Your pov

"Jellybean!" Gerard called through the hall. I popped my head out the bedroom door.

"Dewdrop!" I called back in a sing song voice. He smiled and walked over.

"Uhm, so, me and the boys are gonna go out for a bit. There's some weird shit going on a few blocks down, we're gonna check it out."

"Am I not going?"

"Probably not, you just turned into a half vampire. You need rest. Just for now." I smiled at him, sadly.

"Okay..."

"I got you something."

"You did?" He nodded, I smiled.

"Baby, I know you're not the biggest fan of jewelry, but I found this the other day and thought it'd be perfect for you." He pulled out a little necklace that had a pair of charms on it. One was of a pop tart, the other, a jellybean.

"Aw, Gerard, that's adorable," I took it from him and held it around my neck, "Could you?" I turned around.

"Oh, yeah..." He clipped the two ends together, and I turned back around, "You're so adorable." He took my hands in his, playfully moving them around so we swayed. I brought my lips to his, he couldn't help but smile.

"Uh, Gerard?" We had been interrupted by Frank. Gerard looked to the floor, then to his friend, slightly annoyed.

"Yes, Frank?"

"We're leaving."

"Already?" I asked.

"Sorry babe, don't worry, Pete's staying behind. And well, anyone else staying in this house. I really haven't met everyone."

"No one has..." Frank said, "C'mon, let's go."

"Okay, bye jellybean."

"Bye dewdrop," He kissed my cheek and they were off. I sat back in the little room, doodling in my sketchbook. After a few moments, the room felt as if it were a thousand degrees. The house gets so hot! It's like vampires are against air conditioning or something!

So I got up and dug through my clothes until I found a pair of jean shorts and my little acid wash poncho. The ends only went down to my shorts pockets. My necklace had fallen under my shirt, but I didn't mind. Once done I slipped my socks and converse back on. I've accidentally stepped in so many strange puddles... eww... putting on shoes...

Just then, there was a knock at the front door. I left the room to open the door, but Pete had beat me to it. As he opened the door, I just stood beside the hallway wall where the visitor couldn't see me, but I could see them.

"Frank? What are you doing here?"

"Uhm, well, I forgot my phone." He seems so... anxious... that's so weird for Frank...

"Oh, come in..."

The two boys began talking. I eavesdropped. Nothing too strange was said, that is, until Frank hit Pete over the head with his own fists. My eyes went wide as Pete fell to the floor, unconscious. Frank's fists took only a minute to recover before his eyes met mine. Oh shit...

Quickly, I ran back into the bedroom, locking the door behind me.

"Come out, jellybean..." He snickered, with my eyes on the door, I stepped backwards, "We're not gonna hurt ya! Oh wait, yeah we will!" He punched into the door, but as I stepped back, a hand went over my mouth. I screamed and cried, pulling on the hand until I heard his voice.

"Jellybean," He whispered into my ear, "I don't think you wanna try and fight me, girl."

Billie spun me around, he was pale. Vampire pale. All though his eyes, they weren't green. They were pale as well. Once again, I tried pulling away, but the door had been broken down.

"Hey jellybean, miss me?"

Instead of Frank, Billie now stood there too. This one was different from the other. His skin was still pale, and his stature was the same. All though, his bright green eyes now mimicked that of the most intoxicating toxic waste. I screamed, trying to get away. Billie sighed, then looked to his white eyed doppelgänger.

"Can I put her out, now?"

"Have at it..." White eyed Billie strangely spoke just like Roxanne. He held his fists up, ready to bash them into my head. C'mon Y/n... wake up! Wake up! I need to get out! Wake up...

But this was no dream. My powers had failed me, and in an instant I was passed out on the floor.

Billie's pov

"Roxanna, come on in." I said, she climbed in through the window just as I snapped my fingers. The Billie she had been controlling disappeared completely.

"Geez, you'd think Gerard would've had a little more protection over his precious bean."

"I know, that was surprisingly easy."

"Now, the plan-"

"Ugh, you've repeated it like a thousand times! I don't need it again!"

"Fine, then what's the plan?"

"Well, I turn into jellybean, you take the real jellybean back to ours. I mess with the boys, kill Gerard, then eat jellybean. Good enough for ya?"

"Yeah I mean that is the plan. I'm just better at telling it."

"Oh whatever! You just like pestering me!" I rolled my eyes, then turned into miss jellybean, outfit and all, "Sick, I get more body now."

"Stop it! You can admire your new body later, we still gotta get her outta here before mister no shirt wakes up."

"Mister no shirt? That's the best you could come up with?" I snickered. She sent a look, "Fine! I'll help!" We slipped the body out the window. Roxanna now stood outside the window with jellybean being held up beside her.

"Remember the plan. Stick to the plan. No lollygagging!"

"Yeah, I know, mom!" She rolled her eyes and sped off with the corpse in her arms. Then, I turned to see the door knocked down on the floor. Yeah... I should probably fix that...

Quickly, I brought the door back where it stood before. Opening it, it only fell again. Whatever...

Waltzing out into the main room where the kitchen, dinning room, and living room were connected, I found mister no shirt groaning on the floor. Quickly, I stepped to him. Putting on a fake concerning face and tone, I sat just above his head.

"Are you alright?" I sound just like her...

"I think so," He sat up on the floor, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah..."

"Good, I think Frank just came in and hit me over the head with his fists."

"Why would he wanna do that?" I asked, knowing full well it was actually me. He only shrugged.

"No idea..." The door then swung open. All the boys stepped in, laughing loud. Frank was the first inside.

"Hey guys, why are we on the floor?" Gerard asked, coming my way. Oh I'm gonna love this...

"Why don't ya ask Frank?" Pete spat.

"Frank!?" Mikey asked, confused. I stood up, stepping closer to Gerard.

"Did I do something?" Frank asked. Pete sent an angry look.

"Yes, fuck face! You hit me over the head with your fucking hands!" He cried, standing up, and getting in Frank's face.

"I didn't do that. Why would I do that?"

"That's why I'm asking you."

"Pete, I was with them the whole time! I didn't do that!" They began yelling at each other, Gerard took my hand, and we wandered to the bedroom.

"Just ignore them, they're idiots sometimes," Gerard reassured, "What happened to the door?" He asked, confused. I shrugged.

"Dunno..." He sent a strange look, but decided not to ask.

"Jellybean..." He said, pulling my stolen body towards him as we sat on the bed. He then hugged me. I smirked, but he couldn't see that.

"Miss me?" I asked, giggling. Agh, this is torture! I have to act like stupid jellybean! I just wanna take his pants off...

"Always..." He kissed all over the side of my face. I spat out fake giggles. I can't do this anymore... I gotta kiss him...

Turning towards him, I pressed my lips to his. My fingers ran though his hair. Everything I had ever wanted was right there in front of me. Gerard was it. Was it selfish? Sick and out right disgusting? Of course it was. Have you met me?

"Gerard, you're so hot."

"Hot? I've never heard you use that word before."

"Really? Then I need to say it more often. You're smokin'." He chuckled.

"Well you are too." He smiled, and pulled me back in. Yeah... this is it... it feels so... so good...

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Damn, did anyone else see that coming? I hope so. I like to keep you guys guessing, but drop hints to what'll happen next. It's so fun. Have a sick day~peace out cheesebags