Shades Of Death Road

Well, two reviews? Well fine, I don't like you guys either. Just teasing, thanks Zacky and Little Miss Disaster. Well anyway, I took a leaf out of Little Miss Disaster's book (thanks for the idea, I owe you) and decided to put some guys from other bands in this fic. Mostly because I couldn't think of enough antagonists to use out of the ones already given. At any rate, I've decided on Jared Leto from 30 Seconds To Mars (the man has to be a vampire, he's 37 years old and looks like he's about 20) and Synyster Gates from Avenged Sevenfold though he won't make an actual appearance until later. So I'd like to add I don't own them either. Though I did make up Etienne whom I briefly mentioned in the first chapter. Eh, whatever. Anyway, on with the show.

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Mikey had been worried, nearly out of his wits. Gerard had been asleep for almost 24 hours. He didn't wake to eat or go to the bathroom, and on occasion he made noises but that was the only indicator that he was even still alive. Bob had come and tried to use an adrenaline shot to wake him, but it hadn't worked. "What's wrong with him?" Mikey asked, pleading for any kind of explanation hours later. "That's just it, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with him except that he's not waking up. Mostly, he's healthy. I think we need to get him to a doctor." Mikey had been ready to agree, but then Gerard gasped and bolted upright.

Gerard looked around the room as if he didn't recognize it. Shaking, he collapsed back against the bed as Mikey rushed to his side. "Oh my God, Gee! How are you feeling? Are you okay? Do you need a doctor?" Gerard looked at Mikey as though he were an alien creature, then he smiled gently at his brother. "No, no I'm fine now." Bob came over to the bed, taking Gerard's vitals again. "Welcome back man, we were worried about you." "I don't see why, I feel fine. Terrific actually."

Bob raised an eyebrow at that, then turned to Mikey. "Hey, could you go upstairs and make us some coffee? I want to talk to your brother for a minute." Mikey gave Bob a look, but he didn't argue. He retreated up the stairs. Bob waited until Mikey was gone, then moved closer to Gerard and whispered, "Who is he?" "Huh?" Gerard asked, scooting back from Bob. "The vampire that bit you, who is he?" A look of near shock passed over Gerard's face, but then he scoffed and climbed off the bed, saying, "You're off your tree Bob. Vampires aren't real."

"Is that so? Then why is the mark of the Sheol on you?" Bob asked him. Gerard stared at him, dumbfounded. "The WHAT?" "Ye gods give me strength!" Bob growled, grabbing Gerard by the back of the neck so fast that the other man didn't even see him move. Bob forced him over to the mirror and pulled back his hair, saying, "This you nimrod! The bite is called The Mark of the Sheol." Gerard, shrugging Bob off, stepped closer to the mirror. The bite wasn't red anymore, it was still a bit inflamed but it didn't look as bad as it had previously.

"Who is it?" "What, are you a vampire hunter or something?" Gerard asked, turning back to look at his friend. "No, they're all dead. Died out nearly 200 years ago. But that's what happens when you fight a losing battle. Anyway, no, I'm a servant to a vampire." Bob shrugged, then told him, "It's how I make a living besides the paramedic stuff, I don't make diddly squat off that job." "Why do you want to know?" Bob smiled at Gerard. "He is invading my master's domain. He must be punished."

Gerard stared at Bob, then raised an eyebrow. "Your master, like, rules New Jersey?" This time Bob laughed. "No, he rules the Eastern Time Zone. But you were denied to him after he'd already had his eye on you. Another has stolen you, and he will be punished." Gerard moved away from Bob, making sure to get to the other side of the room near the stairs. "You're fuckin' crazy. I don't know what the hell you're talking about but I don't want you coming near me ever again! Get the hell out of my house!"

"Give me his name." Bob said menacingly. "Fuck you, you're not the boss of me!" Gerard shot back. It was childish but it was true, and almost the entire basis for his reasoning of not giving Ville up. He felt like all these people were trying to own him and now that he was out of Ville's tender grasp it was starting to freak him out. Bob was across the room in an instant, and this time he had Gerard by the throat. "Tell me or I will rip out your spinal cord and beat you with it!" The raised voices, thankfully, traveled up the stair case and attracted Mikey's attention. The younger Way ran down the stairs and yelled, "What the fuck are you doing?!" "Get him OFF me!" Gerard yelled, his voice a tad high with fear.

Mikey grabbed Bob's shoulders and shook him, making him come to his senses. He released Gerard, then bowed his head. "I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me." Gerard was giving him the look of death while Mikey still looked shocked. "Get out." Said Mikey, pointing up the stairs. Bob didn't say anymore. He left. Once gone Mikey hugged his brother, then asked him in a bewildered tone, "What the hell was all that about?" Gerard sighed and held on to his brother, he replied, "I don't even know."

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Frank waited anxiously on the corner of the block, hopping from foot to foot. He knew that Bob should have been out by now. When he saw his boyfriend walk up, he sighed in relief and hugged him. "Fuck, you had me worried. So no problems?" Bob sighed and shook his head, saying, "No, many problems. Gerard wouldn't give up the name and Mikey caught me trying to force it out of him." Frank pulled away and frowned. "Mr. Leto isn't going to like that." "I know."

Bob put his arm around Frank's shoulders and steered the smaller man down the street to where the car was parked. "Well the sun will be down pretty quick, we'd better report in or he'll be even crankier." bob said as they got in. "Is he going to punish you?" Frank asked apprehensively. "I don't think so, but he's going to be pretty mad." "Yeah..."

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They were in New York City by 8, and it took them nearly a half hour to get to their master's lair. Most vampires live in sub levels to buildings, so as to be better protected from sunlight and anyone who may wish them harm. But Jared Leto lived at the top of a skyscraper he owned in the financial district. He believed in hiding in plain sight, and so far it had worked. Bob and Frank parked and were given immediate access. They were shown to the elevator and one of the security guards said, "He's expecting you," as the door closed.

The two looked at each other. They calmly waited to arrive at the 33rd floor, but at the 10th Frank pulled Bob close and asked, "You know I love you, right?" His emerald green eyes were wide with fear. Bob kissed him tenderly, then replied, "I know you do. And I love you too." They separated, just as the elevator doors opened, and stepped out onto the floor.

The place was decorated like a maharajah's palace. The walls and floors were white marble, the carpets, drapes and furniture were done up in rich hues of scarlet and gold, with muted lighting from candles and paper lamps. Men and women in skimpy velvet outfits matching the decor waited on a stylishly dressed crowd. All of them were vampires, most of them were in Jared's coven or were envoys from other covens. A few eyes lingered on Bob and Frank, and one woman went so far as to run a hand through Frank's dark hair as he passed.

They made their way to the back. The boys were directed through a sliding electronic door, starkly black against the white marble. This room was vastly different from the first. It was blindingly white, with white tiles on the floors and the ceilings and walls the same. The lighting was fluorescent and so bright that at first they covered their eyes. But they made their way towards the back, where an ornately hand carved black marble throne was. And sitting there was their master.

His black hair was layered and had a few red streaks, and his skin looked even whiter under the fluorescent lights. His face was pretty without looking too feminine, and his blue eyes were lined stylishly with black kohl. He wore a black suit, no jacket, and a strangely designed vest and tie, but it was impeccably tailored and fit like a glove.

Bob and Frank knelt and bowed their heads, then said in unison, "My lord Jared Leto, we have returned." Jared sat up a bit, looking slightly bored. "What news do you bring?" "I was... Unsuccessful in gaining information. Gerard has proven to be of a stronger will than we originally anticipated." Bob said, not daring to look up. "So the break up with Ray did not have the desired effect?" Jared asked. "No my lord." Said Frank, "While the mind trick worked and Ray is now in love with the girl, Gerard isn't completely broken. I believe it's due to the interference of this other vampire."

Jared was very quiet, then he stood. He stepped over to Bob and Frank, then said, "Rise." They did as he commanded, and Jared nodded. "I believe the time has come for my direct influence. I will speak with the boy. But if he doesn't respond..." Jared trailed off. He then looked at Bob. "Robert, call Synyster and tell him I want him on stand by. Frank, give me the address to the Way residence. I want you to draw the little brother, Michael, out of the house. If all else fails, Synyster has his ways." Jared smirked evilly, then looked at the two. "You have your orders. Dismissed."

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Wasn't that just peachy keen fun? Makes you wish I'd write more doesn't it? Well, anyway, review and such.

Oh, and check out Little Miss Disaster's trilogy Right Here In My Arms, Buried Alive By Love and Pretending over in the HIM section. They're deliciously good, really.