Welcome to the new Deja Vu

Title: Cynical [1/?]
Author: ipanicdaily
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
POV: Third
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone/anything other than the plot and original characters.
Summary: My Chemical Romance, hit teen band, has finally decided to come out of leave to start working on their next album. Brian, their manager, has set up for them to stay in a private hotel in the middle of nowhere with a rather extravagant past inside its grand walls. They have the hotel for a month, but the claims on the website say that visitors rarely make it over a week. Passing the stories up as fictitious advertising for business, the five ignore the tales of ghosts and horror to work on their next album to get back on the road. Every day things change a little more and one by one they realize that agreeing to stay in the hotel might have been a bad idea after all.
Warning: Language, sex (possibly), blood, gore, violence, murder, etc
Author Notes: Here is my next attempt at a 'horror' fic. It's slow paced in the beginning but the action will come as it goes so please be patient.

Previous Chapters: Prologue




Chapter One

They were almost to their destination and things were looking really good. Gerard and Frank only had to be reprimanded three times and physically warned by an aggravated Bob once; though all that did was encourage the two. Mikey occupied himself with talking to friends through text and twitter, his newfound obsession that was probably one of the biggest wastes of internet space. Occasionally he would engage in conversation with someone in the van, but that was only if he didn't have internet access in that particular area from a weak connection.

"You two are being unusually quiet," Ray smiled, glancing through the rear view mirror to the back.

"Frank's sleeping," Gerard replied, one hand continuously running through his boyfriends hair as his waist acted like Frank's pillow, the other hand holding a book open on the back of the seat as his eyes scanned over the lines of text.

"Good," Bob huffed, thumb swiping over the screen of his ipod to change the song. "Keep it that way."

"I intend to," Gerard blankly answered, barely paying any attention to anything other than the vampire book in his hand, his mind analyzing not the quality of the book but rather how accurate the vampire legend being used was. "If one of you wake him up, you can count on me castrating you in your sleep too."

"That has to be the first time in what, five years, that I've heard you say you don't want to do something with him," Ray teased, Bob laughing, and Gerard scowling at his book.

"Gee usually goes along with whatever Frank wants," Mikey joined in the conversation with a smirk, waiting for a reply from Pete. "It's sickening, really."

"I know where you live, Michael James Way," Gerard lightly threatened his brother, glaring at the man. "I will come in and break your damn laptop when you sleep if you don't leave me 'n Frankie alone."

"He probably sleeps with the laptop," Bob amusedly spoke as Gerard went back to his book, shifting a little beneath Frank because his muscles cramped and would only result in his bitching more than usual for the next week.

"I do not!" Mikey snapped in his defense, Bob scoffing and Ray biting the inside of his lip to suppress laughter. "Most nights," He mumbled beneath his breath, eager to arrive to their destination already to get better reception.

"What was it like in this van before the band got awesome with my presence?" Bob inquired, putting his ipod away to encourage social interaction between them all out of boredom.

"Pretty much the same," Ray answered, thinking back. "Only, we had merch with us in here too."

"And the closest thing to 'man on man' was one of falling asleep on another's shoulder," Mikey continued to tease Gerard who got fed up and threw his book at his brother, nailing him right in the head. "Ow! What the fuck, Gerard?!" Mikey pushed the book to the floor, rubbing his head, Bob doing all he could not to burst into laughter so that Frank would stay asleep. He liked the shorter man, he just got very annoyed of him very quickly. Then again, Frank's made it his mission to agitate Bob whenever possible; in good fun. The most Bob ever really does is shove him away or smack him.

"I warned you," Gerard defended himself, crossing his arms over Frank's back now.

"No more flying objects or fighting person's while I'm driving," Ray warned after.

"Are we there yet?" Frank came to life, mumbling into Gerard's abdomen.

"No," He bluntly answered, laying his head back against the window.

"How much longer?" Frank whined, turning his head and adjusting himself to get more comfortable.

"Years, so shut the fuck up and go back to sleep," Bob said, pulling out some portable game system.

"Not long," Ray said after, trying to avoid any arguing. "We should be there soon."

"You know this place is haunted, right?" Mikey started a new conversation, Frank sitting up and allowing Gerard to do the same. Once Gerard was settled though, Frank just put himself back on top of Gerard, sticking his arms around Gerard's neck and laying his head on the older man's shoulder with his legs dangling over the side. Gerard didn't much care and kissed Frank's head, putting his arms around his boyfriends waist and resting his head back on the seat. "It said that there was this massacre that occurred there and all the spirits that are stuck there want revenge so the hotel closed and now only private groups stay."

"That's a bunch of bullshit," Bob said, eyes glued to the small screen in his hand. What he wouldn't do to be able to play his XBOX right now. First thing he's doing when they arrive at the hotel is finding a room with a television, hooking the game system up, and telling everyone to fuck off for the night. "It's a private hotel located in the fucking middle of nowhere that the owner rents out to groups like us when cheap assholes who think they see and talk to spirits aren't having some paranormal experience."

"You really need anger management classes," Gerard said with a lazy smile, staring at the ceiling.

"Fuck off," Bob replied with a hand wandering away from the game to flip Gerard off.

"At least Brian gave us somewhere of interest," Ray said, glancing at Mikey's laptop where the younger man had the information about the hotel displayed on the screen. They were doing mostly writings and run-throughs, getting stuff together to go to New York and track for their next CD. "Should make for an interesting stay."

"Apparently people see ghosts and hear voices, objects move, lights randomly turn on and off, and sometimes people feel as though they've been physically assaulted," Mikey read through the paragraph on the website. "People don't stay more than a week; if they last that long."

"Well we better get done quickly," Gerard amusedly said, laying his head against Frank's now.

"If we want anything done quickly," Ray couldn't help but smile, "We have to get the XBOX away from Bob, the laptop away from Mikey, and you two in rooms far from each other."

"You're being especially mean today," Gerard pouted, Frank's arms tightening a bit around his neck.

"You'll just torture us the entire time so might as well get ours in right now," Ray told his friend, turning the wheel into the driveway of the rather extravagant hotel at the top of the hill, the black iron gates already awaiting open for them. "This place is beautiful."

"Very big," Mikey said, already taking pictures to send to people since the ones on the website were vague and edited to seem haunted.

"Very white," Bob added, looking at the large hotel which was painted entirely white except for the golden accented areas. "I hope the inside is better because this is blinding," He said, turning his game off and shoving it back into his bed.

"Get up now, Frankie," Gerard said, shaking the younger man on his lap a bit. "We're here."

"Ok," Frank mumbled, gradually forcing himself awake as Ray pulled the van around the looping drive to the steps that led to a large porch and the double wooden doors. Gerard let him go, rubbing his back to wake him until Frank climbed into the empty seat again, rubbing his eyes and yawning while Ray turned the van off and seatbelts came off the two in the front.

Bob yanked open the door and jumped out, Ray getting out as well with the keys, Mikey putting his laptop into its designated case. Frank moved himself from the back seat to the one Bob had gotten off of, laying down again, Gerard rolling his eyes and pulling himself from the van to stretch. "They're seriously giving us this entire place to stay?" He raised an eyebrow while looking over the large building. It was only two stories but expanded quite a distance. "I mean, they do know we're a bunch of lazy slobs, right?" Bob smacked his arm playfully before going to the trunk.

"Getting out or not, Frank?" Bob asked as he began pulling things out, chucking them to the dusty ground.

"No," Frank said, folding his arms to act as a pillow for his head.

"Good bye then," Gerard said, pulling the van door shut and going to grab his bags from the ground where Bob had thrown them, Ray going up the porch to the door as Mikey photographed absolutely everything in sight. Ray found an envelope with a key and note taped to the door, welcoming them to the hotel and explaining a bit of the hotels history as well as saying the owner would stop by a little later to give them an official welcome. He stuck the key in his pocket then went back to the others, letting them read the note as he got his things from the ground.

"How heartwarming," Bob sarcastically said as Mikey read the note aloud, passing by them to go to the porch, setting his stuff down and walking around the wooden deck to examine the surrounding land. Gerard shrugged and swung one bag over his shoulder, picking up the other two, and followed Bob.

"What about Frank?" Ray called after him, noticing the younger, hyper, almost fearless guitarist's absence.

"He's got two legs," Gerard called back, climbing the slightly squeaky steps. "Just leave him."

"I will never understand how he works..." Ray said, shaking his head a little with a sigh as Mikey laughed and put his phone away to grab his own belongings.

"I've known him my entire life and I still don't understand how he works," He told Ray as they headed to the door as well, figuring that Frank would eventually follow whenever he got tired of lying alone in the hot van. "You learn to stop trying," Mikey said as Ray reached the door. "No one is capable of understanding how Gerard functions."

"And no one is capable of dating you," Gerard replied to his brother from the bench he decided to lounge on.

"Maybe I should become gay like you then," Mikey reached back as Ray retrieved the key from his pocket to let them all inside.

"If no girl wants you," Gerard uncrossed his legs and stood up, "There's no way any guy will."

"Asshole," Mikey scowled, Gerard grinning proudly.

"Don't listen to him, Mikey," Bob said, patting the bassist's shoulder. "You always have your computer porn," Gerard burst into laughter as Ray pushed the door open, Mikey's face a cross between hurt and embarrassed. They all entered the building behind Ray, standing not far from the door as they looked around.

"At least it beats the van," Gerard dropped his things, looking around. "More room in here."

"Not enough for your ego," Mikey mumbled, walking farther inside as well. Right inside the door was a large flight of marble stairs and a chandelier, a large room to the left that held living-room like furniture scattered throughout the space. To the right was a dining room with many small, round tables, closed in by glass doors and windows. The floor was a maroon color and the walls white with a gold-painted wooden casing.

"Did they expect the fucking queen of England here?" Bob asked, still annoyed with the white and gold.

"I like it and I think we'll do just fine here." Ray said, balancing everyone. "I'm sure rooms are on the second floor so we can go explore that later," He lowered his bags to the ground. "Before we explore though, someone needs to go get Frank," He said because out of all of them, Frank was most likely the one who would get lost in the building.

They all looked to Gerard who, when turned around, felt like he was on trial. "What?"

"You go get Frank," Bob said, heading off towards the living room area.

"Why me?" Gerard asked with his signature diva attitude, crossing his arms. "He has two legs and will come along eventually."

"And you're his boy toy so you get to deal with all things Frank related," Mikey said, following Bob.

"I'm sure you'll find a way to get him here," Ray gave Gerard a small smile, stepping over bags and heading after the other two. Gerard sighed and stepped over everything, walking through the still open door and down the stairs to the van, yanking the door open again then climbing in, sitting on his knees next to Frank who had fallen asleep again.

"Frankie," He said softly, shaking Frank's shoulders gently. "You have to get up and come inside now," Gerard rubbed small circles on the man's back as well. "Come on, babe."

"Wha' time izzit?" Frank mumbled, slowly entering reality again.

"Time for you to get up and inside the beautiful hotel we'll be staying in," Gerard said, Frank raising his head and blinking his eyes, yawning, then reaching out towards his boyfriend who accepted him with a smile. "Now, get up," Gerard kissed Frank who simply whined and laid back against the seat. "Fine," He sighed, getting out of the van and grabbing Frank's ankles, harshly tugging them so he flew to the edge of the seat, almost off.

"Gee!" Frank whined, dropping to his knees, his arms still stretched over the seat.

"Let's go, short stuff," Gerard said, leaving Frank to get the bags still scattered on the ground from Bob's not-so-considerate way of emptying the trunk. "Everyone's waiting Frank. You've slept almost the entire day so you can survive a few hours up," Gerard said, smacking Frank's ass as he walked back towards the door.

"Effort," Frank whined, exhaustedly pulling himself from the van and using all his strength to shut the door. He actually hadn't slept much at all; just laid there and listened to everyone. Standing on the ground, he rubbed his eyes, glancing up at the building before him, staring into one of the glass windows on the second floor.

"Coming?" Gerard called from the porch, turning to look back at his boyfriend to make sure he was.

"Yeah, Frank mumbled, rubbing his eyes again. He had to be imagining things. They were the only ones staying at the hotel for the next month. Shaking the image from his head, Frank started towards the door where Gerard impatiently waited.

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The owner of the hotel, a Jepha something, had only stayed a couple of minutes there to tell them about the building and how they were permitted anywhere on the grounds but were advised not to go alone. Bob rolled his eyes at this and waited for the man to depart to go set up his XBOX. Jepha told them that once a week someone would stop by to check on supplies, such as food, and how the gate will be locked at all times to keep the over hormonal fangirls away since it was surely going to get out where they were staying; probably by someone who worked for them.

When he left, saying he doesn't like to be there at night, Bob practically burst from his seat on the couch and headed towards the still-piled bags. "I'm going to find a room," He said, hoisting his belongings over a shoulder. "There's plenty of rooms for all of you to be at least a room away," There was a bit of soft laughter from the other four. "And you two," Bob directed his attention towards Frank and Gerard who innocently sat on the floor, "You can be a few rooms away."

"I think I'll come sleep on you floor," Frank smiled, Bob glaring a bit before starting up the stairs to the second level. He laughed and watched Bob leave, having no intention of sleeping anywhere near him.

"Anyone up for a bit of exploring?" Ray asked, figuring no one would be up to really anything that night, or probably the next.

"No," Gerard lazily answered, leaning his head back against the couch. "I actually just want to go to bed..." He smirked and Ray sighed, not wanting to think about what Gerard was implying. "Shall we go follow Sir Bryar in a room selection?" He asked Frank, standing up and causing the younger man to fall over since he had been leaning lazily on Gerard.

"That would require more movement..." Frank whined, laying on his side and looking up at Gerard.

"Physical excursion won't kill you," Gerard said, lightly kicking his boyfriend. "Either come with me or sleep on your own," He turned and started for the bags, Frank whining and pushing himself from the ground to trail after Gerard miserably.

"So..." Ray watched the two go up the stairs, trying not to think about the slight giggling that floated back down as he turned to face Mikey. "Wanna come explore with me?"

"Sure," Mikey said, frowning at the fact he still was having problems getting an internet connection. He pushed his laptop aside and slid his phone into his pocket, Ray beaming a little at the company and the two started off towards the dining room. Each small rounded table had a dust covered table cloth which stretched down to the floor and two to three chairs with matching white cushions propped up against them in a tilted position. The lights hanging from the ceiling only went to a moderately dim setting to create a 'romantic' feel as Ray put it for the people eating.

"I guess the kitchen's through here," Ray said, weaving between the tables towards a door at the end of the dining room which had a small round window. It was a swinging door which creaked when pushed from not being used in who knows how long. He held it open for Mikey, afraid that the younger man would only end up walking into the door as it swung back if not and, though they constantly pick on each other, Gerard is very protective and defensive of his younger brother so Ray didn't want to put up with getting bitched at for hours.

The kitchen was pretty standard. It had an industrial sized fridge and a few ovens, cupboards full of dishes, pots and pans hanging from a rack over the island in the middle, and a couple of sinks. Mikey walked to the fridge and yanked it open, glancing inside to see it was already well stocked with random foods to their taste which Brian had no doubt requested. There was, after all, a bunch of sushi as well as stuff Frank would eat since he was a vegetarian. He grabbed a bottle of water, offering one to Ray, and continued to follow the older man as they left the kitchen to go to the back of the hotel.

A door separated the kitchen from the living room, another door with a large glass center leading from the living to the back porch. Ray and Mikey stepped outside and looked around, a large well-maintained garden spreading across the land, a little path starting at the end of the steps, winding through the flowers to a small gazebo which sat up on a small hill. There was a little pond off to the side of the hill, the black iron fence stretching around the entire premises. All in all, it was a really pretty place they were staying. Big and extravagant, a bit much, yes; but beautiful and peaceful.

"Wanna bet Frank gets lost first?" Ray asked Mikey, a teasing smile on his lips.

"Most likely," Mikey agreed with a bit of laughter. "I bet we'll have to drag Bob away from the XBOX."

"Gerard from the darkness," He added, Mikey laughing a little more. "It's really not that hard to find your way around; just really big."

"And Frank's pretty small," Mikey continued to tease the un-present man. "For somewhere with a supposed tragic past of a mass murder and haunting, you would think they would have less white."

"Maybe the killer was very clean and only got blood on the maroon carpet?" Ray suggested, leaning against the wall and inhaling the clean air with the drifting smell from the flowers. It was a really strong smell actually; the vast amount of flowers contributing their unique scents.

"Maybe," Mikey agreed with a light, playful tone. Honestly, he didn't believe any of it either. He just, unlike Bob, liked the idea of believing in it. Mikey was an avid fan of horror; as was his brother and usually Frank. Ray enjoyed it and Bob, well no one knew much about Bob except that he lived for the XBOX and a select few other gaming systems. "These flowers are giving me a headache," Mikey said, frowning and laying a hand on his head which suddenly started turning with pain.

"Yeah, it's making me a little nauseous," Ray agreed with a small nod, pushing off the wall and opening the door which he held for Mikey, bringing them back into the living room. "I guess there's really nothing left to do tonight but pick out rooms and call it a night," He said, passing by their instruments which were in the far corner of the living room, barely boxed for protection. It's not like they were using their instruments technically anyway. Mikey would have flipped if his bass was so improperly taken care of.

"I wonder how many rooms there are," Mikey said more to himself than to Ray, picking up the case holding his laptop and letting it dangle from his shoulder while going towards his bags of belongings.

"Only one way to find out," Ray said, pushing the front door shut completely and turning the lock out of habit though he assumed the gates were already locked so no one could get in.

"I just want to be far from my brother," Mikey smiled as he started up the stairs, Ray grabbing his things and following.

"Don't we all," He answered with an amused smile because, while they all unfortunately knew pretty much what occurred between the eldest and youngest members of their band, they under no circumstances wanted to listen to it all night long. It's bad enough on a tour bus.

The second floor was basically a hall of doors; most of which bore numbers for the rooms. All the doors were open, except a few, two of which Ray and Mikey assumed had their other band mates. Mikey headed off to the right and Ray off to the left to pick rooms, trying to create space amongst them all for privacy. From brief inside glances, all the rooms looked generally the same to Mikey. However, he was particularly drawn to room 203, almost as though he was being physically pushed there.

The room was nice, considering some of the places they've stayed before; even if it didn't have any room service or anything. There was a queen sized bed decorated in a plain blue comforter with matching pillows, an entertainment stand with a television, a nightstand with a phone, a desk, two windows, and his own little bathroom with a shower and toilet. He didn't know why he was so drawn to room out of all the ones available for him to chose, but it didn't much matter to Mikey as he set his stuff down and pulled his laptop out, setting it on the desk to make the room a little more home-like.

It was definitely a room worth keeping when Mikey got internet access because the rest of the building seemed to be lacking it.

He glanced out the window and saw their van almost perfectly, the porch roof just barely cutting off the front of the white vehicle. Smiling, Mikey sat down on the bed, a small gush of cold air brushing over him which he thought nothing of, before getting back up and going to the computer to begin his nightly random updates on twitter, pushing the door shut for unneeded privacy.



A/N--- RIP Panic at the Disco. It will never be the same without Ryan + Jon (more so Ryro)