Fear

A/N Just to warn you this is short and shit. Yknow... The usual...

Don't you hate it when you are suffering but nobody cares? No one gives you a second glance even though you know they could see the hurt in your eyes. How broken your heart was just from your posture, yet they still ignore you and carry on with their lives?

Frank knew that feeling. He knew it exceptionally well and he was fed up of it.

Gerard wasn't even sad. He was supposed to be Frank's best friend. They hadn't talked in two weeks and he didn't care. How could he not care? How could he cope?

Frank couldn't cope, and he was hurting. Hurting like a paper cut to the eyeball. He just wanted something. A sign, anything! Just to be able to read and understand the situation. At the moment he had no idea where he stood. He was just alone. They were all alone. No one cared anymore. No one at all.

Gerard had returned a few days ago with Mikey yet he hadn't spoken to Frank once. Just stared. Sometimes for just too long. Long enough for it to be awkward. Yet he never blushed or looked away, he just sighed. He looked disappointed. With himself or Frank, it was impossible to tell. But Frank just didn't understand what he was waiting for. Frank to come over and sort out a situation he didn't know existed? It made no sense. Gerard made no sense and it was driving Frank insane.

'Motherfucker!' Mikey screamed in frustration. That had been the forth time this day!

His forth near victim had been a patient in a hospital dying of lung cancer. The poor guy was in a lot of pain so Mikey figured it wouldn't be that bad to murder him.

But that fucking guy still managed to get there first! Didn't he understand Mikey's afterlife depended on him murdering people! It wasn't some sick hobby like this weirdo!

Mikey decided to go down a few rooms and see other patients. One he walked in nearly broke his rotting heart.

There was a mother holding a child in her arms, she was sobbing. The child was no older than 7. He lay limp in her arms, shaking occasionally from his mother's sobs. He was dead and she couldn't bear to carry on living. There was no more family left for her. She was alone and unloved.

Reminded him a bit of himself.

Now all he had to do was sit and wait. Wait for his rival. The enemy who stole his victims. He did not disappoint.

He was like a flash. A flash of darkness. That quickly just appeared and leapt upon the mother, sinking his teeth into her neck and sucking all her blood out. Was he a vampire? This thing. Surely vampires didn't exist? Yet Mikey existed. Who knew the limits of monsters of evil anymore. Probably none other than Satan himself and he was too self absorbed to care.

Mikey whipped the startled vampire around and started staring into his eyes, his gaze seemingly piercing the vampire's non existent soul. He couldn't see anything though, just darkness, no horror, no fear, just darkness.

Mikey grabbed the creature by the arm. It jumped and tried to escape but Mikey's grip was tight.

'Who are you?' Mikey spat at him. Fed up of the endless games.

'Nobody. I am nobody.' The thing replied not letting Mikey see his face again.

'Really nobody. So what are you then?' Mikey tightened his grip and the monster whimpered, suddenly not so tough anymore.

'A-a-a vampire...' Wow what a tough, scary vampire. This guy is really letting Mikey's stereotypical image down here.

'You're pathetic!' Mikey spat. Kind of confused at himself and unsure where this sudden burst of anger had come from.

The vampire whimpered again.

'I assume you kill all my victims for blood I suppose?'

'Yes.' The vampire was shaking with fright yet still insisted upon not looking up from the floor and seeing his face.

'Why are you following me?' Mikey asked so quietly it seemed to make it ten times more terrifying.

'I-I-I'm not.'

'YES YOU ARE! WHY?!' Mikey yelled shoving the vampire up against the wall making him gasp with pain.

'B-because you intregue me that's all.'

'What!? How do I intregue you?' Mikey asked desperate to make eye contact once more and destroy this creature's sanity.

'You have so much power yet you are reluctant to use it, why?' The vampire asked quietly.

'It's because I have no desire to do so.' Mikey replied shortly.

'But why do you have no desire?' The vampire pressed.

'Because killing is sick as fuck and I don't want to do that!' Mikey yelled in frustration kicking a nearby desk. The other boy flinched

'I know.'

'You know?'

'I know. Because I don't want to kill either. It is wrong. Yet it is the only thing I can do to stay alive. I must. I have no choice. I'm assuming you don't either?' He asked nervously.

'No. No I do not.' Mikey released his grip a little and the vampire relaxed.

'What is your real name nobody?'

'Pete. Pete Wentz and I'm sorry.' He said before suddenly dissapearing into thin air. Yet Mikey still smiled because he knew it wouldn't be long till they met again, and he couldn't wait.