Frank's mind was aflame, on fire, and it seemed as if there was simply no escape, as the fire moved closer to him in the small white walled room he found himself locked in - he hadn't reached out for the door handle or even tried to escape; he just knew, like it was something prophesied, just meant to be this way.

And it was with the same certainty that Frank knew there was no way out, in fact, at a point, he even ceased to struggle, just curled up, and waited, as the fire grew closer, drawing in around him, as he waited for the end that would soon befall him, because something about this all was oddly peaceful, and in that peace Frank found himself able to just wait, patiently, for an end, for the fire to reach out and take him, but of course, it wasn't going to be quite that simple.

Eventually the fire parted a little, and Frank glanced up to see a figure illuminated amidst the flames, he found himself rushing to his feet in concern for the figure, but he found himself hit with a wave of confusion as he struggled to comprehend how they could possibly be walking through the fire as if it were nothing at all.

He attempted to call out to the figure, but it was as if his vocal chords had already been burned out of his throat, and instead, he found himself peering closer, fixating upon the figure as their face came into view, and their face became far too familiar, became her face.

Jamia.

He attempted to call out to her once more, but it was as if his lungs were crushed down in his chest, and even every breath began to ache throughout his whole body.

"You fucking did this." She spat, her voice raw and strained, "don't fucking look at me like that, you fucking monster."

Frank's whole body began to tremble, and then with all his strength, as if he was physically pushing the flames away from him, he was screaming out a broken and wavering, "Jamia?"

The act of doing so seemed to deplete the entirety of his energy and life source: the world around him fading into white, until suddenly everything was black, well, it appeared so at first, it was really just a very dark room, and his eyes had been adjusting too the piercing brightness of the excess of white light.

His body was a little slow and achy, but responsive, and he found himself sitting up, and peering desperately around the room for any signs of an explanation. He jumped a little as the curtain was pulled open just a little, letting a streak of light into the room, and with the light now provided, Frank could make out a figure making their way across the room from the window.

"H-Hello?" He forced the word out, desperately attempting to make a face out in the darkness, and only succeeding in doing so as the figure sat down on the sofa opposite him. "Gerard?" He asked, finding himself remembering Ray, and Mikey, and Gerard, with the pink hair who seemed just that little bit more friendly than the other two. "What's... happening?"

"You blacked out." He explained, and as he spoke, Frank took the opportunity to make out his surroundings as his eyes grew more adjusted to the light, or well, the lack of it, "and Mikey got really pissed off, and then he and Ray started having an argument, so I just took you out of there. This is my room, I hope you don't mind."

The room: Gerard's, was slightly larger than Mikey's, with a large window overlooking the campus, which was mostly covered by a thick black curtain, leaving the rest of the room in a kind of darkness that Frank's eyes hadn't had the most fun adjusting to; he found himself sat on Gerard's bed, and Gerard sat upon a sofa positioned on the opposite wall, a couple of feet away. The rest of the decor constituted of generic dorm room items, such as a bookcase, a desk, and a mini-fridge in the corner, and of course, copious amounts of posters on the walls, making the environment even more claustrophobic than it already was.

"Gerard..." Frank finally pushed the name out, coming to terms with his situation and what had happened, until he found himself going back through the conversation that had occurred prior to him blacking out, and one line in particular. "What's going on?" He asked again.

"Frank, I just told you-" A look of concern grew in Gerard's eyes, which Frank hadn't really paid much attention to up until that moment, but it was then that he found himself noticing the odd, almost luminous golden colour to them, however Gerard's eyes really weren't his biggest concern in the world in that moment.

"No I mean, what you said back there... a witch, I... doesn't make sense, I mean, I-... fuck I... set I... I did this, didn't I...? The fire... I..." Frank's throat seemed to close in around his words as he shook his head in utter disbelief.

"It's not your fault." Gerard got up, sitting beside Frank on his bed, and reaching out to touch his arm in a gesture of comfort performed by unimaginably cold fingertips. "You weren't really aware of what you were doing, but yeah, you are a witch, which is something I don't quite get myself... I mean the whole idea of witches is that they're female, and it's a thing you're either born with or not, like it doesn't just develop, so really, I'm honestly not sure how you went this long without noticing." Gerard laughed a little at that.

Frank blushed, groaning a little, "well, I... I guess, I... I mean, I... don't really mention this to people, but I'm a trans guy, so like I was born a girl... so I just guess that's how... I..." Frank turned away, his throat seeming to close up again, "I just-"

"Hey," Gerard reached out, putting his arm around Frank, "you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. It's fine, Frank, and I guess it does explain things. I could call you like a wizard instead-"

"Oh for fuck's sake, I'm not fucking Harry Potter!" Frank exclaimed, shaking his head with laughter, "this is all kind of, just, that sounds fucking ridiculous, though."

Gerard giggled, "yeah, it kind of does."

"I'm really fucking freaking out, I'm sorry." Frank admitted, his voice shaking a little as he spoke.

"Hey, dude, I'm here for you, you can tell me or ask me anything you want and I'll try help you figure this out."

"Why the fuck is your hair pink?" Frank asked, "that's kind of ridiculous," he grinned a little.

"Oh fuck off, I like it. It looks pretty."

-Ray had insisted Mikey went for some form of walk in some sort of shitty attempt to clear his head, and perhaps stop screaming when Frank had just passed out. Ray was a little uncertain in regards to leaving Frank with Gerard, but it seemed like he had little choice in that moment, and he just prayed that things wouldn't fuck up too badly as Mikey continued to snap at every little thing he said.

Mikey's dick was shorter than his temper, and well, coming from the dude who'd just attempted to punch a wall, that was saying something. Not that Ray really had any personal experience with Mikey's dick, but Pete Wentz said an awful lot of nonsense, well screamed it really, after he'd had a few beers.

"This is fucking ridiculous, you know? You fucking trust Gerard, I don't even fucking trust Gerard to look after himself, he's fuck-..." Mikey trailed off, shaking his head, "I just... what's going on, Ray? What the fuck is going on and how does Gerard seem to know more than we all do?"

"I don't know, Mikey, I'm sorry but I don't." Ray let out a sigh, offering Mikey a pathetic attempt at a smile as the two sat down underneath a tree in the shade.

"It's too fucking sunny today." Mikey commented, cursing a little as he put his sunglasses on and rolled his sleeves down, leaving Ray to smile a little at the barely mild conditions. "I fucking hate this, it's just fucking annoying. I look like a walking corpse because I can never tan, and sunburn literally feels like I'm dying."

"You are a walking corpse." Ray reminded him, watching as Mikey rolled his eyes a little.

"And you're like a human crystal ball, so fuck off." Mikey let out a laugh as he curled his knees up to his chest.

"Well, not really, because someone needs to look into the crystal ball-" Ray protested, but Mikey really could not give much in the way of a fuck.

"Whatever," he let out a sigh, continuing to feel personally victimised by the sun, "so, this Frank... what's going on?"

"Well, I guess he's a witch," Ray let out a kind of defeated sigh, "and he didn't realise it, and he accidentally killed a few people in a fire... I don't think he knows about the killing part yet, I don't think he should find out either."

"Oh, yes, lying to him, what a wonderful idea!" Mikey exclaimed, rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses.

"Oh yeah, because you'd want to know that you killed four people by accident. It's gonna fuck him up, and he's already struggling, it's obvious, isn't it?" Ray let out a sigh, a little agitated with the fact that Mikey still didn't quite seem to get it. "You and Gerard are used to the whole vampire thing because well, you've been like that all your life and you've known it - your whole family were too and you were brought up like that and told how to deal with it. You didn't just suddenly discover it two decades into your life in some sort colossal disaster and then have no one to turn to and support you through it."

Mikey paused, nodding a little, "I guess," he let out a sigh, "just doesn't quite make sense, though, does it? I've never met a dude witch before, and seriously, you've got to be pretty dense to not notice magic powers for twenty years."

"Mikey, believe it or not, but stupid people do exist." Ray laughed a little, "anyway, he probably did notice, but thought to just brush it off, I mean, people hammer it into you that the supernatural isn't real, so he probably just overlooked it, you know, when your head tries to find a logical explanation to everything you don't understand, and you just roll with it, even if it doesn't quite fit because you don't know what else to do."

"Honestly where I most find things I can't fathom understanding is Gerard's internet history, and I just stay fucking clear of that." Mikey laughed a little, "seriously, he watches anime and sort of obsessively... it's weird."

"Okay, but are you going to outcast and hate Gerard for liking anime?"

"Well, I find myself tempted-"

"Mikey..." Ray let out a sigh, trying to make a point here, "realistically, you're not, because he's your brother and there's more to him than anime-"

"Yeah, he likes Twilight too-"

"Mikey, wait are you-" Ray's eyes widened, because yeah, there really was something wrong with Gerard if he liked Twilight.

"I found the books in his room once, back when I made the mistake of actually looking at anything Gerard owns, because what you don't know can't hurt you seriously applies to Gerard's possessions and interests."

"Okay, well, back to the point I was trying to make." Ray shook his head in disbelief, "it's like that there's more to Frank than what he just did, and he's scared and he needs our support, because okay, we don't understand this perfectly, but it's more support than some random kid who thinks Hogwarts is real can offer."

"And so Gerard Way is his support." Mikey laughed a little, "good luck to him."

"Mikey," Ray let out a sigh, "what's wrong? What's put you in this mood?"

"Can't you see, in your crystal ball?" Mikey asked, his tone the very same mocking one.

"I don't tend to pry into people's personal lives when there's no reason to." Ray narrowed his eyes, but continued to focus nonetheless, "Pete." He raised his eyebrows a little.

"Pete." Mikey mimicked his tone, "he's such a fucking idiot. I wonder if I can honestly even deal with this 'I don't believe in vampires' bullshit anymore, like I could drain all his fucking blood and still he wouldn't have a clue."

"Talking to him is always an option." Ray offered with a smile.

"Yeah, I don't see that working."

"Mikey, I don't see anything working if you don't ever stop being so negative." Ray rolled his eyes, "and you know me, I tend to be right about things."

"My brother has pink hair, I have to be the moody goth one or I think mum and dad might just disown us." Mikey laughed a little, but Ray wasn't convinced. "Okay, fine." He snapped, narrowing his eyes.

-

Frank and Gerard had ended up sat practically on top of one another as Frank did all he could to distract himself in some shitty movie that Gerard owned, and well, it wasn't exactly the best thing in the world, but there was something about Gerard's presence that was oddly comforting and Frank found himself appreciating that for what it was worth.

But even with all of his attention desperately focused upon the screen, he still found hundreds of questions floating around his head, and not a single one with an answer that made the slightest bit of sense. He glanced at Gerard, wondering just what qualified him to know what he was doing in regards to educating Frank about witchcraft.

Gerard felt Frank's eyes upon him within seconds, and turned to meet his gaze, his eyes still continuing to burn with an odd kind of golden light, which baffled Frank, because despite its hue, there's was just nothing inherently warm about the colour, and it did indeed feel just as cold as Gerard's fingertips, and indeed the rest of his body.

"Can I ask a question, about you...?" Frank trailed off, blushing a little, unsure if Gerard would react badly, or well, really, what could possibly come of his query. "I don't want you to get offended, I'm just curious, I-"

Gerard smiled, "hey, it's fine, go on, ask ahead." And as he met Frank with a smile, the light in his eyes seemed to warm up just a little, but Frank couldn't quite figure out as to whether it was just a trick of the light, or his own imagination or something.

"Are you... sick... or something?" Frank asked, his voice quivering a little, "you're just..." he began to blush, "really cold... also I didn't know it was physically possible for eyes to be that colour."

Gerard laughed a little, sitting up and continuing to meet Frank's gaze with a smile, "well, do you want me to tell you the truth, which you might not like nor believe, or do you want me to come up with an easily believable lie which will allow you to go on living your life as if nothing was ever odd, because I've been lying to people for years and years now, and I've gotten perhaps exceedingly good at it."

Frank smiled in response, thinking for a moment, "I think I want the truth, because I'd still know you were lying if you lied to me."

"Doesn't matter which one you chose, I was gonna say the same thing, you'd interpret it whichever way and as whatever thing you wanted." Gerard explained, "trust me, I've been lying to people for a long time."

"So let me guess, you're studying psychology?" Frank asked, laughing a little.

"No, art, actually." He smiled, "but yeah, I get where you're coming from."

"I'm studying psychology." Frank added, "would be kind of cool if I saw you around like in my classes, you're a nice guy."

"Okay," Gerard paused for a moment, narrowing his eyes, "so psychology student, would you like to try and figure this out?"

"I'm a psychology student not an investigator-" Frank protested.

"Still, it's intriguing, anyway, you're more inclined to believe what you figure out by yourself than what some guy you met barely an hour or two ago tells you. Especially an unnervingly cold guy with pink hair, never trust those guys. Would know, I am one." Gerard laughed a little, "so, how about you try to figure this out?"

"I..." Frank trailed off, sitting there thinking for a moment, as he reached out to touch Gerard's skin once more. "You're so fucking cold, if someone was this cold, I'd be calling 911 instantly, but there's no need with you, because you're cold, but you're perfectly fine, it's like this is your natural body temperature, like you just don't have any body heat, and for some reason, that's fine- Fuck, I sound ridiculous, I-"

"No, no," Gerard smiled, you're on the right lines, "trust your instincts, Frank, they're there for a reason."

"Okay..." Frank bit his lip for a moment, "you have no body heat, and for some reason you're not freezing to death, maybe you can't die, did someone like... I don't know? Like are you immortal?"

"Well I am, but that's not the whole truth." Gerard began to grin, this whole exercise beginning to intrigue him, but really he yearned for Frank's face when he finally fit it all together.

"So you're immortal, and you have really fucking weird, but beautiful eyes, it's like they're burning, glowing, glowing in the dark- okay, so you squirted glow sticks into your eyes," Frank stopped to laugh, "or your eyes are naturally like that, which would mean... that you're accustomed to the dark, wouldn't it? That you're nocturnal, you're a nocturnal immortal being," Frank glanced around, his eyes fixating upon the curtains, "who's like some fucking goth weirdo who closes their curtains in the daytime, like hey, you must really fucking hate the sun... you're a nocturnal immortal being who doesn't like the sun-..." Frank cut himself off as his eyes began to widen.

"Well, it's less of a case of not liking it and more of a case of it burning my skin." Gerard laughed a little, watching as Frank continued to stare at him in utter disbelief.

"Burn your fucking pale, ice cold, dead skin, you-..." Frank leaned closer, "open your mouth," he commanded, and Gerard did, leaving Frank just a little confused to see relatively normal teeth inside, "okay, well, that's that theory debunked..." He trailed off, siting back beside Gerard, "I have no idea then."

"No, you're just making the common mistake of assuming all you already know as fact." Gerard smiled a little, "now come on, say it, what I am, say it-"

"Okay, calm down, Edward Cullen, this isn't Twilight-" Frank burst out, laughing a little as he met Gerard's gaze.

"If this was Twilight that would make you Bella Swan, and she is such a shit character and most definitely would not set the girls' dorms on fire. You are much better than Bella Swan." Gerard insisted, smiling a little.

"So wow, you're a fucking shit vampire, a vampire with no fangs, how the fuck do you feed?" Frank asked, almost personally offended that vampires weren't living up to his expectations, and well, he didn't quite believe it at all, but fuck it, he'd just caused a massive fire with the help of some shitty spellbook, so really wasn't in the position to really on logic at all.

"Well, Frank, there's this thing called evolution, and we don't tend to actually feed on people anymore, I mean, it's just easier to get manufactured blood from like animals and stuff, and well, there's less angry peasant mobs that way and it's really not the middle ages anymore. So we just don't really need fangs."

"Wow, this is disappointing." Frank admitted, "so like, wait are you like secretly four hundred as well?"

"I'm twenty one." Gerard admitted, "sorry to disappoint."

"I don't think you could be a worse vampire if you tried, Gerard."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you," Gerard smirked, "I'm vegan."

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