A/N: I'M BACK BITCHES! I've just got to say that I'm sorry for my absence, I've had a lot of mental health stuff going on and now I have the whole summer before high school starts to write so expect more updates for the next couple months. Have an awesome life and enjoy your kinky fan fiction. I have no idea if I'm going to disappear again after this so I'm sorry if I do.

Blood. It's strangely sticky and smells oh so awful. The metallic red, spilling in elegant waterfalls out of a slit throat or wrist. The crimson liquid that pumps through everyone's veins and the same crimson liquid that people like me, like us, feed off of. Our story is rarely told, for it is too dark, to frightening for the average human to grasp. We are the Vendetta.

The Vendetta are a group of vampires that have been around for centuries and the teenagers of the group are called the Anarchy. I am in that group, I am the leader of The Anarchy. We go around at 3 o'clock in the morning serving as vigilantes and we kill anyone who has hurt us, or others in the Vendetta and we also work as the army, should we ever need one. We were taught by past members of the Anarchy, who have moved on to other levels in the group. Every three years we get a new set of Anarchists, they range from being 10-15 years old each set and they come in when they have finally accepted vampirism.

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Today is the day. We're getting new Anarchists today and of course I have to coordinate everything which sucks when you're dealing with annoying teenagers trying to get ready for more annoying, slightly younger teenagers.

"Gerard, they're here." Ryan, a 20 year old vampire and my best friend, called out.

"Alright, send 'em in." I called back. Ryan rushed over to my side once he opened the door and instructed them to be seated just as one vampire, who seemed to be a bit older than the rest, maybe 17 or 18, followed the line and glared at each of the younger kids that passed him. One girl, who seemed very lost, tried to tug on his arm and his eyes roared a brilliant red before realizing she needed help and picked her up, calming her down before setting her with a group she seemed to recognize.

We slowly picked off kids one by one and tested their strength and ability in front of all of the other children. The older one sat in the back with an angry expression on his face and his arms crossed in front of him.

"Ry, can you handle this on your own?" I whispered in his ear. It was my 10th year working here and his 3rd so he knew how it worked but not as well as me. He nodded and with a quick glance I sped towards the boy, gripped his arm and pulled him out of his seat before leading him down a hall and up a set of stairs. I pressed on one specific block in the wall which opened a secret passageway into my chamber before shutting it again with a wave on my fingers.

I tossed the boy onto the bed situated in the middle of the room and stared at his shocked expression as I slowly walked towards the bed before crawling over to him once I reached it. I sat down directly in front of him and looked into his eyes; he no longer looked shocked but now intrigued as to who I was and what I was doing with him.

"Who are you?" I asked, trailing a gentle finger over his defined jawline. He crossed his arms over his chest and smirked, refusing to answer.

"Feisty, aren't we, I guess we'll just have to change that now won't we," I said as I quickly waved my hand in front of his face and watched as black filled his eyes and his mouth dropped open as the spell searched through his brain for the answer.

"I-I'm Frank, Frank Iero and I'm 18." He answered simply and as the black faded from his eyes I saw the beautiful hazel flood back in before he looked back down at his lap. He slowly looked back up at me, my chest aching when I saw the shame in his hazel eyes.

"Why are you here so late?" I whispered as I put my index finger under his chin and slowly made him look up at me.

"I was turned against my will and my parents wouldn't let me go so I came once I was an adult," he said quietly, keeping his gaze down but I didn't make him look at me because he was clearly ashamed.

"That's okay, Frank. It doesn't matter when you got here but you're safe here and you don't have to be ashamed," I said, pulling the poor kid against my chest.

"What do you do here, and who are you?" Frank asked timidly and looked up at me. God he looked so cute and innocent with those hazel eyes gazing up at me like I held all the secrets of the world.

"I'm Gerard Way, I run the Anarchy, which is the group you'll be in. I'm 23 and I've been running it since I was 17, when my parents handed it down to me," I told him. I liked this kid, he seemed sweet and I didn't want him to be scared of me or to keep any secrets from him. He nodded and his eyes were dropping shut so I let him take a nap and pulled some blankets over his small frame before heading back down to the new Anarchists. They seemed pretty good from what I had seen so I sat back and watched them get tested.

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~Three months later~
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"Well, well, well. Someone's been a naughty boy hasn't he? Messing with the target practice to make it scream when shot? You know how many kids were scared because of that, right?" I chucked darkly while walking around Frank, who was hanging by his wrists from suspensions attached to the ceiling. In reality, the prank was funny, but I just wanted to punish Frank tonight.

His head hung low but I notice a sly smirk across his face. I dragged the riding crop around his body, teasing his bare skin as I walked around him. I dragged it down to his ass and gave it one sharp strike on each cheek before putting it down on the bed and reaching for a vibrating butt plug. I found one and put it in my pocket, not wanting him to see it just yet.

"You want me to fuck you Frankie? Want me to fuck you hard and fast while your whole body shakes and begs for release like the little whore you are?" I whispered huskily in his ear, hearing him whimper  quietly in desperation. I chuckled darkly before inserting two lubed up fingers into his ass, watching his eyes shoot open and hearing the loud gasp he took in. I quickly thrusted my fingers in at a rapid pace, stretching him and thrusting my fingers into his prostate repeatedly as he began moaning like the whore his is.

I pulled the butt plug out of my pocket, careful not to let him see it, slicking it up with lube before inserting it into my boy. I turned the setting on low and walked around him.

"Gee- Sir, I'm gonna come, fuck! I'm so close, please touch me," he whined desperately. The image of him was honestly so incredibly hot that I would have to go jerk off in the bathroom in a couple minutes. He hung from his wrists, feet barely touching the ground with nothing but a pair of panties around his thighs and his red, hard cock landing against his lower abdomen. His long hair stuck to his forehead and his tattoos glistened in the soft lighting of the room. His whole body was slicked with sweat and his face was rosy as his mouth hung open while beautiful moans spilled between his plump lips.

"Let go then, but I'm not taking it out until I'm ready to." I said, chuckling again. His eyes shot open again and he looked at me with pure despair before his face scrunched up beautifully as his toes curled and he released a beautifully loud moan and came all over himself.

"Have fun, beautiful," I said before clicking the remote up to the highest setting, tossing it on the bed, and leaving the room.

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~ 4 Hours Later ~
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I walked back up to my room, pressing on the stone before the wall opened up to see Frank, covered in his own cum and what looked like piss trailing down his leg. His head was hanging forward and his skin was glistening with sweat. His eyes were closed and once I made my way over to him he looked up at me.

"Sir! You're back! Please, please let me down, it hurts Gee, please," he sobbed as he yanked on the restraints. I quickly went and turned off the vibrations and scooped him up bridal-style and undid his restraints before pulling him into the bathroom and putting him in the tub. He laid there, looking at me with tears in his eyes, looking broken as the tub filled with warm water.

"Oh my god Frankie, I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to take so long but once I went down there they wouldn't let me leave. I'll never do that again baby, I love you, you know that right?" I said frantically as he pulled his knees up to his chest.

"I, god, I fucking pissed on myself Gee, I love you too, but I passed out and then woke up again. Please don't make me do that again," he whispered softly, he sounded so embarrassed and I felt fucking awful so I took the shower head down and rinsed him off before plugging the drain and letting the tub fill again. I quickly undressed before getting in with him and pulling him in between my legs and against my chest. He laid back and sighed as the warm water relaxed our muscles.

I helped him clean himself and we went back to our bed where I showed him how sorry I was, but that's a story for another time.