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And One Thing Led To Another - Chapter 1

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Banter To A Falter

GERARD gazed at his brother adoringly. Heck, he may be seventeen, but Mikey would always be Gerard’s baby brother. Said baby brother was currently deep in sleep, his mouth opened slightly as stifled snores escaped from time to time. He almost looked cute… almost.

Gerard smiled. He loved his brother, which was precisely why he needed to do this:

“Wake up fucker!” Gerard yelled as he launched himself onto his startled sibling. He landed right on top of Mikey, earning a furious gasp.

“What the fuck Gerard!” Mikey yelled.

“Good morning sunshine! Ya miss me?” Gerard asked, grinning broadly. He couldn’t help but laugh at Mikey’s unruly brown hair as he positioned himself so that he held most of his weight propped on his elbow while still draping over the now pissed Mikey.

“I did… right up until the moment you winded me you ass.” Mikey groaned, crossing his arms.

“Aw c’mon Mikes, don’t be that way. I only wanted to say hi.” Gerard pouted, earning an exasperated eye-roll from the younger Way.

“Is that so?” Mikey asked, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

“Yeah. Hi!” Gerard answered, flopping all his weight onto Mikey earning yet another groan.

“Gerard, fuck off. You’re making me cold.” Mikey whined.

“Hey, c’mon now. You know I can’t help it.” It was Gerard’s turn to cross his arms.

Mikey instantly regretted the complaint. It had been seven years since his older brother had been attacked and turned. You’d think he’d be used to the cold skin that came with the transformation, but alas, it was not something one could get used to quickly. Especially when exposed to it after being wrapped in his cozy confines of blankets.

“Sorry, Gee.” He offered a small, apologetic smile to the older of the two.

“Nah it’s all good. I’d be pissed too.” Gerard shrugged.

The two sat in silence for a while staring at the ceiling. The Way brothers had always been close, ever since they were toddlers. Practically inseparable. However, sharing their secret had made the bond even stronger which may come to a surprise to some people, but the Way brothers didn’t see any other outcome. They were too close.

But then again, not every sibling could say they got to keep such a large and dangerously precarious secret. How many kids had a vampire as an older brother?

No, Gerard wasn’t a ‘Dracula’ type vampire, an ‘Interview With A Vampire’ type, a ‘Vampire Diaries’ one, nor was he one of those weird ‘Twilight’ vamps. He was a real-life, un-living creature of the night… well, a creature in general. He could walk in sunlight perfectly fine; thank you very much. He was just incredibly susceptible to sunburn. His skin was incredibly pale – Mikey liked to call him Snow White because of the whole “skin as white as snow and hair as black as ebony” even if his hair was dyed at the moment – and exceptionally flammable. He’d found that out the hard way (smoking was now far too risky, unfortunately). Yes, his hearing and eyesight were incredible, even his strength and speed were supernatural, heck he was even allowed to age!

Ageing is a very complicated scenario actually. You see, vampires, real vampires, can… enforce ageing. No, they cannot die – they are still immortal to sense after all – but if vampires really want to, they can implement ageing. It’s incredibly useful when wanting to fit it or stay in place for long periods. All one must do is will it to happen. It’s hard to explain, but it’s almost as if there is a switch that causes the time lapse. To age, one must ‘flick the switch on’, if that makes sense of course. To revert to the age at which the vampire was turned, they ‘switch it off’. To retain an age, the ‘switch’ is ‘held in the middle’. Please keep in mind that these are strange and simplistic analogies that do not give the art justice.

It had taken four years for Gerard to become aware of such an ability, one which he used as soon as possible. So instead of looking seven years older than Mikey, he looked three. However, despite all the marvellous pros, there was one large con that outweighed them. His lust for blood.

Gerard craved the stuff. Blood fuelled his being now, and he hated it. Vampires, to stay reasonably healthy complexioned, comfortable and supernaturally advantaged to the utmost extent needed to feed every two to three days. Slight problem, Gerard despised feeding. Hated it. He loathed that he had to make human beings living blood bags for his own unnatural survival. He hadn’t chosen vampirism. Vampirism chose him.

It had found him in an alleyway at his lowest of lows, close to blackout drunk and incredibly high on a multitude of drugs. He was heartbroken and full of self-loathing merely looking for a way to forget for a night no matter the cost in the morning. Or so he had thought. Any amount of heartbreak was preferable to the self-loathing Gerard currently lived, no, existed with. Or maybe endured... either way, there weren’t many positives, in his own belief, to being a vampire.

“Gee? Gerard.” Mikey said, demanding his brother’s attention with a shove. A shove that shouldn’t have even budged the older brother what with the supernatural strength and all. But it did. And it caused Mikey to frown. Now that he thought about it, Gerard was colder than usual. Sure, being vampire had meant far lower temperatures, but Gerard was icy.

“Gerard,” Mikey said, a slight whine in his tone.

“Huh?” Gerard asked, unaware that he had been enraptured in his own thoughts yet again.

“I was asking how the cabin and the cycle went. How Frank is?” Mikey answered, annoyance obvious in his voice.

“Oh… Yeah, it was fine. Well, the usual anyway. Nothing abnormal. Frank, on the other hand, is currently passed out on the couch. We had to use the cellar this time. One of the neighbouring cabins was occupied, so he’s a little bruised up. But he’ll heal.” Gerard said, frowning a little.

To some, the conversation would be, to say the least, but to the way brothers, it was a part of their lives now.

To add onto what is already pretty unbelievable, Gerard was not only the supernatural but dated it too. Frank, a short, tattooed man with a slight case of hyperactivity, was a werewolf. Not a ‘Vampire Diaries’ werewolf, a ‘Teen Wolf’ type of a ‘Harry Potter’ breed, but a living, breathing werewolf.

Of course, lycanthropy is the typical trait of wolfmen. (They wouldn’t be a werewolf if they didn’t, now would they?) Of every lunar cycle – which lasts twenty-nine days – three nights are overshone with a full moon. This is the trigger. Something the many pieces of entertainment in our culture got correct. For these three nights, a werewolf will undergo their transformation: An excruciating experience for the poor soul who endures body is being recreated. Joints and bones are dislocated, muscles are transformed, and insides are relocated as a wolf form is taken. At the crack of dawn, the transformation is reversed, and the pain is experienced once more. For all werewolves, hormones are maxed and raging as their body prepares for the inevitable torment. Mood swings are prominent while specific needs make themselves known, all causing a very roller coaster-like-week for our werewolf Frank.

The reason he was “passed out on the couch” as because over those three days, sleep was not something he came by easily. The wolf form runs wild on those full-mooned nights. Hunting where it wants, running where it pleases but always returning to the old cabin outside New Jersey located in a national park. It was the closest thing the boys could get to seclusion. Unfortunately, this park was open for hunting every once and a while – mainly winter – making it an exceedingly exhausting and challenging time of year for Frank.

You’d think that running around as a wolf through the forest would be more tiring for the man; however, it hated being caged – the wolf that is – and it fought for escape from the confinement of the underground cellar of the cabin for hours without end throughout the night. Throwing itself against the cold and unforgiving reinforced steel door and barricade, trying in vain to dig at the concrete flooring and fight against the rock walls. So, after nights like the past few where Frank had to be locked up for the safety of a neighbouring family and camping hunters close to the cabin’s radius, Frank awoke to find himself bruised, swollen, bloodied and sometimes still broken.

One of the perks to Frank’s supernatural curse was his healing ability. Unlike Gerard, who could only be harmed by another vampire and otherwise comes out of a physical complication unscathed, Frank is injured just as easily as anyone else… he just heals much faster. A broken arm is perfectly fine after a few hours, a small cut in only seconds and bruises within minutes to half an hour. But this all depended on his condition. After three gruelling nights of physical agony and little to no sleep (even during the day he only slept a couple hours before the emotions and need to move became too much to handle), healing became a little more time-consuming. Bruises taking hours; cut's up to a day and breaks multiple.

“And, how are you?” Mikey asked Gerard, concern evident on his pointed features.

“I’m fine Mikes. It’s hard listening to it, but Frank is the concern here.” Gerard shrugged.

“That’s not what I’m talking about Gee,” Mikey sighed. Gerard knew what Mikey meant, he was just ignoring it. His brother was asking about his feeding schedule, but he could lie.

“I’m fine. It hasn’t been long.”

“You can’t lie to me, Gerard.” Shit. Well, there does that theory. “Now when was the last time you fed.” Mikey raised his eyebrows, not letting his brother getting out of it that easily.

“Not long,” Gerard replied quietly, looking anywhere but at Mikey.

“Bullshit Gee. You’ve got dark rings around your eyes, your pale… well paler and you are literally like ice. Now, when did you last feed?”

Damn, he’s good. Gerard thought before sighing.

“It’s probably been a good week? Week ‘n’ a half? I’m not too sure…” Gerard rubbed the back of his neck as Mikey scolded him. Not verbally, just with eye-contact. He was good at it.

“Gerard, you need to eat. You remember the last time you went too long without bl-“

“Yeah, yeah! I get it.” Gerard snapped, cutting Mikey off before he could finish the sentence, “It’s just hard y’know? Like, I shudder just thinking about it.” A very similar shudder ran up his spine.

“Gee, you’ve done it a hundred times before. You’ll be fine. You know they forget.” Mikey reasoned.

“Ugh, I know.”

Vampires were able to make their victims forget about the wound left after feeding and the very experience. It was like a venom that was injected through their fangs into the puncture wounds of the bite site, 'blissing out' the victim before they finished. The victim was left in a dazed state for a certain amount of time after the vampire has finished feeding, giving said attacker enough time to flee the scene. This of course only occurs when the victim is left alive.

“It’s just hard to find someone. And don’t you dare give me the whole, “It’s winter, Gerard. The marks are covered,” speech because that is only part of the difficulty.” Gerard retorted, becoming defensive.

“I don’t sound like that,” Mikey muttered, “and I know. You’ve explained this to me before. But it’s still easier. Just go into a bar, bite an alone, drunk stranger and leave. It’s that easy.” Mikey knew it wasn’t that easy, but he put on the low-difficulty mask for his brother. Gerard had always been the same. When he was little, he’d hated it when his mum had killed even the smallest of insects in the house, crying that they should be set free instead. Now that he was the potential killer, it was tormenting.

Gerard snorted. “’That easy’ my ass.”

“I’ve asked you before, and I’ll ask again; why don’t you just feed on me?”

“Because you’re my brother Mikey! I’m not turning you into a food source. We’ve been over this.”

“Gerard, please. You look like shit, and your hands are beginning to shake. Just this once, do it. It doesn’t have to be much, just enough to give you a clear mind for when you go and feed tonight.” Mikey pushed. A small, smug feeling began to harbour in his mind. He could see Gerard and his resolve wavering.

“C’mon, just a little. It can just be from my wrist. It’s no biggie, and you know you’d do the same for me.” Mikey knew he had one. Gerard was biting his lip and wringing his hands. It was his signs of defeat and self-beratement.

Gerard sighed heavily, “Fine. But as soon as you get weirded out, you tell me okay? And as soon as the venom starts kicking in you stop me.”

“Yeah, okay.” Mikey nodded.

They’d done this once before. Him, Mikey and their parents were on holiday at their great aunt’s and were rooming with a multitude of cousins. Gerard was four years into his new life and attending the first family gathering in three years.

He’d graduated, made do with the little knowledge he had of his new lifestyle and had just figured out how to start ageing again because despite being twenty-one, he still looked seventeen.

Mikey had just turned fifteen and knew about Gerard and his vampirism. He’d thought it was the coolest thing in the world when overlooking the actual use of people.

It was an extended stay. Five weeks at a private estate connected to a beach in a mansion type household. The boy’s mother had begged Gerard to come along, and he eventually agreed. What he hadn’t decided too, however, was one visit into town. Which meant he’d have to starve himself for far longer than usual. Once he had gotten through the first two weeks, and the signs were beginning to really show. Gerard played it off as a cold, but Mikey knew that his older brother hadn’t fed. He knew his brother would feed once a week – they had worked out time-frames together – and the end of the second week a lot closer than the start.

He’d found Gerard in the middle of the day laying on the shared bunk, shivering despite the forty-degree heat. He looked as if he hadn’t slept in days - which wasn’t far off the mark – and strangely gaunt. How the rest of the family didn’t notice was astounding, but then again, none of them really paid him much mind. It had always been the same once he’d gotten a little older than twelve. He started delving into the world of art, darker imagery and more intense self-representation. The family began to treat him as an outcast and still did even at twenty-one.

Mikey had asked Gerard what the problem was, and in a heartbeat, Gerard admitted the problem. He was hiding away from everyone, so he didn’t lose control. He needed blood and didn’t know how to get it without a problem. (He hadn’t been allowed to take his car, his parents insisting he go with them – and he’d caved to that too). Mikey offered that he feed off him and it hadn’t taken much convincing.

And here they were again, the brothers undergoing a sense of déjà vu. Mikey offered his wrist to his brother, clenching his fist as he waited for the sharp stinging pain that he knew would occur. As Gerard held Mikey’s arm gingerly, slowly lowering his head towards the boy’s exposed wrist, Mikey started to hold his breath. Not just because of the pain that would come, but because of the feeling of euphoria he felt after being fed on for a while.

“Mikes, how are you gonna hide it at school?” Gerard asked suddenly, pulling back but the boy’s arm still in a light grip.

“I’ll just wear that Adidas wrist thing you gave me. It’s fine.”

“Okay,” Gerard answered almost absentmindedly as he lowered his head once more. Closing his eyes, he opened his mouth and exposed his fangs to the soft skin on the inside of Mikey’s wrist. He sighed a shaky breath before biting down and piercing the surface, a small flow of blood meeting his tongue.

Mikey hissed slightly as he felt his skin being punctured and then sucked on. Sure, it was weird, but he knew Gerard would do the same for him. He watched as Gerard began to breathe a little harder in between swallowing the small mouthfuls which were steadily increasing along with the grip on Mikey’s arm.

Gerard was now enraptured with the taste that flooded his mouth and groaned in content. His supernatural instincts took over causing him to sink his fangs deeper into Mikey’s wrist, moaning as the flow increased.

Mikey was now beginning to feel a slight wave of euphoria trickle into his mind. He’d barely noticed his brothers' grip tightening further, possibly causing bruises. He knew he needed to stop his brother now.

“Okay, Gee. That’s enough.” Mikey said, shaking his head willing the fuzzy feeling in his brain to go away. Gerard didn’t stop though as his breathing deepened.

“Gee… C’mon, stop now,” Mikey said, his voice becoming firmer. Still no response.

“Gerard!” He yelled.

Gerard’s eyes snapped open, his hazel eyes tinted red – a side effect while feeding. With a sharp intake of breath, Gerard unlatched his mouth from his brother's arm and sprung off the bed, slamming into the wall across the room.

“Fuck,” Gerard said shakily, a line of blood trailing down the side of his chin.

“Fuck! Shit, Mikey, I’m sorry. Fucking shit.” He apologised in between shaky breath and wrangling of his hair.

“Gerard. Gerard hey! It’s okay. It was only a little longer, I’m fine. Seriously.” Mikey said hastily, pressing a discarded shirt to his wrist.

“Better a little more from me than too much from someone else right?”

Gerard shook his head, “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“Dude it’s all good. No, go clean yourself up, I need a lift to school.”

“Yeah… Yeah okay. Be ready in fifteen?”

“You got it,” Mikey replied. He was already walking to the bathroom, his clothes and wristbands in hand and a bandage in mind, oh and a coffee.

“Gerard, can you make me a coffee?!”

“Yeah. Yeah of course!” Gerard answered. He was still a little out of it, especially after licking the blood off his chin. He’d almost lost control, and yet Mikey was still able to reassure him.

He walked to the kitchen, bypassing the couch to see Frank snoring.

Gerard smiled. He had a gorgeous boyfriend and a brother who seemed to care about his wellbeing far too much. He wondered how he could even deserve such people in his life.

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