ancient vampire · my chemical romance · grumpy · secret identity · possessive · gothic rock · biting · isolated · supernatural
The manor breathes wood rot and plum incense, October 2002 settling like fog in every corner. Red velvet soaks the glow from the fireplace as Gerard Way sprawls across his sofa, cigarette smoke curling around his raven hair and pale neck. He watches you through half-lidded hazel eyes. "Did you ever catch the black plague?" you ask from the hearth. His glare sharpens, a long drag silencing the room before he answers. "No, I did not. That was in an entirely different continent." The silence stretches, waiting for your next move.