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A/N: this is my first fanfic in a very long time so please don't judge because i already know its shitty. I have a lot of ideas for this and I don't know how to put them all together so just bear with me.

~3005~

Frank had been waiting for tonight for a very long time. He could feel a weight being lifted off his chest, not a metaphorical weight representing guilt or anxiety or any of that gay shit, but a physical weight; the weight now fully gone he felt as if he could breathe again, but he couldn't, because Frank was dead. Truly dead, no heartbeat, no oxygen type of dead. Even though he was dead, he was more alive than he ever was, but I'll get to that later. Frank heard a low, slow creaking noise; like a door that's been forced shut for a very long time being pried open again. A light shaking around, Frank was very confused as to what was happening. He could smell fresh blood, the blood of an innocent, and most likely children. But what would children be doing in a graveyard at what seemed to be midnight? By now you've most likely figured out Frank is a vampire, seems pretty gay but hey, that's Frank for ya. Frank was very hungry after two hundred years of staring at the back of his eyelids and listening to the world build up around him; and if these damned kids would hurry up on whatever they were doing he could eat.

>Adrian<

"I- I'm not sure this is a good idea guys. Wha-what if it's really real an-and not fake? What do we do then?" It's dark, it's cold and Adrian's not really the adventurous type, especially not on Halloween and especially not at 11:30pm.

"Shut up A, We'll be fine and of course it's fake, we're just proving we're not pussies to YOUR idiot sister!" I don't know who this is, sorry.

"You're just trying to impress her Braydon!" Ahh, Braydon, sounds like a douche...

"Dude she's three years older than us, there's NO chance in you going out with her, plus I don't think she's a lesbian." Damn, talk about clap back. That shut Braydon up and they continued to shuffle around the pitch black graveyard looking for the headstone of a sort of local legend, Frank Iero.

~1905~

"There are lots of consequences to transferring over Frank. You must understand everything, before I even consider this."

"I understand Sidney, please just do this for me, I have nothing anymore." Frank was begging, it's been months and he was doing anything he could to make them take him seriously, because he was very serious.

"Frank, you're young and you have your whole life ahead of you. I just want to know why you want to live like this. You know how I have to live, how is it appealing?" Sidney believed Frank wanted it but he didn't want Frank to end up like he did, addicted and nothing.

"I have nothing anymore, Johnathon left me, and he was scared someone would find out, he didn't have any faith. He doesn't want anything to do with me. He said he was just curious and now he knows what he wants, and it's not me..." Frank was breaking down in front of the highest ranked Vampire in New York, he felt so weak. He had nothing and he wanted to stop feeling everything without killing himself, because killing himself meant he was truly nothing without Johnathon and he wanted to prove himself to everyone who doubted him, bullied him and used him. This was the only way he knew how, by getting revenge.

"Frank, I know how you feel but I just don't want you to end up like, well, like this" Sidney gestured to himself and their surroundings (An abandoned warehouse, covered in blood, bodies and used needles.) "I'll think about it, I truly will, come back tomorrow and I'll have my decision by then."

~3005~

"Adrian! Adrian! I found it!" Braydon dusted off the tombstone and felt the faded indentions on the marble. Adrian was standing behind him, his face pale and clammy, almost ghostly.

"Braydon, we found it I don't we really need to dig him up or whatever, we made it and we should just go back." He was tugging on Braydons sleeves and attempting to pull him away from the grave.

"Adrian, come on, it's fake, let's just do this! Trust me it'll be fine and if anyone comes we'll run." Adrian laughed nervously and handed Braydon the shovel and they started. By 1AM they had finished and were currently staring at the top of the coffin. They had dug around the grave as well so they could just attempt to open it without having to do extra work. They worked for another hour to get the door a third of the way open. With their one flashlight they could see the glimmer of what they guessed was chains, what else could it be?

Frank had very sharp senses and the smell of their blood was disgustingly strong, he wanted to puke from hunger. He could see their light shaking around wildly, making him feel sicker watching it. He couldn't break out, he had no strength left in him and these damned kids were apparently going as slow as possible.

"Adrriiaann fucking help!" Braydon grunted as he used all his strength to heave the top off the coffin. Adrian helped push the last of it off and it made a low crashing sound as it hit the ground. They stared at the pale body laying down wrapped in thick chains. Mouths wide open, neither of them could speak a sentence.

Frank felt a cold gust sweep across his face. He looked through his eyelashes and could see two young children, around 14, standing above him with only a shovel, flashlight and small bolt cutters. The shorter one moving his mouth as if he was looking for the right words to say. He smirked shortly at the expressions on their faces. He strained slightly, fully awake now.

"Braydon, c-cut the chains..."

"Why, can't we just take the picture and leave? It's starting to freak me out; I swear I saw it move, we should just leave." Braydon fidgeted, he didn't want to admit it but he really wanted to leave; seeing the corpse up close made him realize how dangerous this really was. Adrian was the complete opposite, he wanted to be closer, and he was completely fascinated. The tombstone said he died in 1905, over one thousand years later and the body seemed completely preserved, and he wanted to know how it was possible. He yanked the bolt cutters out of Braydons unmoving hands, bent down and cut the chains which took a surprising amount of effort. Adrian stepped back and admired the blue tinted skin, it was oddly beautiful.

Frank felt the chains fall to his sides and he felt free again. He smiled, and in one swift motion flew up and grabbed the closest thing (that was alive) to him, bit it and drained its body of its innocent life. He could hear the screams of the other child who he planned to finish off next. He was in no hurry. Even after being starved he was quicker and stronger than some scrawny 13 year old. He finished and let the limp body fall to the ground as he reached for the next one.

Adrian watched Braydons lifeless body lay on the ground, He was attempting to sprint up the wall of the hole, but it had rained earlier and the ground was soft, with tears streaming down his face he was grabbing anything that could possibly support him. He felt a cold hand grab his shoulder and pull him down in the dirt.

"please-e, p-please d-don't do th-this! I I've n-never done anyth-thing, I I wo-won't tell an-anyone... Please!" Adrian sobbed and pleaded with the non-dead dead man who held him down with potentially crippling strength. Frank pitied him and imagined himself as if he was the boy breaking down in front of him, he would probably be doing the same thing. But he needed food, he needed energy after all it had been a thousand years so he bit Adrian but he kept him alive, why? I don't know why but that's what he did. Piercing screams split the silent night. Frank pulled back and wiped his mouth, looking down on the pale faced boy, who was obviously in a tremendous amount of pain.

"What's your name kid?" Adrian was shocked and terrified, He held the wound on his neck and let out a sob.

"That's a very interesting name, for I have never heard that one before." Frank smiled to himself and picked up the boy. He climbed out of the hole with Adrian and made his way out of the graveyard.