Fallen Angel •Brallon•

Three

~8 AM~

I wake up, yawn and stretch. Time to make food! I get up and open my suitcase, I grab new clothes and change.

Once I'm down I start walking downstairs.

Hm... will he be upset if I cook?

"Nah, he'll be thankful," I jump and turn around.

Tyler stood there, leaning against the wall, arms crossed and just staring at me.

"O-Oh hi Tyler," I greet while beginning to wash my hands.

"Ello mate," well then...

"W-Why're you here?" I ask while drying my hands.

"Why're you here?" He growls back.

"I was sent here," I whisper.

"By?"

"My father..." Tyler sighs.

I turn around but he's gone, I turn back to the sink and Tyler is there in front of me.

"Poor Fallen Angel," another voice appears, I look around, no ones there.

"May I cook now?" I ask nervously.

"Fine." Tyler vanishes.

~

"What smells so- Whoa..." I put the rest of the pancakes on the plate.

"You made all this?!" Brendon asks in disbelief. I can't help but blush and smile.

"Yeah, I did," Brendon looks very happy.

"Thanks Dallon... by the way my ex is now coming over at one," he says before grabbing a plate and taking a bunch of food.

He sits down and stares at me. I stare back.

"Aren't you going to eat?" I quickly nod and take some food myself.

We begin eating. Brendon moans into the food, he swallows before speaking.

"You're so fucking good at cooking Dal," thank you...

I hum in response. We manage to eat all the food, I begin putting the dishes in the dishwasher.

"You don't have to do that Dallon, this is my house, I'm happy you're helping but like I said, you don't gotta-" he stops talking.

"Brendon, you know you won't want to do it later," it's Tyler.

"Uh, I'll be right back," he rubs off.

"Tyler," I hiss out.

Tyler appears with a smirk.

"Yes?"

"Stop," is all I say.

Tyler laughs before disappearing. I let out a whine. I walk to my bedroom and collapse on my bed.

I just want to go home...

See Ryan again, see my friends again...

Why did father have to place me here? Does he have God's permission?

I feel hot tears begin to roll down my cheeks. My wings try to escape my shirt, I squirm around before my shirt rips, my wings stretch out.

I miss being able to have my wings out.

I look around, their is a mirror in my room. I walk over and look at my wings.

Grey like a storm.

I also look paler.

I open my bag and grab my halo. It's just broken glass... I place it above my head and it stays there. I smile at my broken self, trying to make myself feel better.

My wings, dead, halo, broken, eyes, boring eyes... skin is paler.

Knock knock knock.

My head snaps to the side, I look up and grab my halo.

"Just wait!" I run to my bed, I shove my broken halo under the pillow and go under the blankets.

"Come in!" Brendon walks in.

He gives me a curious look.

"Ryan's on his way, please don't come out of this room till I say you can," why's he being nicer to me now?

This morning he was as well.

Strange...

I nod and he shuts the door.

The blinds close, everything goes dark. My heartbeat quickens, I grab my broken halo.

It shines a faded grey light. I look around.

A man stood on top of the ceiling. Fangs peeking out of his mouth.

"It's not as strange as you think Fallen One," the tiny hairs on the back of my neck rise. It's the voice from earlier.

Vampire.

"Please leave me," I beg.

"I thought angels were stronger than that, no wonder you're fallen," I squeeze my eyes shut.

"Please!" I cry out.

"I-I just want to go home! I didn't want anything like this to happen!" The vampire laughs.

"Then why're you here?"

"I'm gay! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I love men, I'm sorry I'm me. I can't change who I love, it's not a choice! I didn't want to get kicked out of Heaven! I never got to choose my path! I cannot live a sin! I cannot lie to a women I pretend to love, telling her I love her when I don't. Why can't I be me? Either way I'm living a sin," I cry out.

I feel a cold, dead hand on my shoulder.

"You know what Brendon taught me?" What Brendon taught him?

"What?"

"Love is not a choice. You being gay shouldn't be a sin, I may be a sinner myself," he chuckles.

"But being gay, like you said, it's not our fault we're born that way," the vampire speaks softly.

"He knows you're talking to me right now. He always finds things out, Tyler is his best friend, Josh has respect. Don't judge Tyler though he's a very big sinner, he's been through a lot."

"Like what?..." I ask curiously, I open my eyes now.

"Josh isn't real remember?" He speaks again.

"I remember him saying that."

"Tyler was... Depressed. Josh was a 'vision' a 'voice'  Tyler ended up having sex with Josh, burned down his treehouse, even before Tyler's mind was never safe. Apparently Tyler went straight down to hell. We all think Josh took him. We can only hear him but only Tyler can see him. Well, so we thought, you can, we don't know how it works but, yeah," He explains.

"Oh..."

"Yeah... well I have to go find my boyfriend, if you smell dog, call me, he's probably peeing on Ryan's shoes or something," the vampire laughs.

"Oh, before I go, my names Gerard. Gerard Way. As you can see in a vampire, if you haven't guessed, my boyfriend Frank, WHO WON'T COME THE FUCK OUT OF HIS HIDING SPOT, is a werewolf!" I nod.

"Nice to meet you Gerard," we shake each other's hands."

"Oh, one last thing. I can sense you're starting to like Brendon. Don't break his heart or you'll regret it."

What?

I don't like Brendon, I like my Ryan...

But...

He's gone isn't he?

Shush Dallon!

You like Ryan and that's final.

But Brendon is cute...

A/N get to know some spirits in the house m8