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The year is 1757 and Fiona Jackson has been invited to a ball at the Way manor just a few miles from her small village

She’s an average woman. But she was pretty, really pretty.

Men asked her daily to get married and have their babies, it was common then.

She had to turn them down though, she didn’t really fancy the idea of marrying a man she didn’t know–much less have his baby.

She had a type anyways…she had heard tales and stories about beings such as vampires and such. She’d always found the idea attractive–a human and a vampire.

She could never tell though–she’d be burned like a witch if she mentioned a vampire around the village, no matter how beautiful she was–the village took lies seriously.

So, now she was in her small home which was a little ways from the village. It was a small place with a little pasture with horses and a small garden on the other side.

“Fiona? Are you almost ready for the ball?”

It was Fiona’s father, Charlie. He was a blacksmith, and often took special orders from the people who lived near. It didn’t pay much, but it got them by.

Fiona looks over her shoulder in the mirror. “Mhm,” she hums in response as she styles her hair.

Her brown hair was styled perfectly. The cluster of curls are pinned in the back with some locks loose for a sort of messy look that still looked neat, and a few framing curls for her face

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She dusted some blush on her cheeks and carefully swiped some homemade black paste to line her eyes, which made them look sharper. She then finished the look by applying some tinted balm on her lips which made them a shade darker but not overly red.

“Can you have mother help me with the tying of my dress?” Fiona carefully applied the lip balm to her full lips.

Charlie nods and leaves her room. Just a few moments later Fiona’s mother, Anne, comes with a dress folded neatly in her arms.

“You’re going to look so beautiful tonight. I do hope you get to meet one of those men. I know of the Way brothers…and there’s two others, correct? I read it in the papers a while ago.” Anne lays the dress on Fiona's bed.

“I hope so…perhaps one of them will finally be..” Fiona trails off as she thinks.

Anne smiles softly. “Well come on, darling. You should arrive early. I heard they're very serious about being on time.”

-

Fiona arrives at the Way Manor on horseback. Her dress was made by her mother. It was a nice deep burgundy colour with tiny patterns stitched on the hem. The sleeves were slightly puffed with silver patterns and her shoes matched–black with silver designs…not that you could see them but it was a nice touch.

Fiona tied her horse off and slowly made her way inside.

The Way Manor was unlike anything she’d ever seen. It was sat on a hill far from Fiona's village. It’s made of dark stone that was covered with vines, making it look older than it already was. It had tall windows with stained windows and many sculptures of different animals perched on corners of the stone and in the big yard of the Manor.

Fiona followed the line of people entering the manor, each getting greeted by a man at the big oak door.

She peered over the shoulders of people but couldn’t see the man, but he had a nice voice…

He thanked each guest and recorded their names in a thick, leather-bound book, repeating the process with every arrival.

But as he got to Fiona he stuttered a little. He was kind of short, with longish black hair and pretty green eyes. His tailcoat was white with silver accents, and he wore shiny black shoes to match.

He smiled and held out his hand. “My, you are gorgeous…” He grins wider as Fiona gently takes his hand. “Let me personally escort you inside, there’s nobody else anyways.”

Fiona glances behind herself and sees that there is, in fact, nobody behind her.

“That sounds lovely, Mister…?” she trails off. Frank chuckles softly. “Iero. Frank Iero, sweetheart. And you?”

Fiona feels her face go warm as his hand slips from hers and onto her lower back as they follow the music that’s playing in the distance. His hand was cold, and large despite his height.

The inside of the manor was even better than the outside. There were paintings and portraits, expensive decorations, vases of flowers…

It was dark, lit only by candles–but they didn’t help much as the walls were a black and deep purple.

“Here we are,” Frank says as he and Fiona step into the ballroom. It’s filled already and it only started a few moments ago.

The room was filled with chatter, it was lit by hundreds of lanterns and candles, velvet and silk drapes around the windows, which moonlight was filtering through, a table of food, and a big, expensive chandelier.

“Goodness…” Fiona breathed, taking in the gothic place.

Frank smirks a little. “It is quite beautiful, as you are.” he says, sliding his hand up her back slowly to her shoulder. Fiona looks at him with a chuckle. “Are you flirting, sir?”

Frank shrugs. “Do you mind?”

Fiona just shakes her head. “Why would I mind if a handsome man such as yourself flirted with me?” she flirts back.

Frank just smiled. “This is where I leave you, beautiful. I’m sure I will see you later tonight.” And with that, he disappears into the crowd.

Fiona sighs softly and looks around the ballroom. There were some loners by the buffet table…surely she could talk to one of them?

But before she could go socialize, there’s a hand on her shoulder.

“Pardon me, miss?” It was a man.

Fiona turned with a soft smile. “Yes?”

She looked the man over. He was very handsome, and definitely taller than the last man she’d met–Frank. He wore a sleek black velvet suit that had blue accents. He had a high collar unlike Frank’s, puffed shoulders, and wore glasses that suited him very well. His hair was a lighter brown, and styled in spikes that only he could pull off.

Fiona felt her breath disappear. Holy hell this man was beautiful...

“I’m sorry if I’m a bother but…I couldn’t help but notice you across the room when you entered with Frank.” He smiled.

Fiona shakes her head slightly. “Not a bother at all, I…I only just arrived, but you knew that already.” She chuckles awkwardly, stumbling over her words in front of the man.

The man smiles charmingly and moves his hand in front of him. “I’m Mikey Way,”

Fiona’s jaw goes slightly slack. Way? As in…one of the Way brothers? “Oh…I’m-I’m Fiona.” She takes his hand and shakes it gently.

“A very pretty name,” he nods approvingly, pulling his hand back. “Shall we dance?” he asks, holding his arm for her to take.

“With me? Are you sure you don’t want to dance with someone more…suitable for you?” Fiona asks, looking around the room at women who were obviously wealthier than herself. “I mean, I’d love to dance but I’m not sure I–”

Mikey cuts Fiona off by holding up his hand. “Shush, m’lady. I asked you to dance, not those rich snobs.”

Fiona cocks a brow at his choice of words. “Well…that is true.”

Just then, a piano note is heard and the room goes dark for just a moment, as if all of the candles had been blown out…except for the ones illuminating the piano where a man now sits.

Fiona turns to look. “Who’s that?” she asks Mikey, who chuckles softly. “My brother, Gerard…”

The piano man was tall, his black hair slicked back. He begins to play a beautiful melody, his long fingers flying gracefully across the keys. He wore a cloak with a high collar, black velvet on the outside and lined with rich red velvet on the inside. His tailcoat suit was black velvet too, with red silk designs. He was very pale, but his eyes were a nice green color that really complimented him.

“He’s gorgeous,” Fiona accidentally says aloud, quickly realizing her mistake. “I mean…” she glances at Mikey awkwardly, but he’s just amused. “He’s always been fashionable,”

When Gerard’s finished and plays the last note, he stands and raises his goblet. “Welcome everyone, to the annual ball,” he starts loudly, waiting for the applause to die down before continuing. “As you all know, this ball has been a tradition for generations of Ways,” his eyes sweep the room before saying. “I’ve no speech planned, as I’m sure nobody wishes to hear my voice any longer. You came for fun, and fun you shall have,” Gerard smiles and takes a long sip of his goblet, then the candles brighten again.

Fiona seemed to be the only one to notice the candles but right now she was focused on the man dressed in red coming her way, a charming smile on his pink lips.

“Now, here’s a pretty one, Mike,” he says upon reaching them, slipping his arm around Fiona's shoulder gently.

Fiona giggles. “You just get right to the point, don’t you?’ she teases.

Gerard’s smile turns to a smirk. “And she’s got an attitude–mind if I steal her for the night? I’d like to have a pretty girl on my arm for once,”

And with that, Fiona is whisked away.

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“So, Miss Fiona Jackson, what is it you do for a living? Do you have a husband? Are you one of those women who works?”

They were dancing slowly on the dance floor, as were many others.

Fiona seems surprised at Gerard's question. “Well…I own a little farm a few miles from the village. I work with horses.” she says simply. Gerard hums in response. “Interesting. We have many horses here at the manor…I’d like to show them to you sometime.”

She smiles. “I’d like that.”

He squeezes her waist a little tighter. “Can I admit something?” he asks suddenly.

Fiona raises her brows in surprise. “I suppose if you feel the need.”

“I would like to…I would like for you to stay after the ball. We can have dinner in the great hall. Frank will no doubt be in his quarters as he always is after balls. He’s not very social, you see. Mikey will be…doing Mikey stuff. And Ray will be in the library. We’d be alone, Miss.”

Fiona pursed her lips in thought. She did like the idea of Gerard wanting alone time with her, but he was a stranger. She didn’t know him, he didn’t know her…

“Ray? I don’t believe I’ve met him, yet.” Fiona changed the subject easily.

Gerard nods. “Well, he’s the same as Frank, just happier.” he jokes.

Fiona giggles. “I see. Can I think about your offer? I think I’d like to get to know you a little more before spending the rest of the night alone with you…I hope that’s understandable…” she was suddenly nervous he’d get angry and kick her out, or be offended.

Gerard chuckles. “Perfect. You’re smart too. I was hoping you’d say that. You’ve no idea how many girls agree right away.” He spins Fiona out and then into his chest, his arms around her.

Fiona grins, glancing at his lips as he pulls her close. “Well, I grew up in a bad place, I know not to trust people. Especially these days…”

Gerard and Fiona continue dancing until she's spun off into the arms of another man.

“Hello beautiful.” Frank smiles as he wraps an arm around her slim waist, cold hand holding her warm one.

Fiona smiles. “Frank,”

“How was your meeting with Gerard and Mikey? I know they can be a bit much…Gerard especially. He’s always been sort of rude.”

Fiona furrowed her brows. “Rude? He was quite lovely actually…not a bit of rudeness in him.” she says in confusion.

Frank hums in thought. “Odd.”

The dance is silent, but comfortable as they dance and spin.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” Frank asks, his lips by her ear. Fiona grins. “Only a few times.” She tilts her head towards him.

Frank just chuckles.

And soon she’s spun off to another man, and another, and another. She felt dizzy, and breathless, and her ego was a bit inflated as man after man complimented her. The room was getting warmer, people were getting drunker, which meant it was noisier.

Finally it’s her last dance—Mikey. He looked handsome with his hair slightly mussed, and Fiona could see a little bit of red lipstick on his cheek where a woman had kissed him after their dance, but he’d wiped it.

His tie was loose, and his shirt was unbuttoned a few to show skin, and he had taken after Gerard and pulled on a velvet cloak, only his was dark blue to match his suit.

“Gerard stole my dance with you earlier. I only thought it’d be fit if I was your last dance.” Mikey says, his hand on her waist, the other holding hers.

Fiona grins. “I suppose that makes sense, Mr. Way.”

Mikey glances over her shoulder at the exit door. “Would you…want to go outside with me? Take a little walk and get out of this stuffy ballroom?” He looks down at her.

She thinks for a second. On one hand, she’d love to be alone with the handsome man, and she really did like moonlight walks. But on the other hand, Mikey was a total stranger, and though Fiona hasn’t had any bad vibes, she didn’t feel comfortable being alone at night in a totally unfamiliar place.

But still, she smiled and nodded. “That sounds lovely.”

The night air was cold, but Fiona welcomed it as she had started to become hot.

They walk silently for a moment before Mikey speaks up. “Gerard tells me you’re staying after the ball for dinner,”

Fiona looks at him, her arm looped with his. “I told him I wasn’t sure yet…but I might as well, seeing as it’s already late.”

He nods silently. “Perhaps I’ll join the two of you. If you’re comfortable with it, of course. I’ve no clue what Gerard’s intentions are but…he can get a bit wild after a few drinks. Especially when the girl is as pretty as you are.”

Fiona feels her face warm. “You think I’m pretty?” she jokes.

He stops and turns to her. “Of course, have you seen yourself? You’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. And believe me, I’ve seen many.”

Fiona raises a brow. “Many, huh? Is that why you’ve got lipstick on your cheek?” she teases, reaching up to cup his cheek and smear the faint lipstick on his skin.

Mikey smirks and gently grabs her wrist. “No…one girl had one too many drinks. We sent her home.”

They stand like that for a moment before Mikey slowly drops his hand. “So…”

Fiona clears her throat and moves her hand from his cheek to his shoulder. “You talk of my beauty but have you seen yourself? You’re the gorgeous one here, Mr. Way.” She giggles.

“Call me Mikey. Mr Way sounds too…proper, for a girl like you.”

They continue walking, chatting about whatever comes to mind, making comments on things around the Manor.

They stopped at the pasture, where horses of many colors were grazing.

“They’re gorgeous,” Fiona smiles, leaning against the fence.

“Gerard has a big love for animals. Horses especially.” Mikey says, light from the moon hitting his face perfectly, making him look sharper.

“We have that in common then, I’ve got a few horses myself.” Fiona watches as the horses play around, kicking and trotting.

Mikey clicked his tongue. “Seems like you and Gerard would be a good match, eh? He seems to like you anyways…and he complimented you earlier, danced with you. I bet you noticed he didn’t dance with anyone else tonight?”

Fiona furrowed her brows. “Really? He didn’t?”

He shakes his head. “No, he’s weird about people, usually. But you’re…I’m not sure but, he seems to like you for whatever reason. And don’t think it’s because of your looks. You’ve definitely got them, but Gerard has seen many pretty women, but he easily brushes them off.”

He looks at her, standing straighter. “I say, you dine with him tonight. He’s very kind when you get to know him.”

Fiona chuckles. “You’re the second person to imply that Gerard is some…mean guy. He was very sweet to me,”

Mikey cocks a brow. “Odd.”

Fiona just shakes her head. That’s what Frank said…

“Well then, I guess I shall dine with Gerard tonight…though I hope you join us.”

“I shall,”

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The ball has ended, Fiona and Mikey have been out for about an hour now.

Gerard stands in the now empty ballroom with Frank and Ray, watching as servants clean up.

“Where’s my brother?” Gerard asks, sipping his goblet of wine.

Frank and Ray share a look, then Frank steps forward. “Uhm…well, he and Fiona left about an hour ago…they went outside during the dance.”

They see Gerard's jaw tick. “An hour…?”

Ray nods. “Yeah…”

Gerard sets down his goblet and calls over the butler. “Go find Mikey, and if he has a woman with him, bring her too.”

The man nods and heads off, walking quickly to the exit.

Gerard sighs. “I don’t think Ray’s had the pleasure of meeting Fiona yet, have you?”

Ray shakes his head. “No, but I saw you three dancing with her, she’s very pretty. and –”

Ray’s cut off as the door opens. “Found them, sir. They were with the horses.” Behind the man was Fiona and Mikey, both smiling slightly.

Gerard smiles. “Fi…I assume you accept my invitation to dinner?” he asks softly, walking to the pair.

Fiona nods. “Mikey’s joining us as well.”

Gerard looks at Mikey, his smile faltering. “Of course, why not?” He chuckles, placing his hand on Fiona’s back and leading her out of the ballroom.

Mikey follows behind but stays back, just listening.

“So, Fi…” Gerard starts, leading her down the candlelit hall of the manor. “You had fun with Mikey, I hope?” Fiona could tell he was annoyed. But why?

“Uhm, yeah I did. We talked for a while. Your horses are beautiful, Gerard.” She smiles.

Gerard hums. “They are. And one of a kind, too. I got them from the best breeder around,” he says proudly.

They reach the great hall at last. “I had the chefs make a nice big assortment for us.” Gerard sits down at a wooden chair with red accents. Did everything they own match? Fiona couldn’t lie–seeing Gerard in that suit, his black hair slicked back with a piece framing his face, pale and smiling…she thought it was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen.

“Sit with me, beautiful.” Gerard says, motioning to a chair on the right of him. Mikey sat in the chair to the left of Gerard, which, unsurprisingly, had blue accents.

The great hall was very large. It was lit by torches hung on the stone walls. There was a long wooden table that sat in the middle of the room with many chairs. It was silent except for the crackling of the fire and the click of Fiona's heels and the men’s boots on the concrete floor. It smelt like roasted meat and something else that Fiona couldn’t put her finger on–something sweet. There were silver dishes set for five chairs. Gerard must’ve told the servants they were having a guest…

There was a chair painted white with silver details, and another next to Mikey that was deep purple with gold accents.

Fiona had an idea that that must be Ray’s chair. She’d only gotten a glimpse of him earlier but he was gone when she went for a second look.

He was handsome too. He had blonde curly hair, he was tall and had soft muscles. He wasn’t slim like Mikey was, but had a sort of average build like Frank or Gerard.

Fiona took a seat in Frank’s chair as Gerard ordered. “It smells lovely.”

They eat and talk for a while until the sound of footsteps approaching the great hall echo through the room. Frank and Ray appear, big grins on their faces. “Miss Fiona, i hope it’s not a bother that we join you?” Ray asks, taking a seat anyways.

Frank puts his hands on Fiona’s chair, or rather–his chair. “You’re in my seat, gorgeous.”

Fiona looks back at him. “Oh, sorry. Here, I’ll move–”

“No you won’t,” Frank and Gerard say in sync.

“I’ll just sit somewhere else, it’s really no problem.” Frank grins, sitting next to Fiona.

Conversation flows easily. Frank, Ray, and Mikey talk loudly and laugh while Gerard and Fiona talk to each other quietly.

“Fi,” Frank taps her leg. She turns with a raised brow. “Yeah?”

Frank grins. “Try this, gorgeous.”

Frank reaches up and tilts her chin, holding his spoon up, and pressing it to her lips. 

Fiona furrows her brows but takes the bite of whatever it was. It was good, really good actually.

“Mmm.” She chews and swallows. “What is that?”

Frank just smiles, sipping his wine.

Fiona sits up straighter, worry flooding her body. “Frank? What was it?”

“Don’t worry, beautiful. You’ll be fine.” Gerard wipes the corners of his mouth with a napkin and stands, walking to Fiona.

Fiona suddenly feels sick, her vision fading and head spinning. “What was that…?” she chokes out, feeling her body start to tingle as she begins to pass out.

Mikey begins to laugh, and that’s all Fiona hears as she slowly grows unconscious, going limp in her chair.

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Fiona awakes with a start.

She’s in a bed, a comfy one but not hers…

She quickly stands, clutching her head as she gets lightheaded. Her hair is down, no longer pinned up…just long and curly.

She feels her breathing get heavier as panic sets in. She rushes to the door leading to something–a balcony?

She opens the door, her heart dropping down to her feet as she stares at the ground. She’s high up…very high. The horses that seemed so big last night now look like tiny ants.

“Shit.” she breathes out, her legs shaking with fear as she backs to the door again.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

Fiona spins around as her back hits someone’s chest. Mikey.

“Get the hell away from me!” She screams, backing up against the railing of the balcony.

Mikey chuckles. “Careful, Fi…that railing isn't the sturdier thing ever. This is an old place.”

Fiona keeps her eyes narrowed but steps away from the railing, keeping her distance from him. “What did you do to me?” she asks shakily.

“We only put you to sleep, Fi. We didn’t…if that’s what you’re thinking. We’re not like that, honest.” Mikey takes a step forward.

Fiona scoffs. “Not like that?! You knocked me unconscious for what? For no reason according to you!”

“She’s awake?” A voice behind Mikey echoes.

Mikey turns and nods. “Yeah, I’ll leave you be.” Mikey smiles at Fiona before leaving her and Gerard alone.

“What do you want?” Fiona asks, gulping thickly as Gerard walks close to her. “I want you to come inside, beautiful. You’ll freeze to death.” he murmurs.

Fiona clenches her jaw as he grabs her arm and gently pulls her inside, the warm room very comforting and definitely welcome.

Gerard leans against the wall as Fiona stands across the room, arms around herself protectively, eyes wide and breathing heavy. “Come on, Fiona. Don’t be like that. I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice was soft, despite looking so scary and pale.

Fiona scoffs. “Not going to hurt me? You fed me whatever that stuff was and knocked me out! How am I supposed to trust you?!” She screams in his face.

Gerard furrows his brows. “Let me explain, Fiona.”

Fiona stares at him for a long second before huffing. “Fine, explain away why you poisoned me. Though, I’m sure you have a completely innocent reason…” She says sarcastically, slowly sitting on the bed which had many furs laid upon it with feather pillows. 

Gerard sat with her, gently grabbing her hands. “First, there’s something you need to understand.” he starts gently. Fiona furrows her brows. “What?”

“We’re not…of the same nature, Fiona. You’re a human and I’m…” Gerard struggles to say it but his eyes stare deeply into hers.

“You’re a what?” She encourages, squeezing his hands gently.

Gerard stares at her for a few seconds, clearly struggling to say it.

His jaw tightened, eyes darting to the floor then back to her brown ones. “A vampire. All four of us are.” he finally blurts out.

Fiona’s jaw drops. “Vampire?” She pulls her hands back and stands up. “Oh my god,” she gasps, her heart beginning to beat rapidly. “That’s why I’m here, you’re going to kill me…or feed off me.” She panics, pacing back and forth while playing with her hair–a nervous habit.

Gerard’s eyes widened. ‘What? No! Fiona, no. not at all.” He stands and looks at her seriously. “We heard of a threat that…other vampires were around and…since you stayed after the ball for dinner, well…we had to make sure you weren’t anywhere near them when they passed, so Frank fed you something to make you pass out. We were just trying to keep you safe,”

Fiona looks at him for a long moment, then finally relaxes her muscles. “I’ll believe you for now but…but I heard laughing. Mikey, why was he laughing? It’s all I heard while I drifted unconscious. It’s like he was…laughing at me…”

Gerard rolls his eyes. “Mikey’s an idiot. He’s smart but he’s an idiot. Truly.”

Fiona suddenly feels sick. A vampire….a VAMPIRE?

“So…you kill people? Feed off them?” Fiona asks softly in a shaky voice, keeping her distance.

“Yes, but they don’t die, Fiona. We do not kill, Fiona. We take only what we need… then we send them home, unharmed.”

She wasn’t sure if she should believe him, how could she?!

She looks down at her arm, looking for marks. “Did you…?”

Gerard shakes his head quickly. “No! No, we didn't take your blood. I told you already we just wanted you to be safe.” He walks to her slowly, putting a gentle, cold hand on her shoulder.

“I promise,” he says softly.

Fiona looks at the floor and then up at him, feeling her breath hitch. “So…so you’re not going to take my blood.”

Gerard shakes his head. “Not unless you wished it.” He chuckles, squeezing her shoulder briefly.

Fiona looks away from him. The thought of him being so close to her, lips on her neck, hands on her body…it was all very attractive, and maybe even the thought of him biting her skin–but she wasn’t going to let him, she knew better than that.

He looks down at her neck. The smooth delicate skin was so tempting…

Gerard inhales deeply and steps away. “I…I’ll call someone in to help you dress…then you’ll be on your way home.” He smoothes his already slicked back hair and smiles briefly at her before leaving the room quickly, cloak swishing behind him.

-

Fiona is ready to go.

She was in a new dress–made of very good fabrics that she’d never imagined she’d wear. It was a green dress with silver detailing. The corset under made her look even slimmer and pushed up her bosom.

“I shouldn’t gossip but…I heard Mr. Way talking about you with Mr Iero…they’re fond of you, Miss Fiona.” The maid said as she styled Fiona’s curly hair into a half up half down style.

Fiona gives her a curious glance. “Gerard or Mikey?”

“Mikey.”

Fiona hums, fidgeting with the soft fabric of her dress. “And…have they ever had wives? I know what they are, and I’m sure you do too.”

The maid sighs. “Yes, I do know what they are. As for your question–I’m not sure. Of course, they’ve had girlfriends but, nobody ever stayed long enough for marriage. They get tired of people easily, you see.”

The maid, pins the last curl up and smooths Fiona’s hair before smiling. “I understand their attraction, Miss Fiona. You are truly a beauty…”

Fiona feels her face warm and turns to smile at the woman. “Thank you.”

She stands and exhales sharply. “Will I see them again before I leave?”

The maid shakes her head. “I don’t think so, Miss…do you wish to?”

Fiona bites her bottom lip, adjusting her gloves,

“No.”

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On the ride home, Fiona’s mind was racing.

A vampire wouldn’t tell a stranger what they are–a smart one wouldn’t anyways…

She bit her lip as she urged her horse a bit faster, wanting to get far quicker.

She thought maybe Gerard was lying. Was he? Why would he lie? What did he get out of endangering himself??

She decided not to think about it much. She’d never see them again, she didn’t want to.

Part of her did. Part of her liked the attention, the pet names, how handsome they were, how charming…

Fiona exhaled sharply and focused on the road instead of the vampires.

But damn were they addictive.

-

It’s been a few weeks now.

Fiona hasn’t seen or thought about the men in the Way manor.

Well, she did think about them, just not as often as she used to.

Right now she was working outside of her home with the horses.

“Fiona? Come inside darling, it’s late!” Fiona’s mother called out from the back door.

Fiona clicks her cheek in annoyance before leading the two horses to the stables. “Cmon, boys.” She sighs.

Tonight Fiona’s parents were going out for their anniversary.

So she’d be alone.

-

It was after midnight when Fiona fell asleep, book in hand, and blankets over her legs.

Unbeknownst to Fiona, a dark figure stood in the doorway to her small room, illuminated by the light hitting its back.

It watched as Fiona shifted in her bed, book falling from her hands.

It moved a step closer, the sound of its breath hitching slightly is heard. 

Slowly, a pale, cold hand reaches through the dark, into the light and toward her, the bedside oil lamp casting shadows on the wall before them.

“Fi…”

She shifted again, long curls falling over her pillows.

Her eyes flutter open and she groans, pushing hair from her face.

As she turns to pick up her book and dim the oil lamp, she sees the outstretched hand and screams.

But the sound is muffled almost immediately as it flies to her mouth, getting gently shoved back onto her back as the figure pins her down gently, one knee on the other side of her hip and the other leg propping himself up.

“Shh,” the figure shushed her softly, leaning more weight onto her moving body.

She kicked and screamed, her hands pushing at his shoulders. “Get off!”

Her hair was in the way so she couldn’t see who it was…but their hands were ice cold…

“Stop screaming!” The figure finally snapped. “You’ll awaken somebody.”

Fiona froze, slowly stopping her movements. She reaches up and pries his hand off of her mouth. “What the hell are you doing here? In my home?!” She seethes.

“I know I shouldn’t be here,” Gerard’s face softens. “I missed you, Fiona. I shouldn’t…I don’t know anything about you but…damn if I don’t miss you like crazy.” He breathes, adjusting so he’s more comfortably on top of her.

Even now, pinned under him, her heart was racing for more than one reason.

Fiona moves to push him off but he grabs her hands again. “Stop, just….just let me speak, Fiona…” he pleads.

He looked guilty. Guilty for breaking in, waking her, and having the nerve to talk to her…

As Fiona slowly stops resisting, he lets go of her hands. “I want to…take you on a date. A proper one. Just us. No Mikey, Frank, or Ray. Us two,” he says sincerely.

Fiona looks at him in disbelief. “Get off of me. Now.”

Gerard frowns and quickly stands, running a hand through his shaggy hair. It wasn’t slicked back like it usually was, but it was handsomely mussed.

“Gerard you can’t break into my home, invite me on a date, and then expect me to accept! I’m not sure how it works in your little vampire mind, but that’s creepy. This whole thing is creepy,”

He purses his lips, looking at his shoes. “I apologise but…please I–I can’t be seen during the day. And I didn’t want to risk anybody seeing me…”

Fiona stands too, “Get out.” she says firmly.

Gerard’s face twists into panic. “Fiona please, I can’t stop thinking about you–”

“Go!”

“I’ve never felt this way about a woman I just met!” Gerard slowly gets to his knees, reaching for her hands.

“Please…I’m not a monster…”

Fiona presses her lips in a tight line before speaking. He looked so desperate, held her hands tight. She sighs softly. Once chance.

Damn her weakness…

“One date, that’s all.”

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One dinner with Gerard at the Manor turned into her staying most nights.

In the past three weeks she’s seen her parents maybe 3 times for a few hours before she left for the Manor again.

They didn’t mind at all. In fact they loved it because Gerard often brought gifts or something of the sort as a way to say, “sorry for stealing your child,”

Fiona was in heaven, she thought.

She’d be pampered with dresses made of silk and bows and lace, her hair was styled by two maids every morning, and she slept in the softest bed with feather pillows and fur blankets.

This morning, Fiona awoke to a knocking on her bedroom door–yes, her bedroom. Gerard let her pick one and decorate it how she wanted. Instead of Gerard though, as she expected since it was him usually saying good morning to her first thing, it was Frank.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” He smiles softly, hands clasped in front of him.

Fiona had barely seen Frank. He’s usually in his room doing…whatever. Or when he goes out it’s at night, at meals, and occasionally to chat with the others. But other than that, Fiona only caught glimpses.

So what was he doing here now? And where was Gerard?

“Good morning, Frank.” She sits up and bed and runs a hand through her hair, trying to tame the curls and frizz somewhat/

“I know we haven’t spoken too much, and yes–I’m well aware you and Gerard are…whatever you are. But,” he pauses, sitting on the edge of her bed next to her feet. “Do you want to spend some time together? Today? We can go anywhere, do anything. I find you very interesting and you’re beautiful, so that’s a plus.” He smiles.

Fiona just stares in shock. “Well, I suppose that’s alright as long as you don’t expect anything, understand?”

Frank nods eagerly, “Of course, Fi. So…I’ll meet you here this afternoon?” He checks.

Fiona nods slowly. “Yeah…uhm, just don’t tell Gerard, okay?”

Frank furrows his brows. “He won’t be mad, he won’t show it anyways. He keeps his feelings to himself most of the time,” Frank says with a chuckle.

Fiona just stares.

Frank sighs. “Okay, okay I won’t tell him.”

-

And then came the afternoon. Fiona had spent most of her day with Gerard and Ray, who were playing music in the grand music room.

Fiona liked watching, liked listening and admiring Ray as he played his baroque guitar in sync with Gerard’s piano.

“It sounds lovely,” Fiona says as they pause for a brief moment to look at Fiona, both secretly hoping she was impressed.

Ray grins. ‘Thank you Miss Fiona.” he was such a gentleman it made Fiona’s heart melt.

Gerard rolls his eyes at the way Fiona is smiling up at Ray.

“I’m thinking of getting a cup of tea, would either of you like some?” Gerard asks, stretching his fingers.

Fiona nods and takes Ray’s hand as he offers it, helping her stand. She giggles a little and squeezes his hand before he lets it go, smirking at him over her shoulder as she follows Gerard into the kitchen. “I’ll see you later, Miss Fiona.” Ray calls out.

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Fiona was dressed in the same dress, though her hair was smoother than it had been. She decided she shouldn’t be so against spending time with the other boys. Why have one when you can have more?

“You look lovely,” Frank said as Fiona opened her bedroom door. He was dressed in a simple suit that was dark purple, and his hair was combed over with a stray strand laying on his forehead.

She smiles, letting him in. “And you look dapper, Frank.”

He stands in the middle of her room watching her move around. “So, did you plan anything?” Fiona asks as she sprays perfume and fixes up her makeup.

“We’re going to the village, Fi. I thought we could walk around, I haven’t been there in ages so I thought it’d be nice to see what the shops are like this time of year.” Frank smiles.

-

The cold air bit at Fiona’s skin as her and Frank rode side by side on horses. She had borrowed a cloak from Mikey. Well–not exactly borrowed, she’d seen it laying in the parlor and remembered the cold weather so…she slipped it on and made her way outside with Frank.

“Aren’t you cold?” Fiona asks, wondering how on earth was Frank just in his suit with no scarf or coat. He wasn’t even wearing boots, just his dress shoes!

Frank looks at her and smirks. “I’m dead, honey. I don’t feel cold.”

Fiona ignored how her face went warm at the pet name and furrowed her brows. “You don’t?” This was news to Fiona, she hadn’t thought about it but it made sense…sort of.

“So you don’t feel anything? Pain? Hot? Cold?” She asks, nudging her horse closer to Frank’s.

He shrugs. “I feel a few things, y’know. I have feelings, I feel pain and pleasure, but that's it really. Why do you think us vampires like sex so much? It’s one of the few things we can feel.”

Fiona scoffs slightly, turning back to the road. It wasn’t polite to discuss such things to women these days, but still Fiona couldn’t help but think about how she’d make him feel those things.

Frank’s smirk widens. “What? I didn’t think you were one of those girls who turned you’re head at such things.”

At this Fiona snaps her head at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Frank’s smirk falters and he straightens in the saddle, glancing at the upcoming village. “Well, you’re not…y’know…so prim and proper all the time. I like it. You’re tempting, and beautiful, and I…” he trails off, not sure if he should continue.

He clears his throat and slows his horse to a stop. “Oh look, perfect timing. We’re here.” He muttered, tying his horse before taking Fiona’s hand as she dismounted.

They walked with their arms hooked to the street. “It’s filthy,” Frank scrunched his nose at the muddy roads and dirty looking people.

“C’mon, let’s get a drink first.” He said, the two of them entering the saloon.

Fiona unhooked her arm from Frank’s and leaned against the counter. “What can I get for ya Miss?” the bartender asked, wiping a glass.

“Two whiskeys,” she says, twirling a curl around her finger absentmindedly.

“Whiskey huh?” Frank gently placed his hand on Fiona’s back, leaning against the counter with her.

Fiona instinctively leaned back into his touch, but neither of them commented on it, Frank’s eyes brightening the only reaction he gave to her.

“Here ya go, sweetheart.” The bartender winks while sliding two shots of whiskey to Fiona.

Fiona giggles and reaches for a coin, but the bartender stops her. “It’s on the house, beautiful.” then walks away.

Fiona takes a shot and smirks at Frank, whose face tilts in realization. “You did that on purpose, giggles and twirling your hair…” he accused, also taking the shot.

“Maybe I did,”

-

It’s been hours, the sun has set and the moon is out.

Frank and Fiona walk out of a little shop, smiling and laughing softly.

“That was a weird place.” Frank looks back over his shoulder at the shop sign hanging overhead. Mindy’s Trinkets.

Fiona nods, stumbling over her dress as they walk. She’s clearly drunk, having had one too many drinks earlier in the saloon. But, she’d never pass up a free drink.

“Careful, gorgeous.” Frank chuckles, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close.

Fiona only grins and leans into him. “Let’s get back to the manor. I think I’ve had enough of the village.” She slurs out.

They find the horses and untie them, Frank stopping Fiona before she dismounts. “Woah woah woah, you’re not serious?”

Fiona scoffs. “O’ve driven under worse conditions.” She waves him off and attempts to mount her horse, but tripping and falling backwards.

Frank is quick to catch her, setting her on her feet. “You’ll ride on my horse, woman.” He says firmly.

Fiona rolls her eyes. “Pssh, you can’t make me, Iero.”

Frank sets his jaw and grabs her by the waist, lifting her onto his horse before mounting. “I’m a vampire, baby. Remember?” he smirks, grabbing Fiona’s horse’s reins and tugging it with him as he urges his own horse forward.

Fiona pouts, grabbing Frank’s hips to steady herself,

“Damn your vampireness,”

-

“There you go, gorgeous.” Frank grunted as he set Fiona on her bed, sitting beside her.

“I’m capable of walking myself, baby.” Fiona mocks the pet name he had given her earlier.

Frank chuckles. “I know, baby. But you really think you can walk up all those staircases while piss drunk? I don’t think so.”

Fiona just whines and shifts, closing her eyes. “I could’ve…”

Frank just rolls his eyes and gently slides her heeled boots off, setting them on the floor beside the bed.

As Frank sits there, Fiona cracks an eye open, grinning slightly.

“What?” Frank chuckles, flushing a little under her gaze, like he always did.

“You look really handsome, did I tell you that?” She says drunkenly, not thinking clearly.

Frank looks away briefly. “Uh, no you didn’t…but thank you, Fiona.” He felt his dead heart skip a beat, cold skin tinting red.

Fiona sits up, eyes glazed over as she gets on all fours, crawling a little closer to him. “I mean like, really handsome.” she says softly.

Frank inhales sharply, her perfume filling his nose and her close proximity making him nervous.

What had gotten into her all of the sudden? He thought to himself.

Frank didn’t protest as she leaned in, hand cupping his cheek. She was drunk, but damn did she look good.

No, Frank! You idiot! She’s just drunk and…emotional…

Frank gulps. “Baby, you’re wasted.” He breathes, but his hand goes to her hip over her dress.

Fiona grins, the tip of her nose touching his. “Well I—”

“What the hell is going on?” It was Ray at the door. He’d come in to check on Fiona after her time with Frank. He was the only one that knew the two of them were hanging out.

Frank stands so quick it was like a blur, causing Fiona to fall back and pout.

“Nothing, Ray! I was just–just helping Fiona to bed she’s…she’s wasted.” Frank immediately regrets his words, would Ray think he’s a creep?!

Ray shakes his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe you two! How can you keep this a secret?” he asks.

“This? This is nothing, Ray! Fiona’s just drunk…I am a little but…I wasn’t going to let her do anything, honest.” Frank states.

Ray looks from Frank to Fiona, who’s now passed out under her fur blankets. “You’re lucky I’m nice, Iero. Or else I’d tell Gee.”

Frank exhales. “Thank you, I….I owe you one, seriously.”

“Yeah, big time.”

-

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Ray has been a little distant to Fiona lately.

She wasn’t sure why— was he really that angry with her about (almost) drunkenly kissing Frank? Surely he couldn’t be, why would he be?

Right now she’s with Mikey in his bedroom. They’ve been really close lately. Mikey always goes out of his way to compliment her, talk to her, even charm and flirt with her. It was obvious to Fiona he had feelings for her.

Mikey’s laid back on his bed while Fiona sits cross-legged by his knees, the two of them chatting about anything they can think of.

The room was dimly lit by a single candle on his nightstand, the curtains drawn to block out moonlight. Mikey’s bed was similar to Fiona’s. Large with fur blankets and feather pillows, only his bed stood taller than hers, which Fiona liked. 

“I can’t believe you’re not married, Fi.” Mikey says suddenly, sitting up his elbows, looking up at her through his glasses.

Fiona flushes. “Well, I once loved a man…we just never got to the point of marriage,” she says softly, sadly.

Mikey furrows his eyebrows. “Why not?”

Fiona bit her lip before answering. “He passed away.”

Mikey’s expression softens and he sits up. “I’m sorry to hear that.” he gently places a hand on her shoulder, his tone soft and sincere.

Fiona chuckles. “It’s okay. I’ve gotten over it over the years.” She says, watching as Mikey squeezes her shoulder before letting his hand fall as he leans back on his elbows again.

“If you ever want to talk, I’m here, beautiful.” He shifts, getting comfortable.

Fiona smiles. “Same for you, Mike.”

-

At dinner, Fiona was surprised to see Frank sat at the table. Usually he was in his room.

He turned as he sipped wine from a goblet. “Hey, baby.” He smirks, standing and pulling out her chair, which was set next to Gerard’s.

Gerard had the chairs switched so Fiona was on his left, Ray and Mikey on his right.

“Hey…you’re actually eating dinner?” She teased, taking her seat.

Frank shrugs. “Can’t I spend time with my family?” He teased back, pouring wine in a goblet for her.

“That depends–are you planning on poisoning me again?”

Frank purses his lips. “I guess you’ll find out.”

Fiona knew he was joking but still his comment made her uneasy.

They waited a while until finally Gerard, Mikey, and Ray joined the table, cocking a brow at Frank and Fiona who were laughing and talking loudly. How are they already drunk?

“Good evening,” Gerard says loudly to catch their attention, eyeing Fiona as he takes his seat.

Fiona and Frank quieted down, adjusting in their chairs to look casual. Gerard clenched his jaw, a deadly shine in his eye as he looks at Frank, who doesn't notice.

“Good evening, Gee.” Fiona smiles softly, running a finger through her loose hair. It wasn’t styled today, just down in her natural curls.

Gerard's frustration melted at the sight of her looking so sweet, so he smiled sheepishly and smoothed back his hair, clearing his throat to distract himself.

Dinner went on quite silently. That’s how they enjoyed it, silent and peaceful.

But Fiona quickly learned that Frank wasn’t there to eat with them. In fact, he’d taken one bite of his food and drank the rest of the time.

At some point, his hand brushed against her knee, which caused her to flinch slightly but she played it off. “It’s cold in here.” She chuckled awkwardly when the boys looked at her weirdly.

Fiona glanced sideways at Frank, who’s smirking against the rim of his goblet.

He decided to get bold and fully grab her knee, his fingertips digging into the material of her dress. Fiona tensed, but didn’t push him away. What's gotten into him all of the sudden?

His touch made her stomach twist in a way that felt good, shocks going through her body, and skin going warm. She only hoped nobody noticed…

Frank glanced at her quickly as he reached for more wine, a heated look in his eye.

Fiona felt her breathing get a little heavier as Frank slipped his hand higher, curving it into her inner thigh and slowly squeezing.

“Good, Fi?” Frank asks casually, taking his second bite of food, chewing slowly.

Fiona nodded, “Yeah, really good.” She swallowed hard, ignoring the way Mikey was eyeing her. The same look in his eyes as Frank only he wasn't touching her.

Frank smirks, knowing her words had double meaning. “I’ll let the chef know he’s doing a good job, yeah?”

Fiona shrugs. “That’d be kind of you.” She gives him a tight-lipped smile, her leg jerking as he moves his hand higher, so close to her core.

-

The rest of dinner was hell. Frank kept squeezing and rubbing her thigh but never touching where she wanted him to. Why was she letting him touch her at all? Well, it’s been a while since she’s had any action. And Frank was willing, so why not?

Fiona had left for the library in the manor after dinner. She needed to calm down and this was the only way she knew how to.

She was sitting on the floor by the fireplace, reading and listening to the crackle of the flames, occasionally glancing at the fire to rest her straining eyes.

“Aren’t you a pretty sight?”

It was Frank. Of course it was Frank.

Fiona grins a little, slowly closing the book as he sits next to her. “You mean the fire?”

Frank shakes his head, a smile stretching his lips. “No…I mean the pretty girl sitting next to me.” He murmured, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, letting his touch linger before pulling his hand back.

Fiona felt herself blush. Damn, she regretted that wine earlier.

Frank scoots closer to her, the fire illuminating the side of his face in the dark room. “You’re so handsome,” she says without thinking.

Frank looks at her in surprise. “Oh yeah?” He chuckles lowly, leaning in a bit.

Fiona decides to have some fun with him. It’d been too long since she flirted with a man like this anyway.

“Yeah,” She says back, her tone unmistakably flirty as she tilts her head a bit, her hair flowing over her shoulder.

Frank looks away shyly for a second to regain his composure, setting his hand on her thigh, squeezing it tightly. “And if this handsome man were to kiss you right now, what would you do?”

Fiona leans into his hand, trying to cover her surprise. “Well…I suppose that wouldn’t be terrible.” She mumbles, biting her lip to stifle her smile.

Frank’s face breaks into a grin and he’s quick to sit up on his knees, cupping her face and kissing her hungrily, hand tangling in her hair.

Fiona sighs softly as she kisses back, grabbing his waist as she tilts her head up to meet his lips again when he pulls away.

Frank reaches down and plucks the book from her hands, tossing it aside and straddling her legs, pushing her on her back as they begin to make out heavily.

“Oh baby…” He breathed, grabbing her leg and hooking it over his hip, trying to get as close as possible while he practically lays on her.

Fiona moans softly when he presses against her, his hips stuttering for a second before he composes himself and props himself on a knee. “Sorry, gorgeous.” he blushes.

Fiona doesn't answer, instead grabbing one of his hips and pulling him against her again. He gets the hint and slowly rolls his hips once, closing his eyes as he groans softly.

He breaks the kiss and buries his face against her neck, panting and occasionally grunting as he grinds against her in a slow and steady rhythm.

“Frank,” Fiona moans, tilting her head back as he starts to kiss her neck sloppily, tasting her soft skin.

For a second he pauses, lips pressed against her neck and panting heavily as he slows the movement of his hips.

Suddenly, Fiona feels something sharp poke against her neck and that’s when Frank pulls back abruptly, covering his mouth and moving away from her quickly.

Fiona sits up, her face twisted in surprise. “Frank?”

He squeezes his eyes shut, the fire casting a shadow over his face so Fiona can’t see it. “I’m sorry, Fiona. I can’t…” he moves his hand and looks at her, revealing fangs and dark veins under his now dark eyes. The whites of his eyes turned dark and the irises turned red.

Fiona shrieks and stands up. “My god!”

She’d sort of forgotten about the whole vampire thing in the heat of the moment.

Frank stands too. “Don’t be frightened, baby. I can control myself.” he reassures softly, the fangs slowly retracting and his eyes fading to their normal state. "Sometimes," he says sheepishly.

Fiona just stares in shock. She’d never seen anything like it, never thought she’d find a vampire so attractive.

“I’m not frightened…” She speaks softly, but she didn’t move.

Frank cracks a smile, his worry easing slightly. “I guess we got carried away, huh?” He says awkwardly, trying to fill the silence as he picks up Fiona’s tossed book.

Fiona chuckles softly. “A little…”

She takes the book slowly as he hands it to her, their eyes never leaving each other.

Slowly, Frank leans in, kissing her sweetly before pulling away but staying close. “Goodnight, gorgeous.” he says softly.

“Goodnight, handsome.”

-

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Fiona couldn’t stop thinking about that night.

Days ago her and Frank had made out…she was still in a sort of shock as the image replayed in her head of his fangs. His vampire face.

It both thrilled and frightened her.

Today Gerard insisted on spending time with her, so eager that he had waited on her bed as she got ready for the day.

Once she was ready they walked outside together into the crisp cold air and saddled two horses. As a gift, Gerard got Fiona her own horse. Well, another horse, she had one already but it was old. So, he sent her horse back to her parents house and surprised her with her dream horse— a clydesdale.

Fiona smiles upon seeing the horses in their stalls, munching on hay. “Good morning, sweet boy.” Fiona cooed, running a hand over his painted coat.

“Sully looks well,” Gerard says, standing next to Fiona as she pets the stallion’s neck.

She grins. “Mhm, he’s actually very healthy.”

Once the horses are tacked up, Gerard and Fiona begin to ride. Fiona urged Sully closer to Helena, Gerard’s mare.

Helena was a Friesian with a beautiful black shiny coat, long black mane and tale, and an attitude.

It amazed Fiona how similar Gerard was to his horse— hair and all.

They rode for about 30 minutes, just talking and taking in the woods that surrounded them.

“Let’s stop here, give the horses a break.” Gerard said suddenly as they approached a willow tree.

“I had this planted years ago.” Gerard smiled softly as he looked up at the tall willow before dismounting Helena and letting her roam freely.

The willow tree has long, drooping branches with soft green leaves that sway gently in the harsh wind that made Fiona shiver.

“Oh right, forget you don’t feel cold.” Fiona shivered, but she could still take the time to admire how Gerard’s hair blew messily. Lately he hasn’t been greasing it back, letting it fall messily. Fiona had made one comment on Frank’s hair when it was messy and all of the sudden Gerard stopped making his hair so neat.

Fiona thought it was adorable how much attention he paid her.

Gerard frowned. “Well c’mon dear, I’ll show you why this willow was planted.” He grinned, placing a hand on her back and keeping her tucked to his body to ‘keep her warm’ but Fiona had a feeling it was because he just liked her close.

They walked to the willow and Fiona could see a faint outline of something in the wood. A door?

He opens the door and lets her step in first. All she could see was a dark staircase that led to something underground.

The wood was carved out of the willow, Fiona wondered how it still stood but she stopped when Gerard nudged her forward. “Go on, beautiful.” he grins.

Fiona sighs nervously and slowly steps down, feeling eased with Gerard pressed against her back. At least she’s safe...right?

She stepped off the last step and looked around the darkness. “Well it’s…dark,” she commented, staying by the staircase as Gerard disappears into the shadows.

“Gee?” Fiona called out nervously before a light flickers in the dark as Gerard lights an oil lamp.

“Welcome to my hideout, beautiful.” Gerard smirks, opening his arms as if he’s showing something spectacular.

And he was. The room was, in fact, spectacular. With stone walls, unlit candles around the room to keep it bright, a fireplace against a wall, wood flooring which is covered in a sort of fur rug, probably deer or wolf.

There was an armchair and couch in front of a table by the fireplace, and that’s where Gerard made a beeline for. “The fireplace is mostly decoration, but since you’re cold I’ll light it.” He says softly, working on starting the fire as Fiona walks around and lights the many candles to brighten the room a bit.

“This is…amazing, Ger.” She looks around the room in awe once the candles are lit.

Gerard flushes a bit and stands once the fire is lit. “Thank you, I spent years making it my own…” he trails.

He sits on the couch and pats the spot next to him. “C’mere,”

Fiona gladly sits with him, sighing as the heat from the fire warms her cold skin. “Do the others know about this place?” She asks, leaning back into the cushions.

Gerard shakes his head. “I’ve never told them. That’s why it’s secret, gorgeous.” He teased, playfully pinching her side.

Fiona giggles. “What? Is this where you bring all your food?”

Gerard smiles. “Only the pretty ones,”

“But no, actually you’re the first person to see this other than me…and the servants who helped me bring the furniture in.”

Fiona smiles. ‘Really? So you didn’t bring me here to drain me of my blood?”

“No, not unless you want me to.”

Fiona shifts, letting him wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull her closer. She couldn’t lie and say the thought of him drinking her blood was repulsive, because it was anything but.

“Maybe I’ll let you. When was the last time you fed off a human? I’m not talking about those bunnies I see laying around–which is disgusting, by the way.”

Gerard shrugs. “A while. I’m trying to control myself…I’m getting better at it, I think.” He says proudly.

Fiona grins, sitting up to look at him. “Well would you? Bite me, I mean?”

Gerard looks at her with a straight face before squinting his eyes. “Is that a trick question?”

Fiona cocks a brow, shrugging. “No…I’ve thought about it. One of you biting me,”

Gerard’s jaw goes slack in shock, a flicker of something in his eyes. “R-really?”

Fiona nods, placing a hand on his leg. “I mean, it’s sort of hot, isn’t it?”

Gerard gulps at her touch, his pale skin visibly going red as he looks away. “I suppose…”

Fiona bites her lip, liking how he gets all shy and flushed around her. “So?”

Gerard looks at his hands, then at her hand on his leg, then back up to her. “I-I mean—maybe? Yes, yes I would.” he spits out.

Fiona chuckles. “You don’t have to be so nervous around me, Ger. I’m just a girl.” she says, feigning innocence.

Gerard feels his body shake as Fiona settles beside him again, resting her head on his shoulder. “You’re awfully warm for a vampire, Ger.”

Gerard cracks a grin. “Shut up,”

They sat there for a while, watching the fireplace crackle and pop.

Gerard’s mind was racing. He felt weird. But great.

Here was the woman of his dreams, sitting so close to him, not afraid to be so flirty, and making his cold heart race.

He loved it.

At some point, he exhales sharply before sitting up a bit. “Fi?” She lifts her head and tilts her head up to face him. “Yeah?”

Gerard stares for a second, gaining the courageous before leaning in quickly, pressing a kiss to her lips and pulling back. Fiona stares in shock, her lips tingling. Slowly, she grins and sits up, cupping his cheek. “Kiss me again.”

Gerard feels a wave of relief wash over him and cups her face as well, kissing her passionately.

Fiona kisses back just as eagerly, pressing her body against his but not quite on top of him. Gerard reached down and grabbed her thigh, helping her straddle his legs as she deepened the kiss, tangling her hands in his shaggy black hair.

For a few minutes they stay like that, kissing and touching all over each other. That is until Gerard grabbed her hips and bucked his own up into hers. “Can you…?” He trailed off, tilting his head back against the couch as she softly kissed down his neck, paying attention to spots that made him shiver.

“Can I what?” She asks softly, leaning up to kiss him again, the feeling of his lips on hers becoming addictive.

Gerard kisses back eagerly, his hands squeezing her waist tightly. He breaks the kiss to pant. “Can I do it now? Bite you? It’s been so long since I’ve…”

Fiona pulls away from his neck and furrows her brows. Now that he asked she wasn’t sure what to say. Sure, the thought was appealing, but the action of actually doing it, letting him bite her…

“Fuck, yes.” She breathes, kissing him hungrily while he gently lays her down on the couch. “Relax, Fi.” he murmured, kissing down her neck, reaching the neckline of her dress. He trails his fingertips over the lace of the dress, trailing over her breasts and down her abdomen.

“You’re so beautiful, Fiona.” He whispered, kissing down her stomach over her dress, gently cradling her hip and thigh.

Fiona bites her lip and closes her eyes. “That feels good, Gee.” She pants, bending her leg as he reaches her thigh, brushing his lips against the material of her dress before making his way back up her body.

He starts to kiss the side of her neck, pushing her hair out of the way. “Are you ready?” he asks lowly, gently sucking and kissing a particular area on her neck.

Fiona nods. “Please,”

He buries his face in her hair briefly, inhaling her scent. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, Fiona.” he murmured, pressing more kisses to her hair and neck. 

Fiona chuckles nervously. “Better not waste another second then.” She was teasing but she also wanted him to hurry, before she wussed out.

Slowly, Gerard fangs protract, his eyes changing colour, and the veins under his eyes going dark red.

Fiona whimpers as he leans in again. “Tell me when to stop, Fiona.” He says before reaching up and cradling the opposite side of her neck, his hips pressing into hers to give her some sort of pleasure.

As his fangs sink into her skin, she cries out in pain. Her hand comes up to grab his hair, tugging harshly as he drinks greedily, slurping and gulping the warm liquid hungrily. He groans and continues drinking as Fiona sobs under him, her body squirming. But there was a part of her that didn’t stop him, that let him drink—

that liked it.

But soon the effects set in and she felt dizzy, weak. “Stop,” she begged, tugging weakly at his hair again. Gerard didn't want to stop. Not at all. She tasted amazing, and the noises she was making? Almost as good as the taste of her. But he thought of how much he liked her, how utterly obsessed he was with her (though, he'd never admit it). Gerard took one more big gulp before pulling away, licking and kissing the remaining blood from her skin.

He sits up, leaning back so he’s sitting on her thighs. His mouth and chin was dripping in blood, some trailing down his neck. He’s breathing heavily, eyes half-lidded.

“Your blood is so sweet, Fi.” he whispers roughly, kissing her deeply, causing blood to smear on her face, his fangs poking her lips as his tongue meets her.

Her hand slipped from his hair to his face. “So pretty,” she mumbled before drifting into unconsciousness.

-

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Fiona awoke feeling quite weak.

She was still in Gerard’s hideout.

The only thing that was different was the incredible weight atop of her body.

She looks down and sees his hair, messy and black. 

Gerard was slumped heavily on top of her, resting between her legs with his arms wrapped tight around her hips, his lips parted slightly as he snores.

Fiona shifted. “Gee,” she whispered, reaching up to run a hand through his greasy hair. He didn’t wash often, but Fiona didn’t mind. Most men didn’t.

Fiona shook him gently, trying to wake him.

Her neck ached, and so did her hips where Gerard had dug in his nails while feeding.

She winced as his nose brushed against the wound, which was dried in blood and saliva.

But somehow, she didn’t care. She didn’t care that her skin was dried with blood, that there were crescent moon marks in her skin, or that there was a man laying deep asleep on top of her.

She loved it.

She sighed softly seeing he wasn’t going to wake, so she shifted her body into a more comfortable position and wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as she closed her eyes, drifting to sleep.

-

“Where the hell have you two been?!”

Apparently, the two had been gone since yesterday. Has a day really passed? Fiona wasn’t exactly sure how long she was passed out for, or how long they slept.

“I took Fi out for a little while.” Gerard kept his arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her close.

A scarf covered her neck, so the bite was out of sight.

Frank scoffs. “A little while? It’s been a day. Do you realize how worried we were?”

Mikey and Ray nod in agreement. “Very worried,” “Worried sick,”

Gerard glared at them. “As long as she’s with me, Fiona’s safe.” He sneered, seemingly offended.

“Still, you shouldn’t have left for so damn long!” Frank argued. Gerard sighs. “You’re right, that’s true but still. If we want to spend a day together, we can.”

Frank’s face goes red, and he turns and leaves the room, slamming the door shut. “Jealous prick,” Gerard says under his breath, then turns to Fiona. “I’ll have someone draw you a bath, go wait in your room.” He smiles gently, kissing her forehead.

When Fiona’s gone, Mikey looks at Gerard. “I can smell it, y’know—the blood on her neck, Gee.”

Gerard scoffs. “Don’t say a word to Frank.” He says dangerously low, leaving to his quarters.

“What’s gotten into him lately?” Mikey asks Ray in disbelief.

“Clearly Fi has.”

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-

Weeks later and FIona has been fought over. Gerard and Frank weren’t on speaking terms, only if Frank really needed to talk to Gerard. Other than that, Frank didn’t speak to him.

Fiona was out one night after dark when it happened.

She was attacked.

Apparently, The Way brothers had a few enemies. And those enemies had heard of his new lady love.

Naturally, they wanted her.

As revenge, as a laugh, for entertainment even.

Though she was kidnapped, she didn’t feel like a prisoner. They gave her a bedroom, soft dresses,, had a servant hired specifically for her to do her hair and other things.

Fiona thought perhaps they were trying to win her over, take her from Gerard. They must’ve known Gerard’s biggest fear was heartbreak.

“How are you this morning, Miss Fiona?”  Samuel asked, walking into the dining hall where Fiona is seated.

Fiona sat at a long table, untouched food in front of her.

Samuel kept calm. “Angry, probably. It’s nothing against you, Miss. Just want revenge against Gerard Way and his little brother.”

Fiona scoffs, glaring at Samuel. “So you kidnapped me because of a little fight between you and the Ways?”

Samuel nods. “Exactly. You’re a smart girl, Miss Fiona.”

-

Meanwhile at the Way manor, Gerard and the guys were freaking out.

They got a letter from Sam, saying they had Fiona and planned to make her love him. 

Gerard read the letter again, his hands shaking so badly the paper crinkled.

“Make her love him?” he whispered, voice cracking. “He thinks he can just take her?”

Mikey paced the room, running his hands through his hair. “Gerard, we have to go after her. Now. Sam’s not right in the head. None of them are.” 

Frank leaned against the wall, jaw tight. He didn’t look at Gerard—he hadn’t in weeks—but his voice was firm. “They won’t hurt her. Not physically. That’s not Sam’s style,” he muttered. “But he’ll mess with her head. He’ll try to make her think Gerard doesn’t care.”

Gerard swallowed hard. “I do care.” He says shakily.

Frank’s eyes flicked toward him, briefly, before looking away.

“We’re getting her back,” Gerard said, voice tight.

He sighs heavily. “I love her dearly. More than anyone I’ve ever loved in my long life…”

The three looked at him,  “We’ll get her, Gee.” Mikey reassured.

-

Fiona sat on her bed, staring out the window, trying not to cry.

She’s had lots of time to think. Think about her parents, her pets, Gerard, Frank, Ray, and Mikey. 

She realized she loved Gerard and Frank a lot. More than she thought. She came to this realization when her mind only wanted to run back to the two men, Mikey as well.

She missed Gerard the most. He always made her laugh harder than Frank and Mikey did. His compliments made her blush the most, and his kisses felt the most loving.

She hugged her knees to her chest, staring out at the birds.

That’s when she heard it—shouting downstairs. Boots. Doors slamming. A crash.

Her heart jumped.

Samuel rushed into her room. “Stay here,” he ordered firmly, looking wild.

But he didn’t get the chance to close the door.

Gerard slammed into him, knocking Samuel back so hard he hit the wall. Mikey and the others charged in after him.

Fiona shrieked and shot up from her bed, but immediately calmed when she saw who it was.

“Gerard…” She breathed in relief, rushing into his arms.

“Sweetheart, are you okay? Did he…?” Fiona shut him up with a deep kiss.

Gerard smiled and pulled her tighter against him, parting his lips to deepen the kiss.

-

The rescue had been chaotic — shouting, gunfire, Frank nearly getting himself killed because he refused to wait for Gerard’s signal — but it was over.

Now Fiona lays in Gerard’s bedroom. His room was dimly lit by candles, his bed big and warm.

Fiona lay tangled in the sheets, her cheek resting on Gerard’s chest. His arm was wrapped firmly around her waist, fingertips tracing lazy circles on her hip beneath the blanket. Their clothes were scattered somewhere on the floor… neither of them really remembered where.

The room was quiet except for their breathing.

“I love you,” he whispered for what seemed like the 100th time tonight.

Fiona smiled, nuzzling her face against his skin. “I love you too, Ger.”

Gerard falls deep in thought for a while, the two of them just laying there before he sits up, the blanket covering them slipping down to reveal his bare skin.

“Fi, what do you think about it all? Vampires?” He asks, resting his hand on her leg.

She sits up too. “I don’t mind it. Why?” She asks. Gerard sighed. “No, how would you feel about being a vampire?”

Fiona goes silent. “Oh, well…I dunno. I’ve thought about it and I like the idea of it all. Just the idea of drinking blood to stay alive…it’s not quite appealing.”

“There's a way around it, sweetheart. You can cook the blood into food and never even taste it. Why do you think we eat differently than you?” He chuckles, cupping her face gently.

“Let me turn you,” he says softly. “Let me make you mine forever.”

Fiona’s breath hitched. “I love you, Gerard. I love you a lot…” she trails off, looking into his eyes deeply before kissing him. “Okay.” she smiles, chuckling softly.

“Yeah?” Gerard asks excitedly. Fiona nods, beaming as she hugs him tight.

“Of course, Ger

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THE END