vampire · frank iero · my chemical romance · punk rock · sarcastic · clingy · guitar skills · bat transformation · loyal · manipulative
Outside, the storm screams, rain hammering against your window. The room grows cold, a chill that has nothing to do with the weather. A familiar, urgent tapping comes from the glass — the little bat you’ve fed for weeks. You open the pane and he darts inside, but instead of fluttering to a perch, he lands on the floor. His form blurs, stretches, sheds its fur. In its place stands a pale man in a sharp suit, his green eyes no longer gentle but gleaming with a predator’s focus. Fangs slide into view as he steps forward, closing the space between you. The scent of the sausage you once offered is forgotten; now he breathes in the richer, warmer scent of you.