Punk Rock and Vampires [MCR??]

[2] Three Cheers for Sweet, uh... Revenge?

I sat up with a gasp, breathing rapidly and looking around wildly. I was dizzy, for sure, and light headed as hell. For some reason that didn't stop me from trying to get up and I awkwardly clung onto the knobby tree next to me after losing my balance. 

"What the hell..?" I mumbled aloud, seeing as it was dark as hell and I appeared to be in a cemetery. Just my luck, of course. I pass out in the cemetery after being chased by some creepy fan? Honestly they probably drugged me and stole my cash or something. I mean, that dream I had was lowkey weird. People are weird as hell these days, I swear.

I continue grumbling to myself as I struggle my coat on and reach down to pick up my switchblade and newly cracked phone. Isn't that just fucking lovely? I huff and pick up Destiny, quickly stumbling through the cemetery, because oh what I would give to be at the room right now.

In the room I can sit down with Jay and talk about my night, and Jay can hold me, and I can hold their hand, and we can listen to music together until we-

SHIT, JAY!

I let out an incredible string of curses as I rush out of the cemetery and down the sidewalk, scratching viciously at the the "bug bites" on my wrists and neck all the while. Damn you, mosquitos!

I'm quickly approaching the building when I suddenly see a man exit and start walking in my direction. Almost suddenly there's a gnawing in my stomach, growing, spreading, like I've never felt before. The only thoughts going through my mind scream to be fed, yearning for blood, so loud that I put my hands over my ears to try and block it out, but to no avail. The hunger and the will of the voices are too strong for now. I have to obey, I need to satisfy it..

As the man approaches me, I get a good look at him. Tall, lanky, and a bit scruffy in appearance. He's wearing a dark coat and has a nose ring. He doesn't appear to be someone important, and he's just.. right here..

As the man goes to pass me I grab him by the arm and pull him into an alley in between the building and the cemetery with strength I genuinely did not believe I had before tonight. I shove him up against a wall, the fear in his eyes fueling me to go further.

"P-Please!" He stammered. "Take my money! That's what you want, right? Take it and let me go!" He fumbled around for his wallet and tears threatened to spill from his eyes as he pleaded with me.

"I can't do that, sir," I said as I tightened my grip on his neck, "I'm not here for your money."

"Th-Then what are you-"

I cut him off as I sank my new, sharp fangs into his neck before he could realize what was happening. He struggled for a minute, trying desperately to get away from me, but my grip was like iron and he was losing blood fast anyway. His warm blood slid down my throat, and for some sick and twisted reason, I actually liked the taste.

Eventually he went limp and there was no more blood for me to drink. I let his body drop to the ground, crumpled and lifeless. Blood dripped down my face and onto my shirt from my first kill. I wiped some of the blood off onto my coat sleeve, taking in the scene. The hunger began to fade but it didn't quite hit me yet just what I'd done. Footsteps approached from the dark and out stepped- wouldn't you know! Mikey fucking Way!

"You bastard!" I exclaimed when I realized who he was.

"Hey," he said with a slight wave as he kept walking towards me.

"So it- it wasn't a dream, and, and, you're really vampires and now- I-"

"Yeah, sorry about that, kid," Mikey said as he got closer. He stopped a good 15 feet in front of me and stuck his hands in his pants pockets. "Don't worry, though, the worst hunger will go away in a day or so. You shouldn't need to drain another human, like, ever. The killing's definitely permanent though!" His face was mostly bare of emotion or expression, besides a small smile that twitched at the corners of his mouth as he adjusted his glasses, and his eyebrows raising slightly as he watched me sink into a fit of anger.