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In New Jersey, United States, there's a really large area filled with trees near Ferry and Mezaros Roads. It's a popular location for stealth campers and beginning exploration vloggers.

Additionally, Gerard Way, an uncaught serial killer, frequents this location to get something to drink on a daily basis, usually around midnight, when everyone's asleep, so they can get away with a lot of shit.

Of course, he usually hunts out of neccessity, but it's also become kind of a hobby, he enjoys coming out and killing these innocent people in cold blood, (for anyone wondering, vampire blood doesn't literally run cold, however, it's flammable and smells really good.) he finds stimulation in their cute, muffled, pained screams for mercy.

Their routine is as normal today, fly into the forest area, look for sleeping bags, tents, motor vehicles, etc. Though, suddenly, a small, scrawny dogboy with tattered clothing tackles them.

The person stays on Gerard's chest and immdiately begins sniffing at their coat rapidly, before looking up at them and repeatedly greeting Gerard in a breathy and affenctionate tone, not stopping the sniffing at all.

"Haii! h-haii! hihihihihihihi!!!!!!!!!"

Gerard quickly pushes the figure off of him, before usurping the top position, pinning the strange man to the ground and intimidating him.

"You're on thin ice you little shit. Consider yourself lucky I only hunt humans… State you buisness before I drain your body of all fluids."

"S- s- sorry… M- my name's Frank… I followed your scent… do you… have a mate?"

"No… and would it kill you to say "partner" for fucks sake?"

"Good… I'm- uh- making you my mate… now… so- yeah…"

Gerard's grip on Frank tightens, "That's not how it works… stupid mutt… Why would I even agree to that to begin with!?!?"

Frank whimpers and tears up in guilt, "R- really? it- doesn't work that way…? But… that's how all my friends did it…"

His eyes then suddenly light up in a mix of fascination and concern. "H- hey- where are your ears…? and- and your tail…"

"Where's your sense of respect?"

"Am- Er-! sorry! no one else seemed to mind… I've only seen three other people here though… Uh-!"

Gerard gets up and dusts his coat off, Frank also gets up, although remaining on all fours. "H- how do you… stand like that…?"

"You-! Don't fucking play with me right now, you can't be this fucking uncivilized."

"I'm serious… how…?"

Gerard sighs, and turns away with out saying anything.

"W- wait! Don't go!!" exclaims Frank before running up to Gerard and biting his leg to stop him in his tracks."

Gerard, being the apathetic indidual he is, kicks Frank away mercilessly, "You're playing with fire, you useless mutt, you shouldn't even be around me, you don't know shit about me." states Gerard before morphing to a bat and flying away, sending Frank into tears.

Next day, Gerard reenters the forests, as part of his daily routine, Frank runs up to them as soon as he detects their scent.

"Goddammit… Are you gonna keep doing this!?"

"I can't resist…! y- you smell so good…"

"We can't keep doing this…"

"So- uh- um- you don't have a mate, r- right?"

"…no…"

"Well- m- my friends said that- whoever your true mate is will have a stronger and sweeter smell than anyone else… and- and you- uhm- yeah…"

"Why are you stuttering so much!? It's pissing me off."

"I- don't know… I'm uh… excited? maybe? to be near you…?

Gerard sighs and returns to the point, "Your friends are full of shit, [pun intended] that's not how anything works."

"B- but… that's how they did it… what do you mean that's not how it works…?"

Gerard suddenly begins holding a switchblade to the smaller individual's neck, "You're fucking with me, I just know it… This has gotta be some sort of trap, right!?"

"N- no… "

Gerard removes the blade from Frank's neck, causing him to fall to the ground. "What's even the point of this all to you!? It makes sense to me that you wouldve hated me because of last night."

"Y- you're supposed to be my mate… why can't you be my mate…?"

Gerard stares at Frank intently, as they aren't used to affection, nevertheless affection to this level.

"Because- you can't just make people be your "mate", and for the love of god, just say partner."

Frank lets out a pained whimper in mental pain, prompting a response from the killer which they haven't felt in centuries.

"Ok, fuck, I get it, I'll let you come home with me."

"R- really!?" Frank responds enthusiastically before pouncing onto Gerard and licking his face lovingly. Gerard carefully removes the smaller one from their body and lead them to the nearest air-exposed area, where Frank is quick to stop them.

"W- w- wait!! If we go any farther… I don't know how to get back home…"

"It's fine, I know this place pretty well, we could just go back. Speaking of which, what's it like? Your home."

"Not much… It's a box… B- but-! th- there's a blanket that I like to get under when it's especially cold…!"

"Y- you poor thing… Hey, after we get to my home, tell me if you see anyone you recognize, K?"

"Um- Ok!"

Soon after that, they arrive in a space more exposed to natural air, Gerard lifts the dog into his arms and whispers to him "Hold onto me tightly, the bats will take you home."

Frank does as instructed, and Gerard morphs into multiple bats which carry him through Gerard's house's front window as fast as they can, where they reassume default form and vomit into their kitchen sink.

"So um- is this your home? it's so… big… compared to my box…"

"Yeah… Money's not an issue for me, as you could probably tell."

For clarification, Gerard lives in a mansion in this fic, this is not meant to enforce the stererotype that all vampires live in a mansion, I, the author, do not take racism towards vampires very lightly, I also am a vampire myself, and I do not live in a mansion.

Gerard leads him to the 3rd floor, and into the bedroom, which has a significantly less extravangance to it, band posters covering the walls, lights across the ceiling, a dirty floor, y'know, it was however, big, for obvious reasons.

Frank begins drooling at the thought of being able to live here, in contrast to being alone in the forest for the rest of his life.

Gerard picks him up, as he's clearly starstuck and having trouble processing his own thoughts, and carries him into the room, reassuring him that "What's mine is yours, puppy."

Gerard tucks Frank into the bed, as he looks somewhat overstimulated.

"So uhm… you are my mate. r-r-r- right…?"

"Looks like a yes, Frank. I should've mentioned this sooner but, my name's Gerard, you can just call me Gee if you like that."

"Ge… rard…" the puppy mutters to himself, whilst drifting off to sleep, "I wove it… I wove you… Gee…"

"I love you too, Frankie." they say before kissing him on the cheek, "Goodnight, my little puppy."

Next day, Frank wakes up late, he still hasn't memorized his new home yet. He heads downstairs twice and finds Gerard in the living room, looming over and fidgeting with their switchblade.

Being the individual he his, he sits down next to Gerard and starts nudging him with his head. Gerard immediatly stops what he was doing to greet his dog.

"Ah- Good morning Frankie!" Gerard says as he begins to pet Frank's head, pleasing them both. "While you were asleep I got you some new clothes and wheelchair because you can't walk on 2 feet yet.

"Th- thanks, Gee… um…"

"Do you… not like the clothes? I can return them if you want."

"N- no… I- it's just- I'm not used to this at all…"

"You wanted me to become your mate, correct? Love is scary, Frank, I'm only trying to help you."

"Uhm… th- thanks…"

Gerard attempts to assist Frank into his new clothes, which, after several minutes, is done. Gerard then hands him a mirror and asks "Do you like the outfit?"

"It's comfortable… I really like it… I'm so warm…"

Frank doesn't really know what warmth really is due to growing up in such hostile conditions, he only thinks of "warmth" as being not uncomforably cold, henceforth he falls asleep fast whenever he experiences actual warmth.

"Great to hear."

"Oh- and um- What's this… weird rock you've handed me…? who's that person on it…?"

They take the mirror out of his hand, "It's called a "Handheld Mirror", and the person is you, it's what other people see whenever they look at you. Hard to explain, I admit"

"I see…"

Several hours later, Mikey arrives at Gerard's residence.

Gerard's main source of income is from writing comics under the name Chauncey P. Simm, and on the psuedonym's Blog, he had made a post saying that he wouldn't be writing very much, as he had just entered a relationship.

Mikey has been aware of Gerard's murderous tendencies for several decades now, therefore, he was under the assumption that Chauncey getting a partner was a cover for something sinister.

Mikey was able to fool the sensors on the door via him and Gerard's biological similarities, and was immediately greeted by Frank, who jumped up at the sound of the door opening an ran towards it at full speed.

Gerard tried to stop Frank, but ultimately failed to stop him from jumping onto Mikey and almost scaring him to death, or worse.

"Pardon." Gerard announces as he walks towards the scene, he very quickly managed to remove the dog from their brother's unsuspecting vessel.

"So, why're you here?" asks Gerard as they enter the living room, Frank in his arms.

"I was fairly concerned about you, considering your latest blog post… though I think I've already gotten my answer."

"Right… So. Mikey, this is Frank, he's my "mate", as he says, and Frank, this is Mikey, he's my brother."

Frank rustles around in his mate's arms, before letting out a small "Hi Mikey".

Mikey waves and gets up, "I'm not caffinated enough to process this, Gerard, I'm using your coffee maker and you're not fucking stopping me."

Several months pass by, both Frank and Gerard have tremendously healed from both of their traumas, thanks to eachother, Frank, for one, is now better at doing human things, i.e. walking on 2 feet, being capable of complex thought, being able to read, to name a few, but don't think this means Frank isn't a puppy at heart, calling him a puppy boy once makes him weak in the knees.

Gerard gets the bright idea to introduce him to Ray and Matt, the members of their friend group not including Mikey, so he calls them to meet in a nearby park.

They both reach the area where everyone else is, Gerard starts off the conversation theatrically, "Everyone! I've called this emergency meeting to introduce everyone to my boyfriend, who some of you may not be too aware about! Frank, Speak!"

Frank steps into the place where Gerard was once, his eyelids are drenched in red powder and have black Xs over them, his voice is much deeper and more legible then when he and Gerard first met.

"Hello everyone, I'm Frank, and I'm Gerard's bitch."