Death's Muse

Chapter Sixteen;

Mikey knew what he was going to see was going to terrify him, was going to be beyond what was possible for his mind to comprehend. Something that would ruin his life. Mikey knew that. But, no matter how much he dreaded it, Mikey knew it was inevitable. 

He pulled his trembling hands away from his eyes and blinked away the tears of terror. His eyes adjusted through the smears of color, and what he saw was worse that could ever be described.

Blood.

More blood than Mikey had ever seen, more blood than Mikey knew even existed. His body shook in horror as he followed the crimson river up onto what Mikey could only compare to something out of a slasher movie. 

Frank was bent over the lifeless, drained body of Armando. Disgusting slurping noises could be heard echoing from Frank's frantic lips along with subdued laughter only obscured by the meat of Armando's neck. 

Frank was eating Armando.

Mikey was in a complete panic. He shakily rose to his feet, stumbling towards Frank. "N-N-No," He cried, his mind in a complete and total panic. Mikey was unsure about what it was that he was going to do to get Frank to cease, but he tried anyway, wrapping his arms around Frank's mid-half and attempting to pull him away from Armando's corpse.

He only succeeded for a moment before the vampire ripped away from him and lurched back towards his kill, launching himself over the corpse, commencing with the ripping and tearing and sucking. In a haze, Mikey backed himself against the wall again, tears of blind terror rolling down his face

"Frank... No..." He pleaded uselessly, collapsing to his knees. He pressed both hands over his lips, but that did little to stop his sobbing, "Frank... No..."

After a moment, Frank pulled away from the corpse and sat up disturbingly slow. He had his back to Mikey until he twisted his body around, mouth still broken out of place. The vampire met Mikey's eyes and snapped his jaw back into place. The noise seemed to break Mikey out of his trace.

His hands flew to his hair as his eyes beheld the body before him, sheer terror enveloping his eyes.

"YOU KILLED HIM! YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM!" He screamed suddenly, chest heaving in horror, "YOU KILLED HIM! WE'RE GOING TO GO TO FUCKING PRISON!" Mikey screams were drowned in his mournful cries, hands moving to his lips as he sobbed.

Frank moved towards the painter on his knees, and Mikey was too scared to move. He stayed there, frozen, as Frank laid blood-stained hands on his cheeks. A sick, sick grin churned across Frank's lips as he sat in in front of Mikey and held his gaze, like he knew a very funny secret.

"Become immortal, my love," He whispered in a calm and cool tone, "We can run away and be together...." His hands traced down Mikey's neck, "Forever."

"NO!" Mikey cried in return, his voice strong surprisingly through his harsh sobs, "I DON'T WANT TO LIVE FOREVER!"

Frank's lips curled in disgust at Mikey's response, and, without any sort of warning, he snapped his face forward towards Mikey. For a split instant, Mikey thought Frank was going to rip his throat out. He was only slightly surprised when his blood splattered lips met Mikey's in a sloppy, hard kiss.