Rating: 15 (for language, etc.) Main Characters: Gerard Way/OFC Disclaimer:This story is the product of my over-active imagination. Therefore, it is entirely fictional and in no way are any of the characters related to / based on any person, living or dead. Chapter Index: Chapter 1-Page 1 Chapter 29-Page 27 Chapter 57-Page 88 Chapter 2-Page 1 Chapter 30-Page 29 Chapter 58-Page 89 Chapter 3-Page 1 Chapter 31-Page 30 Chapter 59-Page 90 Chapter 4-Page 2 Chapter 32-Page 30 Chapter 60-Page 92 Chapter 5-Page 2 Chapter 33-Page 31 Chapter 61-Page 94 Chapter 6-Page 3 Chapter 34-Page 33 Chapter 62-Page 95 Chapter 7-Page 4 Chapter 35-Page 34 Chapter 63-Page 97 Chapter 8-Page 4 Chapter 36-Page 36 Chapter 64-Page 98 Chapter 9-Page 5 Chapter 37-Page 36 Chapter 65-Page 99 Chapter 10-Page 5 Chapter 38-Page 37 Chapter 66-Page 101 Chapter 11-Page 6 Chapter 39-Page 39 Chapter 67-Page 102 Chapter 12-Page 7 Chapter 40-Page 41 Chapter 68-Page 103 Chapter 13-Page 7 Chapter 41-Page 44 Chapter 69-Page 104 Chapter 14-Page 8 Chapter 42-Page 44 Chapter 70-Page 107 Chapter 15-Page 9 Chapter 43-Page 47 Chapter 71-Page 108 Chapter 16-Page 10 Chapter 44-Page 49 Chapter 72-Page 109 Chapter 17-Page 10 Chapter 45-Page 53 Chapter 73-Page 109 Chapter 18-Page 11 Chapter 46-Page 53 Chapter 74-Page 111 Chapter 19-Page 13 Chapter 47-Page 54 Chapter 75-Page 111 Chapter 20-Page 13 Chapter 48-Page 57 Chapter 76-Page 113 Chapter 21-Page 14 Chapter 49-Page 59 Chapter 77-Page 114 Chapter 22-Page 16 Chapter 50-Page 62 Chapter 78-Page 115 Chapter 23-Page 18 Chapter 51-Page 63 Chapter 24-Page 19 Chapter 52-Page 65 Chapter 25-Page 20 Chapter 53-Page 69 Chapter 26-Page 21 Chapter 54-Page 72 Chapter 27-Page 22 Chapter 55-Page 74 Chapter 28-Page 25 Chapter 56-Page 84 ------------------------------------- (500 years ago) The chiming of the grandfather clock was the only sound heard in the living room. Finally, the voice of Mary Alice, the owner of the house, reverberated around the room. "To Donna," she said, while raising a goblet filled with crimson wine. "To Donna," echoed around the room, and glasses were also raised. Mary Alice looked around the room. Sitting on the sofa were a man and two women. The man had short dark hair, and his face was deathly pale. Everyone in the room was deathly pale. "So that means HE's the oldest now." a young woman blurted out from across the room. "I don't trust him." the man sitting on the couch commented darkly. "What's not to trust?" a cold voice suddenly echoed around the room. Everyone jumped, startled, and immediately looked around the room for the source of the voice. A figure emerged from the shadows. He was pale as a ghost, and his hazel eyes took in every detail of the room. He cast a malevolent eye towards the man on the couch. "Tell me, Anthony." The man paled - if that was possible. "It is simply that, it's hard to trust a new leader after one just died." "I'm sure Donna wanted him to be, Anthony." Mary Alice said. After a tense moment of silence, the pale figure turned and disappeared. "I hope this goes well," Anthony said, exhaling the breath he had been unconciously holding. CHAPTER 1 (present) *RIIIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* "Damn it," Louisa cursed under her breath as she threw her books into her locker and raced down the hall for first period English. She made it to her seat just as the teacher came inside the room, and breathed a sigh of relief. "Hey," a voice next to her said. She looked up and saw Frank, her best friend, smiling at her. "Hi, Frankie," He ran his hand affectionately through her long brown hair. "So how was your date with Jess?" she asked. "Okay," he said in a bored voice. "Don't you like her?" "She's nice and all, but she's just not my type. Besides, she couldn't keep up with my awesome energy!" he said, smiling an ear-to-ear grin. Louisa swatted him playfully on his butt. "Mr. Iero and Ms. Jacobson, do you think you could keep your hands away from each other long enough to pay attention?" the teacher's irritating, scratchy voice said. "Sure thing, Mr. Smith," Frank said. "It's just that I have a lot of sexual tension that needs release." The girls in the classroom giggled and cast longing glances into Frank's direction, and envious looks into Louisa's. Louisa rolled her eyes. Everyone thought that she and Frank were an on and off couple, but really, they were just friends. Friends who didn't mind getting intimate, but she'd never think of doing it with Frank. After school Frank walked Louisa to her house. "I'll call you later, sweetie," Frank murmured as he kissed her on the cheek. "You better," Louisa smiled as Frank bounced jovially down the driveway and out of her sight. She pushed open the door and went inside the house. What she saw made her want to scream, cry, and throw up at the same time.