You're A Killer (Vampire! Frikey)

You Better Turn This Car Around

We went into town.

Gerard gazed mindlessly out if the backseat window.

I looked at Frank, who was hanging his head.

I furrow my eyebrows.

"What's wrong, Frankie?"

"Nothing. Just...car sickness."

It wasn't car sickness. It was his lust for blood.

"Michael?" I say quietly.

"Hm?" He responded, not looking away from the road.

"You know when we started hanging out, you always kept a blood bag in the trunk or in the glovebox?"

"Yeah...you hungry?"

"Just a bit. But Frank needs it more."

"I think I have some. You can check in the glove box and if theres nothing there than I'll pull over and check the trunk."

I check the glove box. There was a condom, a restraining order and a small vial of blood.

I toss Frank the vial. He unscrewed the top and took a sip.

"I feel like I'm in that weird show on CW...the show with the tall, hot guys from Kansas and that intimidatingly attractive angel dude." Gerard said.

Michael looked at Gerard.

"Oh...The one where the mothers on fire on the ceiling?"

"Super...Supernatural!"

I look at Frank who was giggling.

I smile and look to the side. We were in the middle of a large, grassy plateau.

I saw a pack of wolves running towards us.

I grab Michael's shoulder. "Stop the fucking car!"

He looked to the side and slammed on the brakes.

Frank lunged forward out of his seat, almost launching himself out of the  windshield.

"And that, my dear children is why we wear fucking seatbelts!" Gerard screamed.

I looked back and saw that the wolves were chasing us.

As soon as Frank got back in his seat, Michael frantically whipped the car around.

"Are those friends of yours?!" Frank yelled.

"Fuck no. They're the ones that want to kill all of the vampires...and even the ones that want to kill all the humans and wolves that are associated with them."