Hello everyone, new fanfiction! Here's the basics before you step in; kinky vampires, blood and gore, and bottom Frank since people get offended by that, okay enjoy!

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Frank Iero knew he wasn't supposed to be out late. He was too small and vulnerable to be wandering out on his own when the sun was falling, it was one of the strictest rules his parents set down for him many times. In a state like New Jersey, no one wanted their child to be running amuck where they couldn't keep an eye on them. The crime rate had gone up to an alarming rate this winter and everyone kept their doors tightly locked, assuring their children were near them at all times. Prying eyes were out and about and who knew what sort of blood those people sought out for. Frank was only allowed to play when the sun was out and shining over the earth, which would have been enough for him if he hadn't been so consumed with his studies. His mother kept him in a homeschooling program after he suffered from severe bullying in public school. Beatings on the bus, being shoved in trashcans, getting chunks of his hair cut during class when the older boys thought it was getting too long and girly. The school district did nothing when the abuse was reported, only forcing the group of boys who bullied him to sit far away from him in class. But when they discovered Frank ratted them out, they returned with a vengeance.

After being put into the current program he was getting his education from, he barely had enough time to run around outside and rid of the energy constantly bubbling inside him. Other energy was spent instead, the kind that left him sluggish and disappointed. Homeschooling gave out triple the work public school did and Frank wasn't too pleased with the amount of writing he had to do. His mother made sure he didn't miss any of his assignments and that all of his answers were correct. He didn't have enough fingers on both of his little hands to count the amount of times he had to redo his math and science homework. He barely had time to be a child when he was always expected to be mature and perfect, getting perfect grades or else both of his parents would be disappointed in him.

Frank didn't have any friends to play with either, which discouraged him frequently. When he did have his small circle of them while he attended public school, he was never allowed to go to their houses because his parents were very strict and uneasy over their son entering a stranger's house. His friends and their families were only strangers to them, not to him. Eventually, the invites faded off and they all slowly became disinterested in Frank when they became absorbed in video gaming, going to each other's houses for a match of Halo or whatever game was most popular. Frank wasn't allowed to have electronics, that included a ban from video games. Frank wasn't allowed to do or have anything fun, his parents claimed that they were raising him as a normal child by not having him be sucked into the world of the internet and social media. He wasn't even allowed a lot of television, only in the evening and on the weekends. He hated their ways, how sheltered he was compared to the rest of the kids he knew.

His parents were the exact reason why he was out after the sun had set. Frank would do anything to drown out the sound of their fighting at this point, the yelling eventually driving him to the point where he wanted to run as far away as possible so he wouldn't have to witness their marriage falling apart before his eyes. Frank couldn't stand another second of it and ran out the front door without either of them noticing during their heated argument over something that was possibly irrelevant. Frank ran down the street in tears, pumping his little legs as fast as he could with his jacket hanging off of his shoulders after he quickly threw it on. It was cold, achingly cold outside, and the beginning of snow was just beginning to flutter down from the darkened sky.

Frank was panting in hot puffs of air that appeared in front of him in the form of humid and translucent clouds. They disappeared almost as quickly as they had come. He didn't know where he was going or why he continued to run when it dawned on him that he was traveling quite a long ways from home, but he continued to push himself forward as quickly as his seven year old body allowed him to. Tears kept streaming down his face and rolling towards his neck, staining his pale skin.

Frank wandered off until he couldn't recognize his surroundings anymore. The streets were dampened from rain and the snow slowly falling from the sky, the air smelled of wet cement and gasoline along with a whiff of cigarette smoke, and the houses around him were run down, beat up and ridden with fissures. He slowed and nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a cat attacking another stray nearby, a terrifying noise for a little boy. Frank whimpered and zipped up his jacket all the way to keep the cold out. His nose was turning red and his small body trembled in both fear and regret.

Frank didn't trust knocking on anyone's door and asking for help. He wasn't allowed to talk to strangers because you could never know what a person's true intentions are. This was an area where only the bad lived, he just never realized it was only a few blocks away from his own street. Frank squinted into the distance, seeing the city lights up ahead where all of the stores and the schools were laid out. If he made it through this neighborhood quick enough, he would be able to safely enter a store and ask to borrow their phone to call his mother. He hoped they were out looking for him now, all he wanted was the comfort of being home and not in an unknown area.

Frank kept wandering, making through the streets and ending up behind a large factory that had closed up for the nights. The tall wrought iron fences were rusted and intimidating, casting long shadows along the damp floor. Frank's heart was racing and he was slowly becoming more afraid now that he was passing by this industrial factory where he swore he could see the darkness around it moving and shaping into various things. When he turned his head, it stilled. Frank shrunk further into his jacket and walked faster in an attempt to reach the city square as soon as possible. He could hear the faint rumble of traffic and police sirens, meaning he was close. He curled his hands into tiny fists inside his pockets in an attempt to keep them warm as more snow began to fall. It was sticking to the ground and he began to worry - he wasn't wearing enough layers for this type of weather.

As Frank continued along the road, he heard a rustle from the darkness. He froze up, his breath stuttering at the sound. He turned his head to the side, facing the shadows the noise had come from. Nothing moved, and nothing out of the ordinary happened.

"Must be a . . . a silly cat." He mumbled to himself and sighed deeply. He gulped and forced himself to look away from the dark and into the line of lights in the distance he was slowly getting closer to. Frank continued to walk after he convinced himself it was only an alley cat wandering through the leftover garbage and construction debris set off to the side.

But it happened again, this time much closer to him. It didn't sound like any sort of silly cat he imagined it would be. This time, it was a low, feral growl, but not one any animal could make. This was too human, too sinister for it to belong to any wild dog or cat. Frank's eyes widened, his head snapping up so he looked into the shadows again. There was no other sound that followed the growl he heard. Instead, he was met with a pair of glowing red eyes floating in the dark. The whites of them were entirely red, swallowing the iris and leaving the black and pulsing pupil to spare. Frank could only decipher them as the eyes of a monster.

Frank screamed and took off. His instinct was to run as fast as he could, hoping he could outrun the monster watching him from the darkness. Multiple times, his mother told him that monsters weren't real and he shouldn't be afraid of anything coming after him. He managed to persuade his own self that he was being silly and in order to be a big boy he always claimed he was, he couldn't believe in monsters hiding in his closet. It was all a bunch of tall tales made up by other people in an attempt to scare everyone. Now, as Frank witnessed that pair of eyes staring at him through the dark, there wasn't a doubt in his mind that they were real and they were out to get him.

Frank could hear the sound of air rushing past him as he ran. It wasn't only from him moving, but it was coming from beside him. The thing was following him, running after him, and there was no way he could outrun it because of how easily it kept up. Frank's body was still small and his legs were short, they could only carry him for such a distance in a short amount of time. Frank wished his legs were longer so he could be further ahead, safe from the monster.

Frank screamed out in terror when something wrapped its hand around his arm and forcefully yanked him off track. He stumbled, body flailing, but he couldn't fight the inhuman strength dragging him into the dark as easily as plucking a flower from the ground. He felt the bitter cold of the monster's hand seeping through the material of his jacket and the harshness of the fingers no doubt bruising his delicate skin. He heard another vicious snarl so much closer to him than it had been before and he found himself being pinned to the stone wall of the factory. The pain bursting through the back of his head left him dizzy, his vision blurring, and the cold sting of his back hitting the wall was a painful pinch radiating through his entire body.

Frank screamed again when his vision cleared and he focused on the animalistic red eyes he saw veiled by shadows only moments ago. The monster showed itself in the form of a man with skin as pale as snow, his lips pulling back over his teeth to reveal two pairs of sharp, elongated fangs poking out from his gums, needle sharp tips glistening under the sliver of light flashing across it. Frank was paralyzed in fear, his eyes as wide as they could be. He was going to die, he was going to be eaten by this monster and left to be a tragic story on the news for people to grieve over. He never got to say goodbye to his parents, his family, he never made it past the age of seven years old. Frank sobbed loudly as the monster leaned in, aiming for his neck with his sharp and murderous fangs.

The wind was knocked out of Frank again when he was suddenly released from the iron grip keeping him up against the wall. He tumbled to the ground and landed in a heap, huffing in pain when his knees and palms hit the hard road underneath. He looked up in a daze, his eyes ringing and his heart beating too quickly for him to be able to stand. His head snapped up when he heard a loud cry, followed by the sound of struggling. He looked only a few feet to the right and watched as two figures tumbled on the ground, fighting and punching, a blur of black and white skin from how quickly they were moving.

A moist and sharp cracking sound echoed through the alleyway and Frank looked away before he could see what it had been, only hearing the choked scream that was abruptly cut short by another loud snap. He trembled on the ground and tightly shut his eyes in hopes that this was all a nightmare he would wake up from any moment now, he would slowly open his eyes again and see that he was safely tucked into his bed in his familiar room, resuming in his belief that monsters were not real and one had not almost attempted to kill him.

Frank heard a faint click, followed by the familiar sound of flames igniting. He saw the glow of fire from behind his thin eyelids, hear how they moved around and caught onto whatever had been used to start it. Frank opened his eyes a bit, slowly turning his head to take a peek at what it was.

"Don't look." A voice suddenly spoke from beside him where there was an empty space just a second ago. Frank let out a short scream, rolling onto his back and trying to crawl away from it.

"No, wait, I'm not trying to hurt you." The voice softened. It sounded male, taking on a naturally soothing quality that contrasted heavily with the growls Frank heard this evening. Frank stopped crawling and whimpered. He slowly pushed his hood away from his face to look at the figure crouched over him.

He saw an angel peering down at him. That was the only thing he could describe this person as, the one who saved him from the monster trying to eat him. The angel was a man, looking down at Frank with merciful olive green eyes that sparkled prettily. His face was just as pale as the other creature's had been, but it was smooth and suited him nicely. His veil of dark hair framed his angelic face, falling down past his chin in tangles.

Frank smiled up at the angel, feeling safe and content once more. The angel looked surprised for a moment, but he smiled back. His lips pulled back from his teeth only a bit, but they parted enough for Frank to see the same razor sharp teeth the monster had. Frank gasped loudly, his heart kick starting in fear.

The angel's smile fell. "I won't hurt you, I promise. Only monsters eat little children. I don't."

Frank glanced nervously at his mouth, unsure if he should trust his words. Some part of Frank told him that he was telling the truth. After all, he didn't share the same scary eyes with the creature who tried to kill him.

"What - what was that? What are you?" Frank's voice trembled.

The angel pressed his lips together and said nothing. He reached out for Frank and swiftly scooped him into his arms like he weighed as much as a feather. Frank squealed, scrambling to wrap his arms around the man's neck.

Frank blinked for just a moment when he felt air warping around him, the cold quickly hitting his face and dousing him, and a few more seconds passed until it was over. When Frank opened his eyes again, he was more than shocked to see familiar houses lined up on a street he had not been on just before he let his lids fall over his eyes. He gasped softly, the winter air stinging his lungs on the way in.

The beautiful man set Frank onto his feet on the familiar grass of his own front yard. His mouth hung open when he looked up and saw that he was standing in front of his house again. The lights were on inside, but the car was missing from the driveway. Most likely his parents were out frantically searching for him, worried sick over his sudden disappearance.

"How did you know where I live?" Frank titled his head up to look at the pretty man standing by his side.

He merely smiled, extending his arm out and ruffling Frank's hair. "Don't go out at night, kid, it's dangerous. The world is full of monsters, we just don't see them until it's too late."

Frank blushed softly. "You saved my life, mister."

The angelic and pale man titled his head to the side slightly in an odd manner, slowly blinking down at Frank. His pupils were alive in his irises much like the other creature's had been, but they were pulsing wildly, only shrinking and growing back into their normal size in a rhythm resembling a heartbeat.

"I suppose so."

In a blur of black and white, he suddenly disappeared from Frank's side. Frank looked left and right, spinning around in case the angel man was behind him, but he had completely left without a trace of his existence left for Frank to take with him. He stood there for a long moment, quietly wishing the man hadn't left, because he never got a chance to thank him from saving him from the clutches of the evil monster. Gerard resembled the monster in a few ways, but a person who was evil would never take the time to save anyone from danger. Perhaps he was a monster taken in by heaven for him to become an angel.

Frank made his way inside his house and dropped himself onto the sofa. Only then did he begin to feel pain and disorientation from his attack and from spending so long in the cold without the proper clothing. He was only wearing a t-shirt underneath his thin jacket and his jeans did nothing to lock heat inside. He shivered violently, waiting for his parents to come home.

When they did enter the house, it was hours later. They looked beaten, cried out, aged at least twenty years after searching endlessly for their son. Frank was only half awake, dizzy and in shock, not being able to stop shaking despite his aching muscles. The moment his parents saw him sitting on the couch disheveled and dirty, they raced towards him.

"Oh Frank, my baby, you're here!" His mother cried and crushed him against her chest. His father kissed the top of his head, cradling the tender back of it.

"Mommy, a big monster tried to eat me." Frank whimpered. "He almost did, but an angel came and rescued me. He took me home."

"Oh my god, Frank. Who tried to hurt you, who saved you?" Frank's mother pulled away and cupped her son's face in her hands, tears rushing down her face.

"A big monster! He had ugly red eyes and - and sharp long teeth, he was super strong and too fast! The man who saved me was the same, but his eyes were nice. He saved my life." Frank explained as best as he could in his state, shivering harshly.

"Frank, that wasn't a monster, just a bad man who tried to hurt you." Frank's father stroked his hair.

Frank frantically shook his head. "No, dad, he was a monster! Both of them weren't human, I know what I saw!"

"Honey, we need to get you in a hot bath right now, you are freezing cold." Linda stroked his cheek with concern. "I think he's going into shock." She murmured to her husband, taking in her child's pale face and blown pupils along with the tremors.

"Mommy, you have to believe me." Frank whined while his mother picked him up and carried him to the bathroom.

"Monsters do exist, Frankie." She whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "They live inside the people you least expect them to."

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A/N; Welcome! I've tried to write a vampire fic at least three times and it's never worked, but I think I'm ready for one now. This one is going to be pretty good, I hope you stick around for it.

So what do we think? Frank obviously isn't going to stay little for the entire fic, ew, he grows up. I'm guessing you already know who saved little Frank from the monster.

I'm so pumped for this, oh my god.

"We drowned our love to save it from the fires."

-aprilxo