If I Was Your Vampire

Mikey wakes up early as ever. Being a vampire, he can run easily off of 3 hours of sleep, and his circadian rhythm is practically an unbreakable law. Around 2 a.m. he is out like a light, and at 5 in the morning he wakes up. Napping isn't a possibility, nor is sleeping in. Resting isn't as crucial to his body system as it is for humans. After all, his heart carries no beat. This also allows him to exert an incredible amount of physical activity.
He knows kids at his school that can sleep for as long as 8 hours and still be tired. It's unbelievable, the notion of getting 8 hours of sleep and still being tired enough to complain. Those 5 extra hours spent being unconscious could be much better spent as far as Mikey's concerned. At 15, Mikey is bilingual, being fluent in both English and French. He can sew, knit, and make key chains. He can play four different instruments, skateboard well, code websites and mix music. He has the countless hours that his classmates spent sleeping to thank for the skills he's learned.
He takes his precious time with everything like he always does. It's not like he's in a rush; school doesn't start until 8:30. He spends a lot of time showering, mostly trying to blow dry his wings enough so his binder won't feel gross against them.
Mikey uses a chest binder worn backwards to conceal his wings. He's never wanted any negative attention to begin with, so he does all he can to lay low. If anyone found out about his vampire identity, he could see it being disastrous.
He layers a shirt and hoodie over the binder, pulling on a pair of jeans and sneakers. Running a hand through his unkempt hair, he stalks to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, he grabs one of the gallon jugs of blood and takes a swig. His older brother Gerard working in the medical field was a smart move on his part.
Mikey remembers when he was little, before Gerard ever had a steady blood supply. He's blocked a lot of those years out, but the memory of murder stays. Killing innocent people to sustain their own lives. It was awful, and Mikey never wants to resort to that lifestyle again.
Not that his life in New York is much better. Mikey and his brother had fled to the city after the locals of their prior hometown got too suspicious. Mikey was shifted to the huge public school system where he still remains, although he hates it. None of the kids at his school are particularly fond of him, and Mikey pretends like he doesn't care but he really does. It's just easier to tell himself that it doesn't matter than to deal with it.
Mikey finishes getting ready around 7, and he's just about to leave when crucial information hits him: it's picture day. He never goes to school on picture day; his picture wouldn't come out no matter what. He just skips every year, and while the school tries to arrange a retake, Mikey's blown them off so much that they'd given up on having him in the yearbook.
Mikey gives a sigh of relief, shrugging off his backpack and kicking off his shoes. He removes his hoodie and shirt, squirming out of his binder before putting the shirt back on.
Mikey pulls out his phone, surfing through social media slowly. Having all of these internet profiles is another part of blending in as a normal teen. The other kids at school would think he's weird if he had no online presence. Not that they follow him, anyway. He has a handful of friends on Facebook and a staggering thirteen followers on Instagram. The Instagram followers are mostly outcast middle school kids as well as self-promoting artists. That and spam accounts.
Glancing at his Instagram, he notices a new follower notification. He frowns, muttering, "That's odd." Clicking on the user's profile link, up pulls a profile of a boy named Frank Iero.
The kid looks around his age; fifteen or so with dark hair and brownish eyes. He has his nose and lip pierced, making Mikey let out a longing sigh. He's wanted a piercing for so long, but Gerard keeps giving him headaches about what would happen if he accidentally used silver jewelry. Depending on how long it was left in, it could do major damage to the area.
Mikey peeks through his info. His profile says that he's 15, bisexual, and uses he/him pronouns. Wondering how this kid found him, Mikey looks to see who Frank is following. Frank is following a lot of kids from Mikey's school, to his surprise. Maybe Frank goes there? Mikey's never seen him around, but then again, he's usually in his own little world at school. Despite this, Mikey knows that he never forgets a face. While he hasn't spoken to most of them, he's seen a lot of faces at school, and this Iero kid is one he doesn't recognize.
Mikey gives up on trying to make any connection to the kid. Whether Frank goes to his school or not, his main question is still unanswered, the question being why Frank is following him in the first place.

Notes

So this chapter was just a tad short to get things going!! Things will pick up in chapter two! Thanks a lot for reading, please comment, rate, and subscribe! I should be updating soon.

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