Oh wow another ??????

"Tell me what happened." He told.

"What?" I asked.

"Sorry- sorry- it'd just. Tell me how it happened. Your brother."

"My-" I hesitated. Licking my fang a little in contemplation. "Why?" I asked.

"Please. I wanna know what happened. That time stamp isn't on any cams in the area." He explained.

"They- aren't ?" I asked. He nodded. "That sick little f-"

"Gerard." Pete argued. He doesn't like Patrick hearing curses. Boy would he not like to know what Ronnie has said to him. I growled at him.

"Please?" Awsten asked.

"You really wanna know?" I asked. He nodded again. "F i n e."

December 14 2018

"Geeeeee," Mikey whined.

"W haaaaaat," I mocked his tone stepping into the room. He was sprawled out on my bed. Laying on his back. His glasses on my nightstand. He wore his normal outfit. A black zip up jacket. Black and white checkered shirt, red bandana on his neck, and his beanie on the floor. "Get your shoes off my bed!" I argued.

He smirked with one boot on my bed to two. Putting his black skinny jean covered legs together.

"Okay. I'm gonna go bite the head off Sprinkle." I told folding my arms and standing semi sassily. My black hair fell into my face.

"NO!" Mikey yelped sitting up on my bed and facing me. His legs now off the side of my bed. "Don't hurt h e r-" he whined. I smirked.
"Whatever you say bear." I shrugged. He fell onto his back again with an exhale.

"You scared the shit out of me," he whined.

"Oh really?" I asked.

"Y e s." He spoke. Looking to me the best he could without glasses.

"I have a propersition for you." I told.

"Oh do you," he asked.

"Yes." I started walking over to him. "Come with me to get some food and I'll buy her a friend."

He gasped and sat up. Knocking his head into mine. I fumbled back. Falling onto my ass.
"Ow.." He mumbled. Holding his head.

"I was a little closer then you thought huh," I asked reaching up for his glasses.

"Yeah," he mumbled. He soon looked up to me. His light brown hair in three straightened spikes in his face

"Jesus your hair," I teased.

"Oh come on." He whined. "Its fine its just flat ironed."

"Straighter then you'll ever be." I joked.

"OH SAYS YOU!" he argued. I handed his glasses to him.

"Frank isn't my boyfriend." I argued.

"Oh yeah right." He rolled his eyes before putting his glasses on.

"He's not, he's just a friend."

"A friend that's fucked you."

"MiCHEAL." I threatened.

"WHAT," he spoke back. I rolled my eyes and got to my feet.

"Its not like that." I told.

"Then what is it like?" He asked picking his beanie off the floor.

"I dunno." I shrugged.

"Exactly, gay." He argued.

"Oh i never said I wasn't." I teased as he put on the beanie.

"Oh of course you didn't." He replied sarcastically.

"Common, I'm want food."

"'I'm want food'??" He tried to clarify what I had said.

"Yes," I spoke stepping over to where my boots where.

"Okay," he sighed as I put them on.

"Common Mikes you gotta love me to stay with me this long." I teased.

"Yeah whatever." He sighed. My red tie fell into view as I stood. I looked down at my outfit. Black jeans, black button up shirt and red tie. Much nice. I looked up to Mikey.
"Are you just gonna go attack someone ?"

"I'll probably call up Frank. He doesn't get effected by that. I can't kill him in a feeding way." I explained.

"That's just an excuse to publicly fuck him isn't it?" He asked with a blank expression.

"What- no- frank and I are just friends. Plus, 'public fuck' sounds disgusting." I shook my head.

"You say that now," he mumbles.

"Wh-" I wanted to argue but so many things where going threw my head to even make one comment.

"Call your boyfriend, see where he can meet up." He sighed walking into his room in search of something. I pulled out my phone and got to my feet searching for his contact. Call.

"Hey babe," he teased.

"You and Mikey are both doing that now." I sighed.

"Wait Mikey's calling you 'babe'??" He was kinda laughing while he was talking.

"No- not that- i- never mind." I sighed. "Remember that alley we used to smoke at?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you meet us there in a few," I asked.

"'Us'?"

"Yeahhh,"

"D a m n." He sighed.

"What?"

"Nothin',"

"Okay." I spoke slowly.

"I'll be able to get there in five that work?" He asked.

"Yeah that's fine," I agreed.

"Rad, see you then," he agreed.

"Alright," then the call ended. I looked over to Mikey who was standing in his doorway.
"Ready to go?" I asked.

"As long as you two don't fuck, yeah," this time he wore a smirk. Insinuating it was a joke. I rolled my eyes.

"Public fuck" I teased him.

"Yeah yeah whatever." He sighed. The two of us soon left.

It only really takes s few minutes to get here anyway. We stood in the alley for a little before something with force knocked me back into the alley wall. I looked to see an Angel with white faded to red wings. He wore a white button up shirt and red tie. Black fringe with red shaved hair around that.

"Hey Frankie," I smirked at him.

"Hey gee," he smirked back. I moved quickly to flick him again the wall. A little harder then I intended but it wouldn't hurt him.

"I want to feed upon you," I told showing my fangs a little.

"Go ahead," he told. I smirked. Upon myself being a big tease to him, he moved his sleeve to let me bite there but I had other intentions. Before he could get the sleeve far enough up I bit harshly into the side of his neck.

He let out a shaky breath. I put my hands on his shoulders to keep him in place. Knowing how bad this guy is with kinks and everything this'll probably fuck him over and I love doing that.
"F-fuck-" he mumbled.

"Oh jesus Christ you two." Mikey sighed before I assume walking off. I just continued to bite and feed upon his blood. Thick and sweet. The b e s t.

I felt franks hands on my chest before he pulled my chest against his. I smirked and bit him harder. I could tell he was trying to make any noises. Pulling on my shirt as his wing twitched. I loved this.

I heard my brother yelp in the other area. I carefully removed my fangs from frank and looked in that direction. Frank was breathing heavily against the wall. Out of habit I walked that direction.

I was heavily confused. Even more so when two guys grabbed my arms and held me still with my arms behind me. I tried to get against them but I couldn't. A guy stepped out. Spiky black hair. One I'd later Learn is Ronnie.

He pulled a gun up directed for my head. I growled. Glaring at the guy. The two holding me dropped me to my knees. Franks blood still dripping off my lips.

"Woah woah hold on here-" Mikey argued jumping into the scene.

"Get out of my way kid." Ronnie growled pointing the gun at Mikey. Mikey slipped down in front of me.

"Can't we talk about this, be rational?" He asked.

"Kid you don't know what your doing."

"Mikey. Go to frank. Now." I argued. He gestured me off. Standing. Ronnie kept the gun pointed at Mikey. I could hear Mikey's anxiety. His heart racing.

"Kid." Ronnie growled. Mikey stepped forward.

"Please, he's done nothi-" a gun shot. I yelled as Mikey's body dropped to the floor. In a moment of pure anger I hit my head into the guy to my left. Elbowing the other. I grabbed the guy on the left and threw him into the wall while I threw the other off me and into the first. Both fell to the floor unconscious.

In a quick lunge I was able to punch Ronnie in the face. Blood dripping from his nose. He fell back as I looked down to Mikey. Laying on the ground. A gunshot threw his head. "Mikey," I spoke shakily as tears began to well up in my eyes.

Before I could realize what was happening Ronnie tackled me to the ground. I tried to push him off but he put something hot against my chest. Burning threw my shirt. I screamed against him. Throwing my body but I got weaker and weaker.

Then he was thrown off me. Being too weak to truly move I looked in the direction of Ronnie. Frank hissed at him, defending me.

"Your all so stupid." Ronnie argued. Firing what I could only assume is another gunshot but at Frank this time. His body fell back and I felt myself falling off reality. Thinking the three of us where dead.
But no. I woke up here. With no one o
But Pete freaking out. No Mikey. No Frank. No family. No one anymore.