You're A Killer (Vampire! Frikey)

Alexia Varrucio: Vampire Oracle

Mycroft walked away.

A young girl sat on a plastic chair, twitching.

"Alexia? It's Mikey..." I said calmly, trying not to provoke her, not knowing what would happen.

I made sure to keep Frank at a distance.

She lifted her head up. She was not how I remembered her...

Her once porcelain skin was now riddled with scabs, bruises and bitemarks.

Her eyes were dark with tear stains running down her hollowed cheeks.

She looked dead.

Well, that's because she was...she's a vampire for Christ sake.

But she looked worse than me.

"Mikey...nice to see you..." She whispered.

Her voice wasn't soft, sweet and almost hypnotic like it was before.

It was sharp and raspy.

"Frank...him...I need...Frank..." She twitched.

"Gerard! Yes...uhm...G-Gerard I...he...he's with you! He's coming...to see you!"

"Alexia...what do you want with Frank?"

"No...he...he needs me...he's one of us! Don't let him go!"

"Alexia...?"

"Too many questions!!! Stop it!!! Gerard is c-coming...he's here...to take us! Free us! Quiet...shhh...they'll hear you whisper...no stopping it now...it's all gone...we're dead. The vampire race...boom! Collapses in front of your very eyes!"

She pointed to a picture on the wall. It consisted of blood, food and some... unidentifiable things.

It was a city with toppled buildings and 3 men standing in front of it.

Damn.

Frank walked over and held my hand.

Alexia looked at him an tilted her head.

"Vampire...he's just a child..."

Frank shifted uncomfortably.

"Not a child..." He muttered.

Alexia turned away.

We saw Gerard walk toward us.

Frank, unphased by the sudden appearance of his ex, looked away.

Alexia rushed up to the bars of the cell.

"Gerard!...Yes...This is...perfect..." She muttered.

"Hello Frank." Gerard smiled, as if I wasn't there.

Gerard went to hug him but Frank punched him in the face.

"Don't you dare touch me or I'll drain every drop of blood in your body so fast you won't even feel it." He said calmly.

I was taken aback by the comment.

"Frank..."

"Gerard you ruined me. You kicked me when I was down...sometimes literally...you made me feel like shit. You made me feel like I was just a, and I quote, a 'worthless, dumb piece of shit'." Frank said, showing no emotion.

Gerard stood in front of us in awe.

"Frank I don't understand...You...You meant everything to me..."

"Shut up...Just...Shut up."

Alexia rushed around her cell, muttering something about blood.

"Alexia...what do you want with Frank's blood?"

She stopped in her tracks and stared at me.

She wrapped her bony, bloodied hands around the thick metal bars of the cell.

"He could save us...Wolves...are coming...they no longer are our friends."

"Alexia what do you mean?"

"Don't say my name! They'll hear...they're already here...coming...they're coming for us."

"What do the wolves want with us?" Gerard asked.

Alexia reached into the pocket of her dirty sweatpants.

She pulled out a necklace and reached her hand out.

Frank took it and inspected it carefully.

It was a garnet stone surrounded by a pure silver cross.

"Kill them. Kill them all."