here?" Lydia asked as she shivered. We were the only ones who were in the Ice rink.

"Here." Stiles said as he pulled out an orange hoodie. I couldn't help it when the darkness flared up telling me that he will only love Lydia.

"I'm wearing blue. Orange and blue, not a good combination." Lydia said as she rolled her eyes. I got into my own bag and searched for the navy blue jacket I had packed in my bag just in case.

"But it's the colors of the Mets." Stiles said as Lydia and I both gave him an ' are you serious look'. Then he went back to his bag and pulled out a Reeces cup and handed it to me. I shared it with Lydia.  "Okay, um, maybe orange and blue is not the best. Right, you know, um, sometimes there's other things you wouldn't think would be a good combination end up turning out to be, like, a perfect combination, you know, like two people together - Who nobody ever thought would be together ever." Stiles said as I pulled out the jacket and for a second I believed that he was talking about him and Lydia. He couldn't be, right?  I handed Lydia the jacket and she slid it over her head.

"No, I can see that." Lydia said as she patted down the jacket.

"You can?" I asked in surprise. Was Stiles sitting here flirting with Lydia right in front of me?

"Yeah. They're cute together." Lydia said gesturing to Allison and Scott who were giggling together.

"Oh, I meant me and Alex...But yeah, they're cute too." Stiles said as he wrapped my hand in his own.

"Cute." Lydia said causing me to blush harder than I already was.

"Cute. Adorable. Sexy. Gorgeous." Stiles said whispering the last 2 in my ear causing me to turn and kiss him. Lydia's eyes went big for a second. Then we all walked onto the Ice. I was a little scared at first as I watched Scott and Allison walk up to the ice, they stopped right before getting onto the ice itself.

"Since you never skated before, maybe I should give you a few pointers?" Asked Allison

"Allison. Not that this is news to you or anything, but you remember the werewolf thing? Super speed, strength and reflexes." Scott laughed. Allison and I both rolled out eyes.

"So a little ice skating should be no problem." Allison asked as she walked onto the ice.

"Yeah. See? It's no problem - ugh! Maybe." Scott said as I burst into laughter, as soon as he walked onto the ice he fell. He ended up falling over and over as I skated around the rink with Stiles. I watched Lydia spinning in the air with the thought that if she were to fall, I wouldn't be able to help. We passed Allison and Scott a few more times before Scott fell and hit his head for the first time. I skated over to see if he was okay.

"I think I'm getting the hang of it!" Scott said as he tried to pull himself up.

"You look like you hit your head that time." I said.

"What's that, coach?" Scott asked and I started laughing again.

"You definitely hit your head." Allison laughed. I started skating again as Allison and Scott went to go do whatever.

As I passed Stiles again I noticed a look of confusion on Lydia's face. She had bent down and was holding something in her hand. I skated over to her and looked to see what it was she was looking at..The only problem was, there was nothing in her hand. Stiles had gone to use the bathroom as I had skated over to Lydia.

"Lydia?" I asked. She just held up a finger to her lips. She began skating very slowly, as if following something.  Then she dropped to the ground and started moving the frost that was on the ice. Before I knew what was going on Lydia was on the ground screaming. I wrapped my arms around her as Scott, Allison, and Stiles ran over to us. I looked up and they stared at the 2 of us in pure confusion.

*Time Skip*

Scott and I stood behind Erica as she was standing at her locker. We needed answers, that only someone in Derek's circle could provide. Erica turned around to look at us with a big smile on her face.

"Two's not enough for Derek. I know he needs at least three. So who's next?"  Scott said.

"Why does there have to be a next when we've already got you two, well, you Scott?" Erica said as if she was trying to push me over the edge.

"Who's next?" I growled in a threatening voice.

"You know, I never knew what I looked like during a seizure until someone took a video of me once and put it online?" Erica said, ignoring me.

"I don't care." Scott said in annoyance.

"It happened during class. I started seizing in my desk and everyone was saying how they should put something in my mouth until some genius reads the card on my key ring which tells him not to 'cause it could break my teeth." Erica said, I could see the pain in her eyes, but we needed her to answer the question.

"Erica." I said in a low voice.

"Do you know what happens next? I piss myself. And they start laughing. You know, the only good thing about seizures was thatI never remembered them." Erica said as she walked closer to Scott.  "Until some brilliant jerkoff - had to go and put cameras in everybody's phone." She said as she pinned him against the locker.  "Look at me now, Scott. That's right. You only have eyes for her." She said as we all looked down the hall to see Allison watching with a pain warped expression. Scott grabbed her arms and pulled them off of him, only getting a smile from Erica. The darkness was screaming in my head telling me to hurt her and I wanted to, my hands were clenched so tight my knuckles went white. I was about to bring my fist up when Scott looked at me.

"Alex." He said. "Don't." And that's all I needed for it to stop.

That day at lunch we sat at our usual table, Scott and Stiles and I. Allison and Scott had already talked about what happened with Erica, but because they were still secretly dating they couldn't sit with each other.

"Guys. Do you see that?" I said pointing to the table in front of us.

"What, it's an empty table." Scott said.

"Yeah, but whose empty table?" I asked.

"Boyd." Scott and Stiles said at the same time. We got up and left the lunch room.

"Stiles and I are going to go to the ice - rink, see if he's there. And if he's not at home, you call me, got it?" Scott said looking from me to Stiles I nodded but Stiles had this look on his face as if he weren't sure about it being bad.

"What?" I asked looking at him with big eyes.

"Maybe we should let him. Boyd, you know, man? You said Derek's giving them a choice, right?" Stiles said, confirming my theory.  

"We can't." Scott and I said with out missing a beat

"You gotta admit, Erica looks pretty good. You know, the word "sensational" comes to mind." Stiles said, egging the darkness on.

"Yeah. How good do you think she's gonna look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head?" I snapped.

"All right, all I'm saying is maybe this one isn't totally your responsibility." Stiles said, directing it mainly to Scott.

"They all are. And you know this thing's gonna get out of control. That makes me responsible." Scott said.

"All right, I'm with you. And I also gotta say this new - found heroism is making me very attracted to you." Stiles laughed, I rolled my eyes. I knew they had a little bit of Bromance going on...but come on....

"Shut up." Scott said.

"No, seriously. Do you wanna just try making out for a sec? Just to see how it feels." Stiles said causing my eyes to bulge. "Kidding." Stiles said wrapping an arm around my back.

*Time skip*

When I got to Boyd's house, I knocked on the door a few times. I had dropped Stiles and Scott off at the rink, Stiles refused to let it be the other way around, so I had his jeep.

"Hey, Boyd? Hey, Boyd? It's Alex." I said in between knocks. . "Oh - wow." I jumped.

"What are you doing here, Alex?" Erica said with a menacing tone. Great..

"Uh, nothing, I was just looking for, um –" I lost my train of thought as I remembered all the shit Erica has already done.

"Boyd?" She finished.

"Exactly." I said. "Now, why don't you leave me the fuck alone, Erica. I don't want any problems. So, shoo." I said. Erica stuck a hand around my wrist, pinning me to the wall and the other on my chest.

"You know, I have had the biggest crush on Stiles for a very long time. But he never noticed me, not the way he noticed you. But wait, the only reason he did is because you moved in with his best friend. Was your mommy a crack whore? Did your daddy beat you, Alex? Is that why you had to find new home?" Erica said, causing my heart rate to rise and my body to shake in anger. she smiled at the sound of my racing heart.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, Erica? Just because you were stupid enough to take the bite, doesn't mean that you are better than anyone. Now you are just a slut with claws." I said as I tried to even my breathing. Don't try to breathe, Alex. Attack her.

"I know that you think about it, Alex. I can literally smell the jealousy on you. You want it, don't you?" She asked. I didn't answer, only looked away. "You so do. How do you think Scott and Stiles would feel if I told them that they're perfect little.." She stopped mid sentence and sniffed the air. I knew what she smelled, it was my blood, she had re-opened my cuts. She moved her hand on my chest and used it to roll up my sleeve. I clenched my eyes shut and tried pushing her off of me. She backed off a little bit. Allowing me to roll it back down. When I looked up at her I could see pain  and remorse on her face.

"Alex..I.." Then her face changed. "I didn't know you were so weak." She smiled. I knew that she was faking it. I could tell. But it didn't stop the darkness from taking control for a split second. I clinched my hand and brought it against her perfect face. She looked amused as she grabbed me by the throat and lifted me into the air.

"Erica, stop.." I said between breaths. This only resulted in her grip tightening. I felt a drop of blood run down my wrist. "Erica..I need to go find Scott...Please..." I said with tears falling down my face.

" You see, you are nothing compared to me. You are weak. You aren't anything but the broken shell of potential." She said as she set me onto the ground. When I got back up I had tears running down my face and before I knew what happened I felt pain on the side of my head and was pulled into the numbing feeling of unconsciousness.

I was awaken by Stiles, we were in his jeep and I asked where we were going. He said to Deaton's because Derek and Scott had gotten into a fight. Scott was apparently cut up pretty badly. I told Stiles about what happened with Erica and he didn't say anything, just kissed me on the forehead. I only left out the part about the cuts..