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The vampire mansion isn't that well hidden in Los Angeles, considering the black exterior and classic Victorian architecture. It's settled lower in the valley, and the surrounding neighbors have either tried to steer clear of it or peeked trough the iron gates to see what the hell went on in there. Nobody had been home throughout the past few months, but when it was occupied, the lights would only come on at night.
Nobody even knew who owned the place; and he was amused and kept it that way. The man MCR's fans had lovingly named Vacuum Guy. A guy way too rich to just be walking on stage between the opener and headlining bands, so he did it just for the sheer fun of it at first. Until it turned into a spectacle, Gerard especially begged him to start hamming it up as the tour went on. What was the harm in it, right? Anything to hype the crowd up.
Gerard hadn't told him about the shirt in Philadelphia, POOL BOY AT THE VAMPIRE MANSION. He just stared at it as Gerard grinned back at him, hands gesturing under their chest at the basic lettering. "It's great, right?"
He just clicked his tongue in amusement. Nobody was going to get the reference. He just had no idea how quickly the fame of the shirt would catch on, how many of the fans were soon making their own. And soon enough, Gerard came running back to him with a new, specially made shirt.
He was a vacuum guy. And he was often at his vampire mansion. Nobody would find out.
With all the fun of the tour, though, he was relieved to finally make it back to Los Angeles. With 3/4ths of the band being able to go back to their homes, Vacuum Guy was more than happy to let Frank stay with him. Frank, who he trusted with his secrets, and was more than willing to help out his strange friend when he needed it.
Because, after all, what was a vampire mansion without a vampire? Nobody's ever seen the infamous stage hand outside of stadiums; he's never even been at outdoor arenas. He never ate in public, he always waited for someone to invite him into places, and his pale complexion was all too obvious.
On the second night, they had all retreated to the mansion post-show; Ray had brought the rest of his cabernet sauvignon to finish off with the rest of his bandmates, though Vacuum Guy stuck with his own "red wine".
Frank rubbed a dull ache on his shoulder, hiding a bandage underneath his shirt. "So," he asked with a smirk. "Do you actually vacuum your own house, or does someone else do it for you."
He rolled his eyes, baring a glimpse of his fangs when he grinned. "Wouldn't you like to know. But Gerard does come over and clean my pool when they get bored."
Gerard wiggled his brow as he sipped the cheap wine. "It helps me think. Passes time."
"I just can't wait to finally be home after all this is done." Vacuum Guy just sat back in one of his antique chairs and watched his fireplace, reveling in the calm moment.