Hang 'Em High
Pairing: vampire!Gerard x reader
Summary: part two of Cemetery Drive, Gerard fears for Y/N and they pair plot their escape
Warnings: the worst writing you may read. It's so full of quotes idek if it's original. Oh there's also mentions of bloody, vampires, bodies, stuff like that. TW: mentions of abuse and allusions to self harm
Author's Note: ... I know I said I'd write a part two... i did, but it's shit. Sorry. It's also a complete mix of songs and vibes with an underlying idea for a proper series I'll write later (let me know if you're interested)
It was 3 in the morning when Y/N heard the creaking of her bedroom window. A normal person would be scared. But Y/N enjoyed the shiver that went down her spine when she saw the shadow stretch across the floor as someone climbed through her window.
“I miss you, you know.” Gerard's voice was quiet.
“More than I miss you? Impossible.” Y/N responded. She climbed out of the covers and snuggled into Gerard's chest. It still felt wrong, how cold he was, that she could no longer hear his soothing heart beat.
But he was here. That was enough.
Gerard pulled out some slightly injured flowers from the inside of his jacket pocket. The flowers were dry and dead, but Y/N didn't mind. Decay was her favourite type of bouquet.
“How'd you manage these? Your new “friends”?” Y/N asked.
“Stole 'em from the cemetery. Don't worry, I guess technically they were mine anyway.” Gerard said with a wink.
Y/N blushed. He knew her so well.
“Anything to show you just how much you mean to me.” His voice was a hushed whisper. “This is kinda weird , but, no one has... threatened you or hurt you or anything recently, right?”
Y/N looked around suspiciously.
“No. ...Was someone supposed to? Is this about your new... I don't even know what to call them.”
“Pack. Some of us call each other family, as we're all we have, but I can't do it. They might look 16 but they're not teenagers, they're monsters. Murderers. Some of them don't do it to stay sane, it's become a game for them, hunting. I see them for the animals they are. We're a pack. No more, no less.”
Gerard released Y/N from their embrace and started to pace around the room.
“What's going on?” Y/N's tone was harsh, icy with fear.
“Well... there's been a problem. They're starting to get suspicious of me, where am I going and spending so many night, while still not bringing back any corpses.”
Fear made it's way through Y/N's veins as she tried to comprehend all her lover had seen since he died. All the things he'd done, lives he had to end. An image of a thousand bodies piled up made her shudder.
“They know I'm with a human. I come back smelling of blood sometimes,” Y/N started to shift around uncomfortably in her clothes as Gerard spoke. “No no, it's not your fault, honey, OK?”
“It's just... the head of the group—call her Black Mariah—she's getting concerned, I've heard her whispering with others about me being a liability. They're thinking of doing something, I'm just not sure what. I promised you I'd never let them hurt you, it's just getting harder to keep that promise, without—”
“No. I know what you're going to say Gee, I would rather risk my life to see you every other night than be safe and never see you again.”
“You don't understand, that girl's not right in the brain!”
“And I am?” Y/N said. Gerard let out an exasperated sigh. “Wait. Did you say Mariah?”
“Yes, why, have you met her?” Gerard panicked.
All the colour drained from Y/N's face. “I think she's my new lab partner.”
“Fuck. Holy shit, goddammit!” Gerard cried, punching the air, ripping his suit jacket off and throwing it at the floor. “She knows, she FUCKING KNOWS.”
Y/N took a step back, frightened of her boyfriend for the first time. Gerard picked up on this.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just....” Gerard breathed hard, pacing around, before looking back at his girl with wild eyes. “What if we run? We could take to the highway. Just leave.”
“Gerard, I can't. I have to-”
“You have to what? Stay with your abusive family? Finish school to become a good little capitalist? You've been dreaming of running forever.”
Y/N looked around, unsure.
“Y/N/N, if you don't want to, we don't have to. It's entirely up to you. I just....” Gerard trailed off, looking out the his girlfriend's window to the pale moonlight. “I may not care if I live or die, but I can't handle the thought of you getting hurt.”
Y/N looked around her bedroom. The wallpaper falling from the wall. Her battle jacket in the corner. The leaking roof over her make-shift desk. The whole in the wall from when her father got mad.
She looked up at Gerard, a new fire in her eyes.
“Run until it fades to black, run into the sunset.”
“Bullshit. It's not like you to just run. What else?”
Gerard looks around. “Do you trust me?”
Gerard placed something cold, metallic and heavy in Y/N's hands.
“Tomorrow. Dusk. When the sun is gone, grab your gun and meet me by the door.”
Y/N had followed Gerard's instructions to a T. When the sun had dipped below the horizon, Y/N was outside, bag packed, gun in hand, wearing the dress her ex hates, the perfect gothic date outfit. She needed to look the part, when they arrive.
The car ride was long and silent until Gerard deemed their surroundings empty enough. He pulled over and turned to Y/N.
“Tonight... Tonight isn't gonna be pretty. I just need you to know, I love you. If it goes bad, well... Don't stop, if I fall, and don't look back.”
“Gerard, don't. I can't- I can't lose you. Not again.”
“Y/N/N, please. Don't stop, bury me. Permanently.”
Y/N looked away, and swallowed the growing lump in her throat.
“Alright. Alright. But you need to promise me this. If they get me... can you stake my heart?”
“Please. This is what needs to happen. If you die, I will run. If I die, you need to run. If they turn me... Don't let me have to live like that. I've seen the pain it's put you through. Please.”
Gerard merely brought Y/N into his arms, pulling her close, and whispered, “I'll never let them hurt you. Not tonight.”
Neither knew who he was trying to convince.
He placed a soft kiss on her, and with that, Y/N stepped in the coffin.
