You're A Killer (Vampire! Frikey)

Arkansas

As we drove down the parkway, Frank played with the necklace.

"What the fuck is this even going to do against hundred of wolves?" He questioned.

"Maybe it has some secret spell or something." Gerard piped up.

Frank turned around and flicked him in the head.

"Ow! Hey, just here me out...maybe it's not a spell...maybe it has something to do with your blood. Maybe that's why Alexis wanted it so badly."

Frank looked at me and I shrugged.

"Gerard Arthur Way, you are literally the dumbest smart person I've ever encountered in my entire fucking life." Frank frowned.

"Y'know, maybe he's right." I said.

"Gerard, do you have a pocket knife with you?" I asked, pulling into the shoulder of the highway.

"Uhm..." He searched his pockets. "Yeah. It's not very sharp though."

He handed it to me.

"Frank, give me the necklace." I said.

"Why?"

"Give me it!"

He gave it to me.

I flicked the knife open and quickly cut into his arm.

I held the bloody knife over the cross.

As soon as the blood dropped...

White.

We were surrounded by a dense, dark forest.

I look in my hand.

The necklace was black and a pearl replaced the small garnet stone in the middle.

"M-Mikey...where are we?!" Gerard said frantically.

"By the looks of it we're in wolf territory."

"Micheal James fucking Way." I heard a gruff Texan accent say.

I turned around. Michael McKallen.

"Long time, no see." I said, hugging him.

Michael McKallen was one of the few wolves who didn't despise me.

"So, what are you doing in Arkansas?"

Arkansas?!

"Oh uhm..." I began.

He inturrupted me.

"Alexis. She sent you here, didn't she?" He asked.

"Not exactly." Gerard piped up. "We found out through Mikey's fantastic deduction skills that Franks blood, along with the necklace Alexis gave us, that we can teleport."

Frank flashed him a dirty look.

"Please tell me you guys are lying...because that's..." Michael said.

"Too crazy to be true? We know. We couldn't believe it happened either." Frank interrupted.

"Yeah...well...Listen, guys, I'm assuming you're gonna need a place to stay since you didn't...make arrangements...to be here. Aren't you guys from Jersey?" Michael smiled.

"Yeah we do, thanks. And yes, we are." Gerard said.

Michael beckoned us to follow him.

After a few minutes of walking, we ealk onto a dirt road.

Micheal tapped the hood on his car, told us to hop in and headed east.

Authors Note: I'm sorry...short chapter...kinda been depressed lately. I'll update as soon as I can.

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