You're A Killer (Vampire! Frikey)

Psych Ward

I walk home to find Frank in the living room, tapping his foot angrily.

"Where were you?"

"Out at the bar for a pint."

"And you left me here alone?!"

I was taken back by that comment.

Was he dependant on me?

"I-I'm sorry, Frankie I-"

He ran up and hugged me tightly.

"Don't leave me alone by myself!"

I rubbed his back lightly and breathed in the sweet smell of his blood. It smelled like the woods in the morning after a long night of rain.

I noticed he was shaking slightly.

Then I noticed my fangs grazing along his neck.

I kiss his cheek and he hugs me tighter.

The phone begins ringing. I walk over to it and Frank follows, holding his hands to his chest shyly while covering them with his sleeves.

I pick it up

"Hello?" I ask.

"Hello, is this Mr. Way?"

I furrow my eyebrows.

"Yes it is. How may I help you?"

I watch as Frank sits at the kitchen table, drawing on the back of a 7/11 receipt.

"This is Jackson County Mental Health Hospital. A woman named...Alexia Varrucio requested a visit from you as soon as possible."

"Okay. I'll be there in a couple minutes. Thank you."

I slam the phone down before the guy on the other end could say goodbye.

"Frankie uhm...I have to go. It's really important."

"Where are you going?"

"The uhm...mental hospital in Jackson."

"Why?! Can I go with you?"

"Uhm...I don't think it would be best-"

"Please! I don't want to be alone."

"Fine. But stay next to me the entire time."

"I know...I'm not a baby...it's not like I'm going to run around and touch everything I see."

"Fine. Let's just...call a taxi or something."

"Taxi? No...I got a '67 T-Bird in the shed of my backyard."

"O-...oh..."

"Yeah...you've got a drivers license, right?" I ask him. He rolls his eyes.

"Yeah...kinda..."

Frank grabs his keys and runs out and I quickly follow him. He unlocks the shed and there it was.

A 1967 Thunder Bird with a light gray interior and a beautiful turquoise blue exterior.

In all of my 200 years of being alive, I've never seen a car so fucking pretty.

"I'm assuming you know how to drive considering the fact that you're hopping into the drivers seat?" I ask.

"Haven't we established this?"

"Yes."

"Then yes...I can drive...somewhat."

I walk over and snatch the car keys from his hand.

He sighs and hops into the passengers seat, his head down and arms folded like a child.

I jump in and drive through the backyard.

"I've never been to a mental hospital before. Is it scary, like in the movies?" He asked as we pull on to Main Street.

"Sort of...except the lights are brighter, it's clean...sometimes a little too clean...there's no electroshock therepy and theres less blood."

I watch as he shifts uncomfortably. "O-oh.."

I rub his shoulder while still paying attention to the road.

"It's okay...I'll be with you the entire time. No need to worry."

One Hour Later

We arrived at the hospital. I look at a window, watching a man in a hostipal gown wave slowly.

I park and hop out.

I open the door to find Frank shaking and looking around nervously.

"Mikey...I don't think I can go in..."

"I'll be right next to you...don't worry."

He got out and held my hand tightly.

We walk in and go to the front desk, Frank was still shaking.

"We're here to see Alexia-."

She cut me off.

"Room 221B."

We were escorted by a guard.

His name was Mycroft.

Frank gripped my hand tightly as we walked passed the the cells of screaming people.

Mycroft stopped short.

"Have fun..."

I'M SO SORRY THAT I HAVEN'T UPDATED THERE'S JUST BEEN A SHUT TON OF PERSONAL ISSUES FOR ME I HOPE YOU ALL UNDERSTAND PLEASE DON'T KILL ME.