You're A Killer (Vampire! Frikey)

You're So Problematic, Mikey

Author's Note: This chapter is dedicated to the angelic, beautiful, adorable highlight of my life, @frankmoans .

Mikey's POV

I knew that was a bad idea.

And to think...in that split second I could have killed him! Just by biting his neck!

I curled up on the couch and stared at the ceiling. "Frank..." I muttered.

I heard light, quiet footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Mikey...are...are you okay?

I shifted uncomfortably at the sound of his voice.

"Fine." I said plainly.

"You're not fucking fine...tell me what's wrong."

"It's my fault...I shouldn't have listened to you when you said you wanted to become a vampire. I'm making your life hell...I killed your ex...I made you into a fucking monster...and for what?!" I said, raising my voice at the last phrase.

Frank flinched. He crawled onto the couch and cuddled up next to me.

"I-I'm sorry, Mikey...If being a vampire meant that you would be unhappy...the I wouldn't have asked you to turn me in the first place."

"It's okay, Frankie."

I played with his hair and after a couple of minutes, he slowly fell asleep.

Luckily, Frank was a deep sleeper so I carefully detached myself from his arms, went upstairs and slipped on my shirt.

I headed out the door, making sure it didn't make too much noise.

Now it's time to get back into the old swing of things.

I decided to go into town to have a nice, light lunch...even though it was past 12:00...late lunch then.

I walked into a bar and order a pint of Guinness.

I started intentionally flirting with a girl with black hair and blonde streaks, a bad spray tan and a neon orange tube top that made me get a headache and she had to pull it up every 2 minutes.

"Do you wanna head back to my place?" She asked, circling her long, painted fingernails around the inside of my thigh, all with chewing her gum incredibly loud.

Hm...get laid and drink her blood?

I smile. "Sorry, sweetie. I'm gay. I'm already with someone."

She turned away.

I don't know what she was more disgusted with; The fact that I told her I was taken or the fact that she was rejected in the most embarrassing way possible.

I pay for the pint and walk out...I suddenly see a familiar figure alone at a booth in the back...

Gerard.

I angrily march up to him. He looks up at me with his hazel, doe-like eyes. There was a glint fear.

"You and I...outside...now." I growl through gritted teeth.

I basically drag him out of the bar and pin him to the side of the builing.

"P-please don't hurt me again!" He squirmed.

"I'm not going to...not if you don't tell me why the fuck you're still alive."

I dig my fingernails into his small, bony wrists.

"I w-was sent by...by an old friend of y-yours...her name i-is Alexia...she turned me...you didn't kill me..."

Alexia? She was dead almost 20 years ago.

Guess her dear old dad decided to bring her back.

"What does she want?"

"She...sh-she wants Frank."

"Why?"

"For h-his blood. She s-says his blood is special to her...I don't know why t-though."

"You tell her to leave Frank and I alone."

"Can I talk to him? I-I miss him..."

"Hell no! You tortured that boy...you made him feel like shit."

"I'll visit anyway!"

"Take one step near him and I'll make sure your scrawny ass is officially dead."