Forsaken (1/?)
Title: Forsaken
Author: partyghoul
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
Rating: R (NC-17 later on)
POV: 3rd Person
Summary: After hiding in a tomb for 120 years, vampire Gerard is awoken by the sound of music only the early 2000’s posses. He takes over a fledgling band and becomes the most famous rock star of the day, writing music that speaks to everyone..even the most ancient of vampires. Frank tries to help Gerard fight the wrath of the undead, but can he save the only person he’s ever loved?
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters mentioned in this story.
Author Notes: All Chapter titles come from songs. (usually the song mentioned at the top)
Beta: Docta-Satan and lewiskingston
Warnings: Sex, violence, adult themes.
Chapter 1. I'm Coming Back From The Dead
In a dark, deserted cemetery, an empty breeze blows across the broken stones. Carriages being pulled by horses pass by the graveyard without even a second's hesitation. Among all of the decimated graves, the sound of stone grinding against stone can be heard. A figure emerges from one of the oldest tombs right before it leaps onto the roof and stands there in an eerie moonlit glow.
There comes a time for every vampire when the idea of eternity becomes momentarily unbearable...
The figure adjusts its heavy coat and stares out into the dark night.
The wounds suffered from lost love and failed friendships don't heal like a human's, but seem to only gape larger. The longing to be mortal returns, a longing for finiteness.
As the figure enters an alabaster tomb, the young vines on the side are growing faster and faster, becoming more out of control, completely covering the tomb as time flies by. Night turns to day and back again as the greenery around the cemetery takes over the forgotten graves.
In 1883 I suffered such a spell and decided to cease feeding on blood. Just lie in the earth and let time return to its natural state. I had hoped the sounds of the passing eras would fade out, and a kind of death might come upon me. A kind of forgetting where I would be healed from my wounds.
The clip-clop of horse's hooves dissolves into the thump and scrape of industrial engines.
But as I lay there, the sound didn't fade, but continued to grow with the world.
The buzzing of prop engines melts into the sound of jets streaming overhead. Cars, machines, radio broadcasts merge into a medley of music from this century; Jack Benny, Muddy Waters, Elvis, Hendrix, Sex Pistols.
Gradually, the world didn't sound like the place I had left, but something different...better... A new fearless attitude had possessed the world, brave and Godless. I began to wonder if it was not time to resurrect. But the thing that eventually brought me back, the decisive thing really, came like a bolt out of the blue.
Heavy guitar riffs and drum solos can be heard in the distance, reaching inside the now vine-covered tomb, raw and angry music echoing off of the walls. Slender hands with long, painted nails, Gothic rings, and a half-pound of silver bracelets play along to the music, getting lost. Long hair, body piercings, Celtic tattoos, and brightly colored nylon show a lot of pale, smooth flesh. In the confusion of glimpses, it's hard to tell who's a boy or girl, but they're all so young and beautiful, so full of life. Breaking through the cacophony of music, one guitar strums louder and louder than the rest. A scraping roar, like a band saw being twisted into the most gorgeous, powerful chords, almost religious in its emotion.
Music so sublime, so deeply vampiric, I had no doubt it could be heard in hell. I had no choice...it summoned me...
The music echoes about the stone chamber, thrumming a deep, life-giving pulse. Suddenly, the lid of a sarcophagus scrapes and slides to one side. The figure re-emerges from its tomb, carrying an ancient violin, its cape now in tatters, shoulders bent. He creeps across the cemetery in unnatural, staccato movements as if hindered by the physics of distance and time. All the while, the music plays, drawing the figure towards it.
The figure moves through the shadows, avoiding the spill of yellow light from the street lamps. Stopping in a darkened alleyway, he gasps for air, exhausted by his movements. He listens again to the mesmeric tune of the band in the distance when down the alley; he hears a voice calling out to him.
"Need a fix?"
The figure stares hungrily as the dealer shows a little parcel wrapped in foil. Stepping back into the shadows, the figure beckons the dealer to him. When the man approaches, the figure lets out a wild, animalistic cry and lunges towards the dealer in a flash of teeth and blood. The dealer is lying on the ground as the vampire gnaws at the dealer's neck, the music becoming louder and louder and it reaches a crescendo.
Once the vampire has his fill, he looks at his hands as the veins refill with blood, giving his skin a youthful tautness. Rising from his victim, the monster licks his bulbous, blood red lips while pushing away his thick, black hair from his face.
Whether it was that first meal, the music, or the 120 years of rest, I'm not sure, but suddenly, I was feeling better than ever. My appetite for living was voracious. My hearing so exact that I could locate precisely the source of the music...
The vampire emerges from the shadows in the dealer's tight fitting leather outfit. He looks up at an extremely run-down apartment.
My old home.
High in the attic, a single window glows with dim light. The entire building is shaking from the sound of the band playing upstairs. The room booms with music, speakers stacked on all sides, literally shaking the building down to its foundations. The band members stare at each other as if in some tantric trance as they play. A skinny blonde kid with glasses sways back and forth as his fingers climb up and down his bass. The lead guitarist doesn't even look at what his hands are doing as he plays a mind blowing riff while staring directly at the bassist. The drummer's thicker frame beats on his set, driving the other members further into the music.
It was hard to believe these beings were mortal, for they were so confident in their skin. Everything in my body wanted to be with them, I couldn't help myself.
Then, from somewhere in the room, an angelic voice begins to hum the most hypnotic melody over the tune, melting in exquisite harmony. Arching his neck in some higher ecstasy, the guitarist looks across the makeshift studio and suddenly stops playing.
"What the hell, Ray?"
Seeing Ray's stunned face, the other members turn to see the vampire perched like a raven on top of the stack of the speakers, eyes closed, still humming to the fading reverb of the guitars. The intruder slowly opens his cool grey eyes before speaking.
"Please, don't stop."
The drummer sets down his sticks and stands up. "What the fuck? How did you get in here?"
The vampire merely chuckles and cockily replies, "The door, of course."
Mikey and the drummer look at the door on the other side of the attic; they should have seen him come in. Ray stares at the vampire, quite taken by his handsome looks.
"Your music woke me from the longest sleep. It's sublime. In 120 years I've never heard anything quite like it.
Mikey opens and closes his mouth a few times, almost afraid to speak. "Who-who the hell are you?"
The question provoked an irresistible urge...
"You may call me the vampire Gerard."
The band looked completely stunned, half scared and half disbelieving.
It just rolled out of my mouth. With one simple sentence I had betrayed everything about my kind. Betrayed our code of secrecy, I should have been afraid of who might be coming to punish me, but I couldn't be bothered. I had more important matters to attend to.
"Your struggles are over," Gerard says before disappearing and ending up on the other side of the room in the blink of an eye. "All that you've ever dreamed of will be yours."
The three men turn around to see the vampire smiling at them, baring his sharp white fangs.
"What the hell is this?" Mikey was backing away farther and farther away from Gerard.
"This? Why it's your lucky day."
Everyone stares at the pale monster in front of them before the drummer breaks into a huge smile. "Cool! We got our very own vampire! I'm Bob, the skinny one is Mikey, and the one with the hair from hell is Ray."
Mikey and Ray look at each other, getting used to the idea before breaking into smiles themselves.
"Hey, Vampire Gerard, I've always wondered...Can vampires cut their hair?" Ray gave him a toothy grin.
Gerard looks at his matted locks and realizes his mane is much longer than any of the other guys he's seen in this century. "I didn't have a need for it in my time, the longer, the better. I suppose we should find out..."
Ray smiles before running into the other room to get some scissors.
"So I guess you'll need some more clothes as well, that get up isn't going to suit our music," Mikey tries to smile at Gerard, but seems incapable.
"I'm always open for change; I will change your lives if you will help me to change myself." Gerard steps further into the room and begins planning how he's going to become known to the world once again.
Chapter 2.
Author: partyghoul
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
Rating: R (NC-17 later on)
POV: 3rd Person
Summary: After hiding in a tomb for 120 years, vampire Gerard is awoken by the sound of music only the early 2000’s posses. He takes over a fledgling band and becomes the most famous rock star of the day, writing music that speaks to everyone..even the most ancient of vampires. Frank tries to help Gerard fight the wrath of the undead, but can he save the only person he’s ever loved?
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters mentioned in this story.
Author Notes: All Chapter titles come from songs. (usually the song mentioned at the top)
Beta: Docta-Satan and lewiskingston
Warnings: Sex, violence, adult themes.
Chapter 1. I'm Coming Back From The Dead
In a dark, deserted cemetery, an empty breeze blows across the broken stones. Carriages being pulled by horses pass by the graveyard without even a second's hesitation. Among all of the decimated graves, the sound of stone grinding against stone can be heard. A figure emerges from one of the oldest tombs right before it leaps onto the roof and stands there in an eerie moonlit glow.
There comes a time for every vampire when the idea of eternity becomes momentarily unbearable...
The figure adjusts its heavy coat and stares out into the dark night.
The wounds suffered from lost love and failed friendships don't heal like a human's, but seem to only gape larger. The longing to be mortal returns, a longing for finiteness.
As the figure enters an alabaster tomb, the young vines on the side are growing faster and faster, becoming more out of control, completely covering the tomb as time flies by. Night turns to day and back again as the greenery around the cemetery takes over the forgotten graves.
In 1883 I suffered such a spell and decided to cease feeding on blood. Just lie in the earth and let time return to its natural state. I had hoped the sounds of the passing eras would fade out, and a kind of death might come upon me. A kind of forgetting where I would be healed from my wounds.
The clip-clop of horse's hooves dissolves into the thump and scrape of industrial engines.
But as I lay there, the sound didn't fade, but continued to grow with the world.
The buzzing of prop engines melts into the sound of jets streaming overhead. Cars, machines, radio broadcasts merge into a medley of music from this century; Jack Benny, Muddy Waters, Elvis, Hendrix, Sex Pistols.
Gradually, the world didn't sound like the place I had left, but something different...better... A new fearless attitude had possessed the world, brave and Godless. I began to wonder if it was not time to resurrect. But the thing that eventually brought me back, the decisive thing really, came like a bolt out of the blue.
Heavy guitar riffs and drum solos can be heard in the distance, reaching inside the now vine-covered tomb, raw and angry music echoing off of the walls. Slender hands with long, painted nails, Gothic rings, and a half-pound of silver bracelets play along to the music, getting lost. Long hair, body piercings, Celtic tattoos, and brightly colored nylon show a lot of pale, smooth flesh. In the confusion of glimpses, it's hard to tell who's a boy or girl, but they're all so young and beautiful, so full of life. Breaking through the cacophony of music, one guitar strums louder and louder than the rest. A scraping roar, like a band saw being twisted into the most gorgeous, powerful chords, almost religious in its emotion.
Music so sublime, so deeply vampiric, I had no doubt it could be heard in hell. I had no choice...it summoned me...
The music echoes about the stone chamber, thrumming a deep, life-giving pulse. Suddenly, the lid of a sarcophagus scrapes and slides to one side. The figure re-emerges from its tomb, carrying an ancient violin, its cape now in tatters, shoulders bent. He creeps across the cemetery in unnatural, staccato movements as if hindered by the physics of distance and time. All the while, the music plays, drawing the figure towards it.
The figure moves through the shadows, avoiding the spill of yellow light from the street lamps. Stopping in a darkened alleyway, he gasps for air, exhausted by his movements. He listens again to the mesmeric tune of the band in the distance when down the alley; he hears a voice calling out to him.
"Need a fix?"
The figure stares hungrily as the dealer shows a little parcel wrapped in foil. Stepping back into the shadows, the figure beckons the dealer to him. When the man approaches, the figure lets out a wild, animalistic cry and lunges towards the dealer in a flash of teeth and blood. The dealer is lying on the ground as the vampire gnaws at the dealer's neck, the music becoming louder and louder and it reaches a crescendo.
Once the vampire has his fill, he looks at his hands as the veins refill with blood, giving his skin a youthful tautness. Rising from his victim, the monster licks his bulbous, blood red lips while pushing away his thick, black hair from his face.
Whether it was that first meal, the music, or the 120 years of rest, I'm not sure, but suddenly, I was feeling better than ever. My appetite for living was voracious. My hearing so exact that I could locate precisely the source of the music...
The vampire emerges from the shadows in the dealer's tight fitting leather outfit. He looks up at an extremely run-down apartment.
My old home.
High in the attic, a single window glows with dim light. The entire building is shaking from the sound of the band playing upstairs. The room booms with music, speakers stacked on all sides, literally shaking the building down to its foundations. The band members stare at each other as if in some tantric trance as they play. A skinny blonde kid with glasses sways back and forth as his fingers climb up and down his bass. The lead guitarist doesn't even look at what his hands are doing as he plays a mind blowing riff while staring directly at the bassist. The drummer's thicker frame beats on his set, driving the other members further into the music.
It was hard to believe these beings were mortal, for they were so confident in their skin. Everything in my body wanted to be with them, I couldn't help myself.
Then, from somewhere in the room, an angelic voice begins to hum the most hypnotic melody over the tune, melting in exquisite harmony. Arching his neck in some higher ecstasy, the guitarist looks across the makeshift studio and suddenly stops playing.
"What the hell, Ray?"
Seeing Ray's stunned face, the other members turn to see the vampire perched like a raven on top of the stack of the speakers, eyes closed, still humming to the fading reverb of the guitars. The intruder slowly opens his cool grey eyes before speaking.
"Please, don't stop."
The drummer sets down his sticks and stands up. "What the fuck? How did you get in here?"
The vampire merely chuckles and cockily replies, "The door, of course."
Mikey and the drummer look at the door on the other side of the attic; they should have seen him come in. Ray stares at the vampire, quite taken by his handsome looks.
"Your music woke me from the longest sleep. It's sublime. In 120 years I've never heard anything quite like it.
Mikey opens and closes his mouth a few times, almost afraid to speak. "Who-who the hell are you?"
The question provoked an irresistible urge...
"You may call me the vampire Gerard."
The band looked completely stunned, half scared and half disbelieving.
It just rolled out of my mouth. With one simple sentence I had betrayed everything about my kind. Betrayed our code of secrecy, I should have been afraid of who might be coming to punish me, but I couldn't be bothered. I had more important matters to attend to.
"Your struggles are over," Gerard says before disappearing and ending up on the other side of the room in the blink of an eye. "All that you've ever dreamed of will be yours."
The three men turn around to see the vampire smiling at them, baring his sharp white fangs.
"What the hell is this?" Mikey was backing away farther and farther away from Gerard.
"This? Why it's your lucky day."
Everyone stares at the pale monster in front of them before the drummer breaks into a huge smile. "Cool! We got our very own vampire! I'm Bob, the skinny one is Mikey, and the one with the hair from hell is Ray."
Mikey and Ray look at each other, getting used to the idea before breaking into smiles themselves.
"Hey, Vampire Gerard, I've always wondered...Can vampires cut their hair?" Ray gave him a toothy grin.
Gerard looks at his matted locks and realizes his mane is much longer than any of the other guys he's seen in this century. "I didn't have a need for it in my time, the longer, the better. I suppose we should find out..."
Ray smiles before running into the other room to get some scissors.
"So I guess you'll need some more clothes as well, that get up isn't going to suit our music," Mikey tries to smile at Gerard, but seems incapable.
"I'm always open for change; I will change your lives if you will help me to change myself." Gerard steps further into the room and begins planning how he's going to become known to the world once again.
Chapter 2.