Do you know who's living in your local graveyard? (Rewritten!)
A hush lay over the cemetery. It was late night. It had been raining, pouring, making the ground turn muddy. Puddles lay all around. The grasses and branches stirred in the howling wind. Lightning flashed in the dark sky above. It illuminated the mausoleum. The white marble door was slowly sliding open. It went to about half way open, then it stopped. Slowly, out slipped a man.
His skin was light, to the point that his white hands and head seemed to float in the darkness. Almost as soon as he stepped out, his raven hair started to collect water, dripping onto his black velvet coat. He stepped in a puddle, uttering a low, "Motherfucker." Glancing around with his hazel eyes, he saw he was alone in a soaking cemetery in the middle of the night. A tall, thin man with the same colored eyes attempted to step out, but bumped into the prior man, and fell back on his bum. "Fuck Gee, would ya get a move on already?" he snarled, pulling himself off the ground and brushing himself off.
The man known as Gerard turned back to the other man, and said, "Mikes, unless you're as stupid as I think you are, ya should've noticed it's pissing down out here." Mikey sighed, and shoved his brother into the partially opened door of the mausoleum, squeezing past, into the outside world. "Fuck!" was the next thing Gerard heard.
"Stepped in some mud lil bro?" he asked with a smirk. "No shit, Sherlock." Mikey yelled, flicking water out of his sandy hair. "Where are the others?" he asked, turning to who must be his older brother. "Well I think Frankie is still sleeping, and I don't see Ray or Bob, so it's safe to assume they aren't up and about as yet." Gerard said, with the tones that this was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Well can we go wake them up?" Mikey asked, getting pissed off. As much as he loved his older brother, they couldn't help but fight some of the time. It was nearly impossible for them not too, siblings and sharing the same house, er, tomb, as it were. "Sure why not?" Gerard said, his voice dripping in sarcasm. But obviously Mikey thought Gerard was for real, as he walked off into the rain, heading to the resting places of the others.
Over in the other Mausoleum, Bob Bryar had woken up at the onset of night. But hearing the insistent druming of rain on his home's roof, he rolled over and went back to sleep, not wanting to do anything where he'd get himself soaked to death. Shortly after this, Ray Toro had woken up, glancing around his tomb, and whining about the rain. Something was asleep on his stomach. Propping himself up on one elbow to at least see what it was, he saw that it was Frank.
With a sigh, Ray scooped up Frank with one hand, and dropped him into his own coffin, before he too went back to sleep. Now move ahead about an hour and Frank wakes up. He jumps onto Ray and Bob, yelping excitedly for them to wake up. He sounded just like a child on Christmas morning, coaxing bleary eyed parents down to the living room or den or other room to open presents. At two in the morning.
Bob and Ray fend him off. Then, they insist that Frank goes back to sleep. "But I don't wanna!" Frank whined. He pouted and crossed his arms firmly against his chest. "You have to Frank." Ray said exasperatedly. "But I said I don't wanna!" Frank practically screamed, stomping his small foot. "Ignore him and he'll run out of steam." Bob advised Ray, who only nodded. They both went back to their respective coffins.
Frank of course, insisted on throwing a temper tantrum because of this. He screamed at the top of his lungs, and stomped around the small mausoleum. Inside there, the sound echoed. Eventually, Bob and Ray were both forced to place their hands over their ears to avoid bursting an eardrum or two. They ended up closing the tops of the coffins. Then, Frank got even more pissed off, if such a thing is possible, and began to flip over empty coffins. They always had a lot of coffins in the small mausoleum in case anyone needed a place to crash for a while.
While crashing in the mausoleum isn't the best place to crash, or the best idea out there in the world, for someone in need, it came in handy in a pinch. The owners were more than okay with it, and there was even plenty of beds for them to crash in. Of course, there was always the chance that the person in question would flip out upon awakening, thinking that they'd been buried alive and begin screaming, especially when half asleep and surrounded by two vampires and a werewolf.
Soon, Frank ran out of steam with no one to egg him on, just as Bob has said he would. Soon after this, he put the coffins back where they belonged, and opened the top of Ray's coffin. Inside was one irate Toro. "What. Do. You. Want?" He asked Frank. Frank grinned sheepish ly, and said, "Sorry. Can I sleep with you for the rest of the night?" Ray nodded slowly, once.
This instantly made Frank happy, seeing as he jumped with glee, clapped his hands, and practically leaped into the coffin on top of Ray, where he comfortably settled himself onto Ray's stomach. "Ahem." Franks bed said. Frank looked down, and aasked, "What?" Ray rolled his eyes, and said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "You're on my stomach."
Frank nodded and said, " I know that much. But you said I could sleep with you tonight, so I'm sleeping with you." Ray sighed. There was obviously no arguing with Frank at this stage he was in. Soon, everyone drifted off to sleep. But less than an hour later, there was a knock at the door of the mausoleum.
Upon hearing the knocking at the door of the tomb, Bob Bryar's first thought was 'who the hell is knocking on the door of a tomb at 11 at night?'
Ray looked up from over in his own coffin where Frankie was happily snoring away on his stomach. "You'll have to get that." Ray said apologetically. Bob sighed, before replying, "But I got it the last time!" Ray rolled his eyes, before freeing his arm and pointing at his gut awkwardly, and said, "Firstly, the last time was a few months ago, it's not like we order pizza or anything. Besides the fact, what do you want me to do about this?" Emphasizing his words with several pokes to Frank's side. Frank merely snored louder.
Bob sat up fully in his coffin, scratching his short-cropped blonde hair, before climbing stiffly out of the coffin in the way that only those who are still half asleep can.
Scratching his bum sleepily, Bob shuffled across the floor, trying to avoid tripping over the scattered coffins from Frank's earlier exploits. Coming to the entrance of the tomb, he slid the heavy marble door open with ease, aided by the fact that it was pissing down outside, only to be tackled onto his back by a force from outside.