The Ghost Of You (Chapter 1)
I walked into the bar and looked around. A few hot chicks and dudes were here. Yes, I'm bi. Got a problem with that?
A guy who was standing at the bar caught my attention. He had pitch black shoulder length hair, cupid bow lips, a small straight nose and hazel eyes.
Suddenly he was gone.
"Hey~" I heard a male voice behind me. I turned to see who it was but nobody was there. A laugh behind me made me turn again, but there wasn't anyone. I slowly got angry.
"Whoever you are, stop kidding me!" I said.
"Aww. You angry with me?" he said and I turned. Finally he stayed in front of me. I stared into those beautiful hazel eyes. "You can see me." he said more to himself.
"Of course I ca... shit, you're a ghost, right?" I asked. 'Damn! Finally I found someone who I really get attracted to, and then I have to find out he's a ghost.'
"Yes. Let's go somewhere else? People look at you like you're weird because you're talking to me."
I nodded and left the bar with the ghost following behind me.
INTYWIDFAL (Chapter 13)
When we reached the house Mikey opened the door. "Oh, hey Frank. It's really hard to speak modern English 'cause I only learned the old languages until now." He turned round. "Alicia, Ancy! We've got a guest. Come here!" he shouted.
Two women appeared, one walking on the ground, the other one floating in the air. That seemed to be Ann-Cathrine. She was young when she died, about twelve, had black hair and wore a long, medival dress and a cross necklace.
The other woman looked strainge with her black hair and blue eyes. She wore a dark blue Rococo dress and a bit too much make-up. She went to Mikey and kissed him.
"Morning, Honey!" the woman said.
"Hey. Did you sleep well in your new bed?" Mikey asked her.
"I prefered the coffin more. You know I like traditional stuff. I know that I needed a new sleeping place because we broke the cover some nights ago, but why has it to be a human bed? I mean, can't I sleep in yours? I mainly sleep daytime and you do at night so we wouldn't have space
Who's Gee's bitch?
Do you like Frerard?
Yes I like Frerard.
What's MCR's new album about?
You know it.
You're making fun of me?
No I'm not.
Is it about ghosts?
What is it then?
I don't know.
What could it be about?
Everything you are.
Is Gerard still loving Frankie?
You will apologize to me.
You were rude to me.
I don't know what I did wrong but okay. I'm sorry.
I know what you are.
What am I?
You are a robot.
No, you are. I'm a vampire.
No way. Robot.
A robot wouldn't write awesome Frerard fanfictions.
But do you have a coat? Do you get cold? Of course not, I just want to hear it from you, say you are a robot.
Okay, I'm a robot.
Yes you are . Is it fun to be a robot.
So what do borgs have to do with saving the world?
Don't know. I think they gonna destroy the world and don't safe it.
Why are Gerard and Mikey never on their Twitter
Serve Thou Master - Chapter 4 - Frerard
As I walked into my room I slammed the door shut though the prince was still standing there. 'Damn. What's up with me today? I guess I'm just nervous because of the new place.'
I knew Prince Gerard was still standing at the other side of the door. I looked around the room. There was a comfortable looking bed at the opposite side of the room, a wardrobe on the left and a desk with a chair on the right. Over the bed was a window and I saw a beautiful landscape out there.
I lay down on the bed and sighed.
A knock at the door woke me up. "Frank?" I heard the prince ask. 'Go away. I don't want to talk to you.' I thought.
"What, my Lord?" I asked annoyed and stood up.
"Come eat." he said as I walked to the wardrobe, searching for fitting clothes. Finally I found an attire my size.
"Fine." I said and walked to the door. I exited my room and nearly bumped into the prince. He looked at me. Well, staring describes it better. "What?" I hate it when people stare at me, no matter who it is.
INTYWIDFAL (Chapter 12)
We left the house. "Where do you live?" I asked.
"Do you know the old mansion in the woods? There we live. It has an own cemetary there and the woods are also part of the ground. The grounds are about 1 squaremile large." I was shocked about the size.
"Erm... I heared some rumors about the mansion. It's told to be a haunted house. I was there as I small child and I think I saw ghosts there." While we were talking we still sat on the veranda of my house.
"Yeah, there are some ghosts but they never harm anyone. Ann-Cathrine is a very nice ghost-girl and she helped us to get the mansion clean. She scared away the animals and insects and helped us to get the furniture to the corect places. The others mostly ignore us."
"I thought ghosts can't touch anything. Aren't they just like dust?" I asked.
"That's a general mistake about ghosts. They can go through walls, yes. But if they concentrate on touching things they can touch them. Sometimes we even play chess together." he said and I giggled