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Zacky Vengeance’s POV

Cold, is all I feel. Red is all I see. Blood is all I taste. Death, is all I smell. Screaming of pain, is all I desire to hear. Why, because I’m a vampire. Simple. I crave for warm blood to heat my freezing body, and thirst for the blood on my fangs, to be lapped up by my tongue. And I find it very insulting that people whine about it, “Oh, I can‘t age!” “Eww, I have to drink blood.” “Brrr, I‘m cold.” Well, you know what I say. Fuck you! Being a vampire is the best thing that happened to me in my life. When my parents found out I was gay, they threw me out on the streets to die. And I had almost died, until…he saved me….Him being Synyster Gates. I was on the verge of starvation, and he saved me by turning me into a vampire. Which I thank him everyday for. And I’ve been a vampire for about 2 months, and killed 99 people so far, almost beats Syn’s record. And now I await my 100th victim. And I am very picky on who I choose to kill….

  It was nearing the end of September, the chilly winds are sweeping though the streets of New Jersey. The smell of fallen leaves and pinecones hung in the air, quite refreshing. Syn wiped a small dribble of blood off his chin with the back of his sleeve.

  “So who are you going to kill here?” Syn asked, fixing his black hat.

  “I don’t know, I killed a girl last time we were here, so maybe I’ll kill a guy this time.” I said, my electric green eyes scanning the silent streets. “I‘ll find someone tomorrow,” I muttered, my eyes moving toward the night sky, with was hard to see though the thick clouds. Damn, this place is depressing, why would someone want to live here?

  “Well you better get your last kill tomorrow,” Synyster chuckled. “tomorrow is the last day of September.”

  “Don‘t worry I‘ll get that kill,” I smirked, exposing a set of perfect white fangs. I watched as Syn’s hazel eyes looked towards the sky.

  “Well, dawn is approaching, let’s go.” He jumped off the tree we been perched on, and I followed him down, landing gracefully on my feet. Syn’s hand intertwined with my fingerless gloved-hand and we raced to the old cemetery we were staying at.

****
Next morning
*****

Frank Iero’s POV.

  I hate my life, I hate my life, I HATE MY FUCKING LIFE! I repeated in my head. I groaned and slammed my head on the desk. Gerard gave me a concerned look.

  “Frank, are you okay?” He whispered to me, trying not to get caught by the teacher.

“No Gee, I‘m not o-fucking-kay…” I muttered.

  “You‘ll tell me about this later, won‘t you?” No.

  “Sure.” I muttered half heartedly. I grabbed a fistful of my black hair, and tugged at it stressfully. I must of fell asleep, because the next thing I knew, Gerard was shaking my shoulders telling me to wake up.

  “Ugh…5 more minutes…” I mumbled pushing his hands away.

  “No, because that’s all the time they allows us to get to lunch.” Gee said, I could tell he rolled his eyes when I gave him the finger. Gerard then lifted me and held me in his arms like a groom would do a bride. I could feel my cheeks grow hot. I did the only intelligent thing I could think of, hide my face by putting my skelly fingerless-gloved hands over my blushing cheeks. Gerard laughed. Curse my small size.

  “You’re so cute.” he said, and attempted to pinch my cheeks, I batted his hand away and whined.

  “Nooooo!” Gerard just chuckled at put my down, but my legs wobbled slightly causing me to fall forward into his chest. I looked up toward him, my face redder then ever and my lips only inches away from his.

  “Hey no sex during school!” A voice called, my blood turned to ice in my veins. I quickly pushed Gerard away, sweat dotting my forehead. That’s when I realized, it was Mikey who said that.

  “Aww, you‘re such a joy kill Mikes” Gerard pouted, god I loved it when he did that…

  “yeah, yeah.” Mikey laughing, “that’s why you guys keep me around.”

  “Suuuuure.”

  “Alright, let‘s go guys,” Gerard said. “Ray and Bob aren‘t going to keep our spots in line ”

  “Yeah” Mikey agreed, “Though Bob might beat up the people who tried to.” He laughed, Gee laughed too. We made our way out of the classroom and to the Dinning Hall. I trailed behind them, my eyes glued to the floor. We finally got to the lunch room, (3 minutes after the bell rang) And Bob and Ray were waiting at the table.

  “What you didn‘t save us a spot in the line?” Mikey whined.

  “Nope, Bob was hungry and got tired of waiting.” The fro’d teen said, pointing his spork at the blond, who grunted.

  “Well, now I know not to stand in front of Bob and food.” Mikey said jokingly. Bob couldn’t help but to smile slightly.

  “I thought the rule was, never stand in front of Bob when there are a basket of kittens in front of him.”  I chuckled. Bob’s face turned red in embarrassment, the big bad ass at school…loves cats. I honestly thought it was cute, but he saw it differently.

  “Shhhhh! Frank!” Bob growled angrily, and pointed to the chair, commanding me to sit. Mikey, Gerard and I all sat down.

  “Alright, Frankie,” Gee started, “tell me what’s wrong.” His hazel eyes burrowing into my eyes. If I lied he would know…I signed, and began telling them what happened.

****

Zacky’s POV.

  I looked around the dark mausoleum, bored out of my freakin’ mind.

  “Do you have something to say, Vengeance?” Matt muttered darkly from the corner.

  “No~” I replied my boredom practically dripped off the words. Syn put a hand on my shoulder.

  “Dude, chill, dusk is coming in about…4 hours…” I groaned, slamming my head on  the stone walls.

  “Man! I want to kill something so bad!” I muttered, getting as desperate as killing ant that crossed my path.

  “Well, don‘t we all??” The Rev said, scratching his wild black hair. Johnny coughed slightly. “Er, most of us…” I walked next to Johnny putting my arm around his shoulders.

  “Ya‘know Johnny, You‘ll have to kill someone eventually.”
I muttered dangerously in his ear, causing him to shiver.

  “Hey! Leave him the fuck alone!” The Reverend snarled, exposing his fangs, which were slightly chipped from the many brawls he’d been through. I put my hands up in defense. His intense eyes glaring at me up and down.

  “Whoa, chill man…”

  The Rev put his arm around Johnny and pulled him close, letting Johnny lay his head on his shoulder. I then turned to find Synyster at my side. He put his arm around my waist.

  “Aww, they‘re in love.” He whispered in my ear, his hot breath ghosting over my neck. I looked up at him, his hazel eyes soft, but the black marks running down his eyes made them seem cruel. I touched the black bars that were under my eyes, that’s what happens when you become a vampire. You gain a black mark some where on you face, mostly your eyes. Johnny just has a vertical line over his eyes, the Rev has a series of black dots over his eyes, and Matt…I don’t really know, he’s always wearing his dark sunglasses, I think The Rev is the only guy who ever seen Shadow’s eyes. I nuzzled my face in Synyster’s rock hard chest. He stroked the patch of blue hair on the back of my head.

  “Soon,” he whispered. I sighed in his chest. Ugh, I hate the sun...

******
After school
******

  I blinked and looked out the mausoleum door, the sky was a pale orange with pink streaks. It was a gorgeous day to kill. Syn put a hand on my shoulder, and smiled.

  “And don‘t come back until you got that 100th kill,” He said jokingly. I rolled my eyes at him.

  “Oh you know I won’t!” And with that I zipped out into the pre night, fangs throbbing for some flesh.

~

  I climbed a tree and scanned the area, the school must be letting the students out cause the streets were littered with teens. I squinted my eyes, none of these victims seem to catch my eyes. I sighed, displeased. That’s when I noticed two teens walking side by side, my green eyes widen. Yes! The guy is perfect!

  He had long black hair, that framed his perfect head, gentle hazel eyes, a smile that would make angels jealous. I grinned widely. I was prepared to stalk him when he waved to his friend and I caught a glimpse of his friend. My mouth opened lightly, Now this guy was prefect! He was shorter then his friend, but he was cute, he had dark forest eyes rimmed with black eye liner, a baby face that held on to the few strands of innocents left, his black hair fell gracefully over olive oil skin, and a soft smile to complete a perfect face. And he was all mine! The taller of the two, bent down and kissed his friend gently on the cheek, I scowled.

  “Back off, he‘s mine!” I growled under my breath. The short one began walking in the opposite as his friend, good. And lucky for me, we was heading down the road I took to get to the cemetery. My fangs pricked my bottom lip as I imagined me ripping his neck open a his warm blood pool into my mouth. I licked my fangs, soon… I jumped from the tree and got on my hands and feet, keeping low and keeping up with him at the same time. I crouched like a cat stalking a little mouse. Oh little mouse, you sure have strayed too far from home. I kept close to the fence, keeping to the shadows, my foot steps soundless as I slicked across the ground, silent, and agile. My eyes, now crimson, never once leaving the target.

  The clueless victim was almost to the cemetery, where he would soon join the other corpses. The teem made a noise in the back of his throat. I titled my head, it sounded like he was…crying?  He stopped, wiping his eyes with the back of his fingerless gloves, I looked at the ground, noticing the tears reached the concrete. I looked back up and he continued walking. I slowly followed him, feeling slightly guilty…only slightly. He finally reached the cemetery, I smirked. Finally, I can kill him! I rouse to my feet, towering over him, he turn around his green eyes, darkened from tears, were wide with fear.

  “Wh- what?” He choked out. I grinned, showing him my glistening fangs. He took a step back, toward the cemetery, toward his death.

  “No use running, I will find you.” I promised. He looked around franticly, like a baby rabbit staring into the eyes of a fox. He then turned and ran into the cemetery. I love fast food! I smiled and ran after him with greater speed. I caught up to him in minutes, I jumped and landed on his back, sending him to the dirt face first. I dug the palms of my hands into his shoulder blades.

  “No running now.” I whispered in his ear, with had a very nice piecing in it.

  “I love you dad.” He sobbed, pitifully. I growled, my eyes narrowing.

  “I‘m NOT your father! Hell, I’m barely over 20!” I snarled. The teen didn’t answer, only kept his hand on the marble tomb stone in front of him. I looked at the stone.

     Frank Joseph Iero

  “… That‘s your father?” I asked, and I got to admit, my voice seemed pretty soft. He nodded. I paused.

  “Well, that sure sucks. So you want a quick death I presume.” I said, petting his soft black hair. He breathed, and nodded.

  “Please…” He almost sounded like he was begging for it. “I just want it all to end, the only one in my family that every cared about me is dead, my mom won‘t look at me anymore, I might as well be living in the streets!” He cried. That last part hit me hard.

  “What about you‘re mom?” I asked.

  “She a homophobe, and she doesn‘t want a ‘sinner’ like me in the house, so usually I go home when my mom‘s not home, or I stay at Gerard‘s house…”  I nodded sadly. I can get what he’s feeling. I got off him and helped him up. “you‘re not going to kill me?” He asked, sounding slightly disappointed. I shook my head.

  “No, but I could make your life better.” I whispered, holding his chin gently between my thumb and index finger and I lifted his head up, our lips only millimeters apart. I slowly closed my eyes, I'd rather feel the kiss then see it. Just as our lips brushed each other's he screams. My eyes snapped open, I looked around franticly, my black hair slinging in front of my vision. Their Johnny stood, his icy eyes glaring at me. His sharpened nails lodged into the teens back.

  “One,” He whispered, almost inaudibly. I snarled at him.

  “What the fuck Christ?!” I roared, pushing Johnny in the chest and away from the younger teen.

  “Aww, you‘re in love!” He sneered sarcastically in my face. I grabbed Johnny by his throat, my black nails digging into his cold soft flesh, his blood dribbling through my fingers.

  “I will kill you!” I muttered with full wrath. Johnny cough, spitting a watt of blood on my cheek. “Bastard,” I hissed.

  “You better…go to him…before he…looses…blood.” Johnny Christ wheezed between breaths. I though him into a tombstone, and he landed with a CRACK! I ignored him and went by the short teen. I scooped him up in my arms. I moved the bangs from his face, his green eyes, barely open. He smiled slightly, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

  “Is my life better now?” He choked. I shook my head, biting my lip ring.

  “This wasn‘t suppose to happen.”

  “Ngh…” he groaned, his head falling limp. I cursed loudly. I quickly pressed my wrist to my lips and scrapped my teeth along the flesh, cool streams of blood forming. I pressed my bloody wrist to his lips.

  “C‘mon! Drink it!” I shouted, no response. “dammit!” I then pried his lips open and forces my wrist into his mouth, letting my sinned blood go down his throat. I waited till the wound stopped bleed and I removed my wrist from his mouth. One of his eyes opened, and peered at me.

  “Are you an angel?” He rasped. I didn’t answer. “please, tell me your name…”

  “Zacky Vengeance…” He smiled,

  “Heh, pretty weird name for an angel…” He took in a raspy breath. “I‘m Frank Iero…” and his eyes slowing began to close, as the moon arose to the sky. I ran my hand though his dark hair. He’s mistaking…I’m not angel…he’s the angel… But I could only hope he lived to hear me say that to him.

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Zacky Vengeance’s POV

Cold, is all I feel. Red is all I see. Blood is all I taste. Death, is all I smell. Screaming of pain, is all I desire to hear. Why, because I’m a vampire. Simple. I crave for warm blood to heat my freezing body, and thirst for the blood on my fangs, to be lapped up by my tongue. And I find it very insulting that people whine about it, “Oh, I can‘t age!” “Eww, I have to drink blood.” “Brrr, I‘m cold.” Well, you know what I say. Fuck you! Being a vampire is the best thing that happened to me in my life. When my parents found out I was gay, they threw me out on the streets to die. And I had almost died, until…he saved me….Him being Synyster Gates. I was on the verge of starvation, and he saved me by turning me into a vampire. Which I thank him everyday for. And I’ve been a vampire for about 2 months, and killed 99 people so far, almost beats Syn’s record. And now I await my 100th victim. And I am very picky on who I choose to kill….

  It was nearing the end of September, the chilly winds are sweeping though the streets of New Jersey. The smell of fallen leaves and pinecones hung in the air, quite refreshing. Syn wiped a small dribble of blood off his chin with the back of his sleeve.

  “So who are you going to kill here?” Syn asked, fixing his black hat.

  “I don’t know, I killed a girl last time we were here, so maybe I’ll kill a guy this time.” I said, my electric green eyes scanning the silent streets. “I‘ll find someone tomorrow,” I muttered, my eyes moving toward the night sky, with was hard to see though the thick clouds. Damn, this place is depressing, why would someone want to live here?

  “Well you better get your last kill tomorrow,” Synyster chuckled. “tomorrow is the last day of September.”

  “Don‘t worry I‘ll get that kill,” I smirked, exposing a set of perfect white fangs. I watched as Syn’s hazel eyes looked towards the sky.

  “Well, dawn is approaching, let’s go.” He jumped off the tree we been perched on, and I followed him down, landing gracefully on my feet. Syn’s hand intertwined with my fingerless gloved-hand and we raced to the old cemetery we were staying at.

****
Next morning
*****

Frank Iero’s POV.

  I hate my life, I hate my life, I HATE MY FUCKING LIFE! I repeated in my head. I groaned and slammed my head on the desk. Gerard gave me a concerned look.

  “Frank, are you okay?” He whispered to me, trying not to get caught by the teacher.

“No Gee, I‘m not o-fucking-kay…” I muttered.

  “You‘ll tell me about this later, won‘t you?” No.

  “Sure.” I muttered half heartedly. I grabbed a fistful of my black hair, and tugged at it stressfully. I must of fell asleep, because the next thing I knew, Gerard was shaking my shoulders telling me to wake up.

  “Ugh…5 more minutes…” I mumbled pushing his hands away.

  “No, because that’s all the time they allows us to get to lunch.” Gee said, I could tell he rolled his eyes when I gave him the finger. Gerard then lifted me and held me in his arms like a groom would do a bride. I could feel my cheeks grow hot. I did the only intelligent thing I could think of, hide my face by putting my skelly fingerless-gloved hands over my blushing cheeks. Gerard laughed. Curse my small size.

  “You’re so cute.” he said, and attempted to pinch my cheeks, I batted his hand away and whined.

  “Nooooo!” Gerard just chuckled at put my down, but my legs wobbled slightly causing me to fall forward into his chest. I looked up toward him, my face redder then ever and my lips only inches away from his.

  “Hey no sex during school!” A voice called, my blood turned to ice in my veins. I quickly pushed Gerard away, sweat dotting my forehead. That’s when I realized, it was Mikey who said that.

  “Aww, you‘re such a joy kill Mikes” Gerard pouted, god I loved it when he did that…

  “yeah, yeah.” Mikey laughing, “that’s why you guys keep me around.”

  “Suuuuure.”

  “Alright, let‘s go guys,” Gerard said. “Ray and Bob aren‘t going to keep our spots in line ”

  “Yeah” Mikey agreed, “Though Bob might beat up the people who tried to.” He laughed, Gee laughed too. We made our way out of the classroom and to the Dinning Hall. I trailed behind them, my eyes glued to the floor. We finally got to the lunch room, (3 minutes after the bell rang) And Bob and Ray were waiting at the table.

  “What you didn‘t save us a spot in the line?” Mikey whined.

  “Nope, Bob was hungry and got tired of waiting.” The fro’d teen said, pointing his spork at the blond, who grunted.

  “Well, now I know not to stand in front of Bob and food.” Mikey said jokingly. Bob couldn’t help but to smile slightly.

  “I thought the rule was, never stand in front of Bob when there are a basket of kittens in front of him.”  I chuckled. Bob’s face turned red in embarrassment, the big bad ass at school…loves cats. I honestly thought it was cute, but he saw it differently.

  “Shhhhh! Frank!” Bob growled angrily, and pointed to the chair, commanding me to sit. Mikey, Gerard and I all sat down.

  “Alright, Frankie,” Gee started, “tell me what’s wrong.” His hazel eyes burrowing into my eyes. If I lied he would know…I signed, and began telling them what happened.

****

Zacky’s POV.

  I looked around the dark mausoleum, bored out of my freakin’ mind.

  “Do you have something to say, Vengeance?” Matt muttered darkly from the corner.

  “No~” I replied my boredom practically dripped off the words. Syn put a hand on my shoulder.

  “Dude, chill, dusk is coming in about…4 hours…” I groaned, slamming my head on  the stone walls.

  “Man! I want to kill something so bad!” I muttered, getting as desperate as killing ant that crossed my path.

  “Well, don‘t we all??” The Rev said, scratching his wild black hair. Johnny coughed slightly. “Er, most of us…” I walked next to Johnny putting my arm around his shoulders.

  “Ya‘know Johnny, You‘ll have to kill someone eventually.”
I muttered dangerously in his ear, causing him to shiver.

  “Hey! Leave him the fuck alone!” The Reverend snarled, exposing his fangs, which were slightly chipped from the many brawls he’d been through. I put my hands up in defense. His intense eyes glaring at me up and down.

  “Whoa, chill man…”

  The Rev put his arm around Johnny and pulled him close, letting Johnny lay his head on his shoulder. I then turned to find Synyster at my side. He put his arm around my waist.

  “Aww, they‘re in love.” He whispered in my ear, his hot breath ghosting over my neck. I looked up at him, his hazel eyes soft, but the black marks running down his eyes made them seem cruel. I touched the black bars that were under my eyes, that’s what happens when you become a vampire. You gain a black mark some where on you face, mostly your eyes. Johnny just has a vertical line over his eyes, the Rev has a series of black dots over his eyes, and Matt…I don’t really know, he’s always wearing his dark sunglasses, I think The Rev is the only guy who ever seen Shadow’s eyes. I nuzzled my face in Synyster’s rock hard chest. He stroked the patch of blue hair on the back of my head.

  “Soon,” he whispered. I sighed in his chest. Ugh, I hate the sun...

******
After school
******

  I blinked and looked out the mausoleum door, the sky was a pale orange with pink streaks. It was a gorgeous day to kill. Syn put a hand on my shoulder, and smiled.

  “And don‘t come back until you got that 100th kill,” He said jokingly. I rolled my eyes at him.

  “Oh you know I won’t!” And with that I zipped out into the pre night, fangs throbbing for some flesh.

~

  I climbed a tree and scanned the area, the school must be letting the students out cause the streets were littered with teens. I squinted my eyes, none of these victims seem to catch my eyes. I sighed, displeased. That’s when I noticed two teens walking side by side, my green eyes widen. Yes! The guy is perfect!

  He had long black hair, that framed his perfect head, gentle hazel eyes, a smile that would make angels jealous. I grinned widely. I was prepared to stalk him when he waved to his friend and I caught a glimpse of his friend. My mouth opened lightly, Now this guy was prefect! He was shorter then his friend, but he was cute, he had dark forest eyes rimmed with black eye liner, a baby face that held on to the few strands of innocents left, his black hair fell gracefully over olive oil skin, and a soft smile to complete a perfect face. And he was all mine! The taller of the two, bent down and kissed his friend gently on the cheek, I scowled.

  “Back off, he‘s mine!” I growled under my breath. The short one began walking in the opposite as his friend, good. And lucky for me, we was heading down the road I took to get to the cemetery. My fangs pricked my bottom lip as I imagined me ripping his neck open a his warm blood pool into my mouth. I licked my fangs, soon… I jumped from the tree and got on my hands and feet, keeping low and keeping up with him at the same time. I crouched like a cat stalking a little mouse. Oh little mouse, you sure have strayed too far from home. I kept close to the fence, keeping to the shadows, my foot steps soundless as I slicked across the ground, silent, and agile. My eyes, now crimson, never once leaving the target.

  The clueless victim was almost to the cemetery, where he would soon join the other corpses. The teem made a noise in the back of his throat. I titled my head, it sounded like he was…crying?  He stopped, wiping his eyes with the back of his fingerless gloves, I looked at the ground, noticing the tears reached the concrete. I looked back up and he continued walking. I slowly followed him, feeling slightly guilty…only slightly. He finally reached the cemetery, I smirked. Finally, I can kill him! I rouse to my feet, towering over him, he turn around his green eyes, darkened from tears, were wide with fear.

  “Wh- what?” He choked out. I grinned, showing him my glistening fangs. He took a step back, toward the cemetery, toward his death.

  “No use running, I will find you.” I promised. He looked around franticly, like a baby rabbit staring into the eyes of a fox. He then turned and ran into the cemetery. I love fast food! I smiled and ran after him with greater speed. I caught up to him in minutes, I jumped and landed on his back, sending him to the dirt face first. I dug the palms of my hands into his shoulder blades.

  “No running now.” I whispered in his ear, with had a very nice piecing in it.

  “I love you dad.” He sobbed, pitifully. I growled, my eyes narrowing.

  “I‘m NOT your father! Hell, I’m barely over 20!” I snarled. The teen didn’t answer, only kept his hand on the marble tomb stone in front of him. I looked at the stone.

     Frank Joseph Iero

  “… That‘s your father?” I asked, and I got to admit, my voice seemed pretty soft. He nodded. I paused.

  “Well, that sure sucks. So you want a quick death I presume.” I said, petting his soft black hair. He breathed, and nodded.

  “Please…” He almost sounded like he was begging for it. “I just want it all to end, the only one in my family that every cared about me is dead, my mom won‘t look at me anymore, I might as well be living in the streets!” He cried. That last part hit me hard.

  “What about you‘re mom?” I asked.

  “She a homophobe, and she doesn‘t want a ‘sinner’ like me in the house, so usually I go home when my mom‘s not home, or I stay at Gerard‘s house…”  I nodded sadly. I can get what he’s feeling. I got off him and helped him up. “you‘re not going to kill me?” He asked, sounding slightly disappointed. I shook my head.

  “No, but I could make your life better.” I whispered, holding his chin gently between my thumb and index finger and I lifted his head up, our lips only millimeters apart. I slowly closed my eyes, I'd rather feel the kiss then see it. Just as our lips brushed each other's he screams. My eyes snapped open, I looked around franticly, my black hair slinging in front of my vision. Their Johnny stood, his icy eyes glaring at me. His sharpened nails lodged into the teens back.

  “One,” He whispered, almost inaudibly. I snarled at him.

  “What the fuck Christ?!” I roared, pushing Johnny in the chest and away from the younger teen.

  “Aww, you‘re in love!” He sneered sarcastically in my face. I grabbed Johnny by his throat, my black nails digging into his cold soft flesh, his blood dribbling through my fingers.

  “I will kill you!” I muttered with full wrath. Johnny cough, spitting a watt of blood on my cheek. “Bastard,” I hissed.

  “You better…go to him…before he…looses…blood.” Johnny Christ wheezed between breaths. I though him into a tombstone, and he landed with a CRACK! I ignored him and went by the short teen. I scooped him up in my arms. I moved the bangs from his face, his green eyes, barely open. He smiled slightly, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

  “Is my life better now?” He choked. I shook my head, biting my lip ring.

  “This wasn‘t suppose to happen.”

  “Ngh…” he groaned, his head falling limp. I cursed loudly. I quickly pressed my wrist to my lips and scrapped my teeth along the flesh, cool streams of blood forming. I pressed my bloody wrist to his lips.

  “C‘mon! Drink it!” I shouted, no response. “dammit!” I then pried his lips open and forces my wrist into his mouth, letting my sinned blood go down his throat. I waited till the wound stopped bleed and I removed my wrist from his mouth. One of his eyes opened, and peered at me.

  “Are you an angel?” He rasped. I didn’t answer. “please, tell me your name…”

  “Zacky Vengeance…” He smiled,

  “Heh, pretty weird name for an angel…” He took in a raspy breath. “I‘m Frank Iero…” and his eyes slowing began to close, as the moon arose to the sky. I ran my hand though his dark hair. He’s mistaking…I’m not angel…he’s the angel… But I could only hope he lived to hear me say that to him.