You're A Killer (Vampire! Frikey)

Keep Your Friends Close And Your Vampiric Personality Closer

Frank stared at me. "You seem deep in thought." He said.

"Yeah...I uh...I am."

He moved a lock of hair away from my eyes.

"Frankie I have something to tell you...something important."

No! Don't fucking say it! You'll go to prison and you'll basically be fucked as far as getting blood goes...and you won't see Frank again...

"What is it?"

I took a long, deep, shaky breath.

"I...killed...Gerard."

He took a long, dragged out breath.

He went into a drawer and pulled out a gun. Glock 18 to be exact.

I look him in the eyes. There was no emotion except for betrayal in them.

"Go ahead...shoot me. I promise you it won't do much."

He aimed it at me and fired.

It hit my right shoulder.

I didn't scream.

I didn't flinch.

I didn't fall to the floor dramatically.

I sat on the chair in the same position before he shot me.

He dropped the gun and it hit the old, unpolished wooden floor with a loud thud.

"You got a hole in my favorite shirt." I said calmly.

"Wha-what the fuck are you?!" He yelled as he backed up against the marble counter.

"Y'know, I get asked that question a lot. I'll give it to you straight. I'm a vampire and I drank your shitty boyfriend dry before warming up to you first."

"You're insane!" He yelled.

"Psychopath." I corrected.

"Listen...I didn't mean to kill him...I just wanted to get your name out of him...then...my uhm...instincts...kinda...kicked in..."

"Fucking prove it."

"Excuse me?"

"Prove you're a vampire."

I look him dead in the eyes. He realizes that what he just said is the equivalent of him saying that he wants to kill himself, right?

"No. I don't...I don't want to hurt you."

"Then I'm calling the police."

Fuck, this kid is relentless.

"I admire your determination, Frankie, I really do. Like I said before though, I don't want to hurt you."

He picked up his phone.

I pinned him to the counter.

"Call the police and I'll make sure you'll never be able to walk again." I whispered in his ear.

Instead of trying to move away, he just let out a high pitched whimper.

I nipped gently at his neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but just to leave a small bruise.

He let out a small moan. Damn, this kid is sensitive.

"Mikey please...stop."

I stopped and looked at him.

I backed away.

"Mikey...what I meant by 'proving it' I meant...I want you to turn me into a vampire."