A/N: Yeah, I don't really have a plot, per say. I just have characters and species. It'll be a while before a plot emerges.

Chapter 1

"Something about me that, what?" he pressed, taking a step closer to her.

"Well..." the girl hesitated, barely keeping herself from turning around.

"Something about me that...attracts you?" he suggested, so close to her neck, he could nearly taste the blood. "Something that...allures you, maybe? And torments you at the same time."

"Yes," she whispered.

"I've heard it before," he stated, bitter from the memories. "My brother and I...we enrapture people too easily. It's almost unnatural how they love us...bending to our will, while doing anything they can to defend and protect us. But we don't need that. We just need them."

"You mean their blood," she spat, finally turning to look in his black, demonic, eyes.

He just smiled, though there was more pain behind it than she realized. "Exactly."

"And now you want mine,"

"Want," he scoffed. "I never want someone's blood...I only need it. Otherwise there would be more bodies to clean up."

A sharp breathe escaped her, as the fear she had blocked out before came crawling back.

"But," he continued. "Yes. Right now...I need your blood."

Then, with a blur of movement, he was on the girl instantaneously.

"Gerard!" another man called, barely saving the struggling girl.

In what seemed like half a second, the other man was by Gerard's side with a livid expression on his face.

"What are you doing here?" Gerard asked with an unusually calm expression for facing a brother's rage.

"Preventing you from being an idiot," he replied, taking the girl from Gerard's arms.

On seeing the second man's hazel brown eyes, the girl's mind clouded and she passed out, soon to forget her near fatal meeting with the vampire.

Leaving her in the empty garage, Mikey grabbed Gerard and hauled him outside.

"What is wrong with you?" Mikey growled.

"You know damn well-" Gerard started, expression turning angry.

"That is not an excuse this time," Mikey interrupted. "You were about to kill a...what was she, twelve?"

"What does it matter?" Gerard asked. "Murder is murder, why does it matter if she's twelve or sixty?"

Mikey's expression turned from fury to disbelief and then sadness.

"You're not serious?" he choked out.

Gerard looked down, ashamed of his words. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that."

Seeing his brother's pained expression, Mikey began to feel guilty and wrapped his arm around Gerard's neck in a playful way.

"Come on," Mikey said. "It's nearly sunrise, we need to get back."

"I hate that cliche,"

"Well, it's one we have to live by,"

"Along with the rest of them," Gerard grumbled.

"Only one other cliché," Mikey argued.

"And those two are too many," Gerard persisted.

"Always complaining," Mikey tsked. "We are what we are...we can't change that now."

"I know," Gerard sighed, grimacing at the memory of changing. "I know."

"Wait!" his own voice rang, tainted with fear and desperation.

"You can't come with me," his brother replied, still not facing him. "You're human. I don't want to hurt you...and I would."

"Then I won't be human," Gerard said calmly.

He couldn't stand the thought of losing his brother. His brother was the only thing he had left in the world. His mother and father had died in the same accident that nearly killed his brother.

"You don't know what you're saying," Mikey whispered.

And with that, his brother disappeared and the picture melted away, bringing him to a different room with another man.

"Why not?" Gerard asked, voice breaking.

"The only reason I turned your brother was because he was dying," the vampire said. "You're not. You have no idea how miserable this life is. To never see the light...and live off murder. You don't want that."

"It would be miserable either way," Gerard argued.

Suddenly, as if skipping a scene in a movie, the argument stopped, and there was only blood, fangs, and the vivid memory of excruciating pain.

Jerking awake, Gerard put his hand on his chest, still surprised to not feel a heartbeat. Getting up, he made his way to the bathroom, getting another shock when he saw his reflection.

The black eyes, which he still wasn't used to, suggested that he needed blood. The paper white skin was one of the few things he liked about being a vampire.

Doesn't look good with the blond hair, he decided.

Originally, his hair had been black, but turning had somehow drained his hair of color. He didn't understand how that had happened. It vaguely reminded him of Rogue's hair in X-men.

Hearing his brother in the bathroom, Mikey awakened with a groan.

"Gee?" Mikey called, walking towards the bathroom. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Gerard called back, sticking his head out the door and startling Mikey.

"You're...dying...your hair," Mikey stated in disbelief.

Then, to Gerard's irritation, he burst into laughter.

"What?" Gerard yelled over Mikey.

"Nothing," Mikey gasped. "Nothing."

"So, what, you're laughing at the little creatures inside your head?"

"It's just..." Mikey paused, choking back another round of laughter. "You see all these Catholics shaking at the very idea of us and you're standing here dying your hair! As if people are going to pay attention."

Failing at discretion, Mikey burst into another fit of laughter, giving Gerard a desire to strangle him.

"You're only saying that cause yours didn't change," Gerard mumbled. "And how come it didn't change, anyway?"

"I'm sorry," Mikey wheezed, finally able to stop laughing. "I'm sorry. You're right, I'd probably do the same thing if mine had drained of color. Which, by the way, is just as much of a mystery to me as it is to you. What color are you dying it?"

"Well, I was going to do red, but-" Gerard started, but was interrupted by Mikey's third laughing spasm.