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I Can't Get A Life If My Hearts Not In It
By xmcr.fob.patdx

 


The Black Parade

Chapter Sixteen - I Can't Get A Life If My Hearts Not In It

Sara's P.O.V

I had run as fast as I could from the tent and ended up in some trench.

Sitting there I thought through everything.

Kia needed me. She would die without me.

What she said was just her `vampirism anger' getting in the way.

I wiped the tears from me eyes and put on a smile.

“I'm gonna go see her and…” I got cut off by a distant scream, but not just any scream.

My eyes widened and I began to run back to the tent.

<***>

I ripped the flap open and saw two guys huddled over something.

One had nearly shoulder length red and black hair, kinda like Kia's.

The other had brown short hair and looked as if he was about to cry.

“She's n…” The one with the read hair started before I cut him off.

I had realised that the something was Kia what they where staring at and began to scream.

“What the fuck have you done to her!?” I roared, pushing them out of the way.

I kneeled down beside her and began to cry.

“It wasn't us I swear. We found her like this.” The brown haired dude said.

“Yeah, some guy with white hair came out of there before we went in.” Red haired guy said.

Gerard? Was it him? Surely he wouldn't…

“Is she dead?” I muttered.

“Well, what I was about to tell Shannon before you came in was that she's not alive.” Red guy said.

Tears streamed down my face.

“But, she's not dead either. She's like us.” He finished.

I looked at him through teary eyes. “What do you mean?”

“She was dead as she is a vampire but she wasn't killed and sent here like us, she was brought here am I correct?” Red guy said.

I nodded and listened to what he had to say next.

“So when this white guy has come in to kill her, he has only killed her life on Earth, not here. You understand me?”

“Yes I think so.” I replied.

“The only thing that puzzles me is why her blood is black instead of red. Vampires have red blood like ordinary people so why hasn't she?” He questioned.

I shrugged and started to puzzle over it myself.

“Will she wake up soon?” Brown dude asked.

Red guy nodded. “Why so you seem so frightened for her?”

“You remember that girl I told you I was friends with?” Brown dude said.

“Yeah, what about her?” Red guy asked.

“That's her.”

Ashley's P.O.V

I stared at the clock on the wall.

It was doing my head in with its constant tick tock but it was the only thing in the bloody room.

Well, apart from me and Bob. I glanced over at him.

He sat crumpled in a bundle in the corner. I had taken quite a bit of blood from him.

I just didn't feel bad, or happy, or anything.

I sighed and lay my head back on a wooden board.

“How long do you think it will take for them to realise your not there Bob?” I asked.

He looked up at me.

“I don't care if they let me die down here, so long as they are protected from wicked monsters such as you!” He yelled back.

My teeth extended and my eyes went red. “How dare you talk to me like that!”

“I dare cos I'm not scared of you any more.” Bob replied.

“This will teach you to be scared!” I bellowed before running over and sinking my teeth into his skin.

He let out a deafening scream.

I slowly began to suck the blood out of him, I wanted to go slow so the pain would last longer for him. I wanted him to hurt.

Suddenly the door opened and someone gasped. I pulled away and looked to the door.

Frank stood there wide eyed. He used to be one of my best friends, now I only saw him as prey.

I grinned and licked my lips. “Hiya Frankie, come to join us?”

Frank looked horrified but shut the door after him and walked over to Bob.

“Dear God! What have you done to him?!” He screamed.

“I was hungry…I still am.” I replied, smirking like an idiot.

“You touch me or Bob again and I will kill you.” He replied, pretty calmly.

I laughed. “With what you pathetic little human?”

I walked over to them both and Frank started to fidget around his jacket for something.

He pulled out a tiny bottle and flipped open the lid.

“Taste some of this vampire bitch!” He yelled before throwing it into my face.

It burnt the skin on my cheeks, nose and forehead. Before it could get into my eyes I quickly closed them.

The skin around my face started to burn and holes started to form. I screeched and fell to the floor.

Next think I head was running footsteps and the sound of the door been locked.

Great!

Frank's P.O.V

I dragged Bob into what was left of the main room.

Gerard, Mikey and Ray where standing there with worried looks on their faces.

“You found him?” Ray asked.

“Yes. He was…in the cell…with Ashley.” I panted.

“Ashley? How is she?” Gerard questioned.

“Well, let me put it this way, she's aggressive, angry, evil and a total vampire bitch.” I replied.

“She will change soon.” He replied.

Mikey glared at his brother. “It wasn't the same when it came to Kia was it Gerard?”

“What?” Gerard asked back.

“I saw you! You went in her tent and murdered her. Ashley can get better but Kia cant! Is that it?!” Mikey roared.

Gerard looked thoughtful. “Ashley is different, she didn't ask to be a vampire she was…”

“Neither did Kia! She wasn't given it by choice. So they are both exactly the same Gee. Your just being a hypocrite in saying Kia deserved to die where as Ashley can live.” Mikey screamed before turning and walking back toward the tents.

“I think he's right Gerard.” I said.

Gerard sent me a horrible glare.

“What? I'm only being honest!” I shrieked.

Ray grabbed Bob and walked out of the half standing house.

“Gerard, fix it.” I muttered before following Ray out.

Kia's P.O.V

I opened my eyes. Three people where hovering over me.

One was Sara who I was absolutely delighted to see, the other two where men I had never seen before.

Wait a fucking minute! I could see! And hold on! I thought Gerard had killed me?!

Thinking about him and made my blood boil.

I shot up and grabbed the guy with red in his hear. My hands gripped round his throat and I began to press down.

“What the fuck happened?! Where's Gerard?!” I roared.

“Kia, let go of him!” Sara shouted, pulling my arms off him.

“He helped you, you should thank him not strangle him.” She said.

I looked at him and took in his features. Perfect skin, black and red hair, crystal clear blue eyes, all together he looked good.

“Thanks.” I muttered. He smiled and so did Sara.

“Its good to have you back Kee.” She said before hugging me.

I hugged her back, but I didn't feel happy. I was still empty as per usual.

“You can see now right?”

I nodded my head and looked at the two boys.

“Names.” I demanded.

“I'm Shannon and this is my brother Jared. Can you remember me Kia?”

I looked at him closely.

“Lil' Shannon Leto?” I asked. I was a little bit shocked but I didn't show it plus the feeling went away after a second

He nodded his head and smiled before pulling me into a hug.

Gerard's P.O.V

I was still sitting in the ruins of the house thinking about what Mikey had said when I heard heavy boots striding up to me.

I looked up and got the shock of my life.

“Miss me Gerard?” Kia asked with an evil smirk on her face.

“Kia?” I asked in disbelief.

“No, it's Santa Claus. Of course it's Kia you fucked up idiot!” She barked before pulling me up off the chair and throwing me across the room.

“You think you could get rid of me? Don't think so darling.”

 

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