Sir Edward's School For The Supernatural

*sami this chappy might be a lil weird for you oh geesus*

*but face it sami, you have definitely read much worse*

Mikey’s POV (WHAT?!?!??! ikr)

As I walked back to the dorm, my head started to ache and I groaned.

Another headache… Really brain? I shouted in my mind, and I adjusted my beanie and opened the dorm door.

As I walked in, I heard a voice coming from the bathroom, and I immediately recognized it as Pete. I sighed, but then wondered what the hell he was doing in the bathroom. My mind went to dirty places fast as I walked near the bathroom, and listened in a little bit to make sure that that wasn’t happening.

“I’m so sorry, Patty. But… this changes things.” Oh, so he was talking to Patrick? And Pete was so serious… must be very important.

I quickly left my spot near the door, feeling that eavesdropping on something that important wasn’t that great of an idea.

I cleared my throat as I entered my room, flopping onto the bed with a fwump. Dust spiralled up in the air as my body collided with the mattress, making me sneeze. I groaned, and then heard the bathroom door open and two people walk out. Since the bathroom was right across the hall from me, I could see that it was in fact Pete and Patrick exiting that bathroom. Pete had a slightly scared face, while Patrick had red-rimmed eyes like he had just been crying.

Then I looked closer, and noticed that Pete looked more scared than he let show through.

What is he scared of? Patrick? What could he have to fear from that little guy? I questioned, and then, my previously mild headache let out a wave of pain, and I knew this wasn’t good.

I saw my vision go red for a second, and I jumped up and practically flew over to the kitchen and ripped open the fridge, sending things flying out of the fridge. But I didn’t care, all I was looking for was that red bag…

Milk… butter… various other food items…

But no red bag.

“Ah shit!” I yelled as another crashing wave of pain echoed inside my skull, and I saw my vision go red for a bit longer this time and I felt my canines start to ache.

“What’s wrong Mikey?” I heard a confused sounding Pete say, and I was certainly not in the mood to answer questions right now.

“I need it… I need to go… I need to leave…” I said as another wave of pain crashed inside my head, and my vision turned red again. I saw Pete standing right in the entrance to the kitchen, and I growled.

“Uh, why?” Pete asked, sounding more confused at me than ever.

“Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III if you don’t stop asking me questions and let me out I will fucking murder you right on the spot. I need blood, okay? I’m out of it, and I’m going to have to drink from you if I don’t get it soon.” I said, clawing at my head as another wave of pain took over, but instead this time it felt like an tsunami.

Pete~

How the hell does he know my full name? I’ve never told him!

Mikey~

“Oh fuck sorry.” Pete said, quickly shuffling out of the way, and I ran out of the kitchen and into the dorm hallway.

Things were fine at first, I was running smoothly towards where I could find a blood bank, but then, I saw somebody.

And then, everything changed.

My vision turned fully red as I smelled the fresh blood pumping through his veins, and it smelled so delicious… like a feast prepared to your exact tastes, waiting to be devoured.

And I just went crazy.

What I didn’t realize was, is that I was attacking my own brother as he calmly walked down the hallway.

Gerard~

I calmly walked the halls, going nowhere in particular, when suddenly, I felt like a bowling pin as a large somebody barreled into me.

I got knocked over as he landed on top of me, and I immediately recognized that large somebody as Mikey.

“What the hell Mikey?!” I said, and then I noticed his crazed eyes, which were blood red.

Fuck.

He started biting at my neck, and it took almost all of my strength to even barely keep him off of me. And I was born with super strength, so that says something big about Mikey’s sheer strength when he goes crazy like this.

As he held me under his grip, I noticed I couldn’t change into a wolf and get some help. He had absolute power over me, and I could just barely fight back.

I grunted as I tried desperately to push him off, but he stayed right where he was. He continued biting and growling, until-

“Gee? Oh my God, GEE!” I heard Frank yell, and I felt some of the weight lift off of me as Mikey stopped and looked around at Frank, who was trying to get him off of me.

I summoned all of my strength as I howled and threw him off of me.

Mikey landed on the ground and looked dazed for a second, but then immediately got back up and went for another attack again, only to be blocked off from landing on his target by Frank stepping in between me and Mikey, and Mikey instead landed on him, and immediately got thrown off by Frank and hit the wall with such a force that dust fell from the ceiling as the hallway shuddered.

Frank then held his hands out, his palms facing Mikey’s dazed form, and his eyes turned completely black as Mikey spazzed around a little bit, mouth open in a silent scream, showing his razor-sharp and dangerously long fangs, and eyes blood red, staring right at Frank with pure and raging fury.

“Go. Go get him some blood. DO IT NOW!” Frank yelled, and I noticed his voice was a lot deeper and darker than normal, and I instantly took off running to find something.

But I didn’t know where the hell to get it.

I changed into a wolf and ran around the school as fast as I could, desperately trying to find someone who could point me in the right direction to a blood bank or something.

Then, a teacher, I recognized it as Mr. Krotki, turned one of the corners of the hall I was running in to another one, and I barked as loud as I could to try and get his attention. Mr. Krotki stopped and then turned around and I howled in relief as I skidded to a halt and changed back into a human.

“Yes Gerard?” Mr. Krotki asked.

“Sorry, but could you please point me to like a blood bank or something like that? My brother’s gone crazy and he desperately needs blood.” I asked, my voice jittery.

“Well, we do have a blood bank. It’s down this hall, to the left, and behind the picture of 5 men with bloody hands, the middle one holding his bloody hand out. You can’t miss it. The password is, ‘vampire’.” Mr. Krotki said, and I nodded.

“Oh my God thank you very much.” I said, and I changed into a wolf and headed down the direction he told me to go.

Soon I got to the picture, and I stopped myself and turned into a human.

“Why hello there.” The middle man said, and I jumped. I didn't know these pictures could talk!

“Uh, hi. I was told there was a blood bank behind here?” I said, tapping my foot impatiently.

“And why should we let you in?” The middle man said, his eyebrows raising. He spoke with a sly and almost evil tone of voice. “You are but a petty werewolf.”

“Because my brother’s going crazy and I need to get him blood!” I said, and the middle man chuckled softly.

“Alright. What’s the password?” He asked.

“Vampire!” I said, and the middle man smirked, flashing his long and dangerous-looking fangs.

“You may now enter.” The man said, and the picture, like a door, opened a little bit from one end, just enough for me to slip in.

I entered swiftly, and I heard the painting close behind me, and I was shut into a completely black room. I couldn’t see a thing, but I kept hearing rustling.

“What are you doing here, werewolf?” An old and frail woman’s voice sounded from the darkness. “Go away, this is for vampires only.”

“Sorry to bother you ma’am, but my brother’s going insane and he needs blood!” I said, and I heard the woman chuckle.

“What’s holding him back? What’s preventing him from murdering people?” The woman asked, and I growled.

“My friend, Frank. He’s holding him back.” I said, and the woman chuckled again.

“Demon? I presume? I’ve heard they can do that kind of stuff… but not for very long. So here, take it.” Suddenly, I felt a squishy bag in my hand.

“Now go.” The woman said, and I heard the painting creak open again.

“Oh my God, thank you!” I said as I changed into a wolf and ran out the room.

I heard the painting shut behind me, and the middle man say, “I can hear your brother from down here. Ferocious little one, he is…” before chuckling and I could no longer hear him as I ran with the bag in my mouth, trying as hard as I could to not puncture the bag with my teeth.

Soon, as I reached the dorm hallways, I could hear grunts and growls coming from upstairs, and I knew it was them.

I put the pedal to the metal as I slowly reached my dorm hall, running up stairs and taking elevators.

I soon got to the hallway to see Frank barely keeping Mikey off of him, before shoving him off and Mikey flew off of him, ripping parts of Frank’s shirt.

“You got it?” Frank said, his black eyes focusing on me. I held the bag as high as I could and ran over there, and reached them to see a still-crazy Mikey fighting an exhausted Frank. Mikey launched at Frank again, and Frank grunted and groaned and threw him off.

Mikey hit the wall once again, and I quickly turned back into a human and popped the cap off of the blood bag and quickly stuck it in Mikey’s open mouth, letting it drip onto his tongue.

Mikey’s hands snapped onto the bag as he realized what was on his tongue was blood and he started drinking from it heavily, and Frank and I both breathed a huge sigh of relief as the bag was quickly downed.

Mikey then dropped the now empty bag, his eyes heavy and then proceeding to flutter shut.

“He asleep?” Frank asked, and I nodded as I noticed Frank’s voice returned to normal.

“He gets extremely exhausted after these attacks, so he can’t help but sleep.” I said, and Frank nodded.

“We should probably get him to bed then. He’s probably going to be bedridden for the whole day, and it’s almost the end of break.” Frank said, and I nodded.

“Yup.” I said, and I leaned down and easily scooped up the sleeping Mikey, and then suddenly-

“What was all this ruckus?!” I heard a voice say from behind us, and I whirled around to see an angry looking teacher speed walking towards us.

“Banging noises, growling, the whole hallway shuddering, what in the Heavens were you doing?!” the teacher asked, and I gulped and shifted Mikey into a more comfortable position for me to hold.

“Um, my brother had a vampire attack and Frank here had to keep him away so Mikey didn’t kill him while I went down to the blood bank and got some blood.” I said, and the teacher huffed.

“So throwing him against the wall until he passed out was your plan?” The teacher said, and I growled at her.

“That was NOT our plan! He kept attacking Frank, so Frank had to keep Mikey off of him while I went down on got some blood! The reason why Mikey is asleep is because since he was using extreme brute strength, strength even I had trouble with, once he drank the blood the strength finally took it’s toll and knocked him out.” I said, slightly angrily, and the teacher huffed again.

“Right. I’m still going to report this to the headmaster though, as you have destroyed school property as well.” She said, gesturing to a crack in the wall where Mikey landed. I let out a slow hiss of ‘oh crap’ before turning back to her, to only see her turn heel and walk back down the corridor and out of sight.

“Alright, forget about her. Let’s just go back to your dorm and stay there for the next class.” Frank said, and I nodded and we walked down the hallway towards my dorm, still carrying the sleeping Mikey.

We finally got into my dorm and I put Mikey down carefully on my bed, and shut the door of my bedroom behind me quietly.

I sighed another big sigh of pure relief as I walked over to the couch where Frank was currently laying.

Holy fuck.

I gulped as I gazed at him as he lay on his side, hand resting on his hip as he watched some TV. His wings were tucked behind him, hidden from view.

Okay, I’ll admit it.

He was fucking hot.

I raked my eyes up and down his form, taking in every single part about him.

Suddenly, he noticed me basically checking him out, and I froze. He smirked and winked, sending blood rushing to my cheeks as I desperately hid my blush under my equally red hair.

“You liking what you see?” Frank said, a flirty tone gracing his words. I blushed ever harder and changed into a wolf, letting my fur disguise my tomato cheeks.

“Knew you did. You little rascal.” Frank said, almost jokingly, and I swear inside my stomach was a swarm of butterflies.

I barked at him, sounding pretty annoyed, and he laughed.

“Well, you were blushing…” And then Frank’s face blanched and his eyes went wide.

Oh fuck.

I stood up and quickly ran to my room, shutting the door behind me. I stayed still, listening for any movement, but the only things I could hear where Mikey’s soft breathing and my heartbeat.

I sighed and climbed up onto the bed, and just stood there for a couple seconds, and then licked Mikey’s face, which earned me a grumble of annoyance from him and I smiled and got off of the bed.

I changed back into a human and opened the door slightly, to see Frank with a devilish smile on the other side.

“I knew it.” Frank said, and I immediately noticed the lowered voice, and God that was hot.

Fuck it. I admitting all this stuff now so it doesn’t get weird later on.

“Open the door, Gee.” He said, and I shuddered as a weird feeling bolted through my body. Not even going to describe it fully, but it felt good.

I slowly opened the door, hearing it’s hinges creak and squeal, and it revealed a sinister looking Frank with his eyes completely blacked out and evil smirk still playing on his lips.

Before I could say anything, he suddenly lunged at me, and the next thing I knew was warm, needy lips against my own (a.n SAMI DON’T JUDGE MEH).

“Mmph!” I let out a noise, but soon, slowly but surely, kissed back as I was shoved against a wall. Fuck, I loved that.

But, I heard some shuffling, and I looked over to see Mikey getting up, and he noticed us and just stared with an expression that was priceless! But it quickly turned into amusement.

“Hey.” Mikey said, and we split apart, and Frank gulped. “I don’t care if you make out with other guys, Gee, but if you could not do it in the same room as me while I’m sleeping that would be great.” Mikey said, and I felt my cheeks turn tomato as I felt Frank grab my arm and haul me out of the room, his cheeks extremely and his eyes back to hazel.

“Well that was awkward.” I said. “But I loved it.” I said once I regained my footing. Frank looked at me with surprise on his face.

“Well, Gee, I think we do need to talk about this.” Frank said, and I nodded, still kinda weird from that kiss.

Let me describe myself to you, as I don’t think did well enough.

It felt like I was on cloud nine. It was weird, very weird. It wasn’t like I was high, it was… awesome.

“Do you like me?” Frank asked, snatching me from whatever world I was in and thrown back into reality.

I gulped at the question, wondering if I should answer truthfully.

Ah fuck it.

“U-Uh, yeah. I do.” I said, and I immediately felt my cheeks heat up as Frank smiled softly.

“I like you too.” And I swear, hearing that made my heart explode.

I gulped, my smile growing bigger and bigger.

“So what does this make us?” Frank said, his eyes never leaving me. I hesitated.

“It makes us whatever you want us to be.” I said simply, and Frank nodded.

“I don’t think I’m ready for a boyfriend yet… but I can handle a couple kisses and makeout sessions every now and then. I can take the closeness. I can take the cuddles. I can take everything. Even your dick.” (a.n. fuck it) Frank said, and if my cheeks could go any redder than they were at that point in time, they would have. “But not the title. I can’t handle the title.” Frank said, and he frowned a little. I almost wanted to ask why, but I didn’t because I know how bad some memories can be.

“Alright.” I said, and Frank smiled.

“Yeah!” Frank said, and suddenly I heard a loud snore coming from my bedroom, and I jumped, accidentally turned into a wolf in the process.

“It’s just Mikey you doofus!” Frank said with a huge smile on his face, and I turned to him and laughed a little.

I decided to stay in my wolf form as I hopped up onto the couch and lay there, and I felt Frank sit next to me and start petting me softly, and I felt my eyes close, and I sighed in content.

He started scratching my fur, and that’s I think where I fell asleep.

~~~

“Hey Gee.” I felt someone shaking me awake, and I growled at them. “You need to wake up. Break’s almost over.” I heard Frank’s voice, and I opened my eyes and sat upright to see Frank with his wings out.

But some things were different about him.

Some things that was pretty obvious.

For one, his wings were considerably larger than normal. They were an even deeper shade of red, and much larger. And there were another pair of them, sitting right behind his normal ones. Slightly smaller, but seemed to still be used for flight.

Second, his eyes were black, that was normal, but there were black X’s that looked like they were scars or something like that. It definitely did not look like makeup.

And third and probably most prominent, were the six long and pointy horns he had growing out of his head, three on each side, fanning out like a dragon’s would.

I looked curiously at him, cocking my head, and he realized and huffed.

“Oh, sorry. Got into a fight earlier when someone tried to break into the dorm. Had to go full demon to drive him away. Let’s just say you won’t be seeing him near here again.” Frank said, and I changed back into a human.

“Who was it?” I asked, sitting on the couch like a normal person.

“Oh, it doesn’t matter. It was just a douchebag angel. It wasn’t Phil, though. He’s actually nice.” Frank said, and I could almost hear Dan’s sigh of relief.

“Is Mikey still sleeping?” I asked, and Frank nodded.

“Completely knocked out. I tried to wake him up, but he wouldn’t even move. Or make a sound. Fuck that deep of sleep must be nice.” Frank said, and I nodded.

“I asked him about it, and he said it feels like Heaven after all that.” I said, and Frank sighed.

“Damn. Anyway, we should get going.” Frank said, and I nodded, but furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at his horns.

“What about your horns and all that shit?” I asked, and Frank rolled his eyes.

“I fucking hate this bit. They all have to stay for a couple of hours before I start to look normal again. It’s to stay alert for any more danger, so if I act weird it’s because of that, okay?” Frank said, and I nodded, thinking of something I could say.

“Hell, I never noticed how much I liked your eyes until they were gone.” I said, and Frank blushed. I smiled and kissed his cheek quickly before getting up and grabbing my stuff.

Soon, we were both ready to go, and we walked out the door, remembering to lock it this time, knowing there was a completely knocked out (sleeping, not literally knocked out) person in the dorm, and we made our way down to 3rd period.

~~~

It was now second break, and Frank still had his wings and horns. He looked scary and the passerby avoided him as we made our way to the courtyard. But the dragon looked at him with a smile on it’s face, remembrance flashing through it’s eyes. I turned into a wolf, and we walked through the entrance to the courtyard just in time to see Pete tackle Patrick.

“What the… heck?” I said, my voice coming out as barks. Patrick had a huge smile though, so I passed it off as them just being themselves.

“They do this stuff all the time. You should know that.” Frank said, smiling as he looked on at Pete and Patrick as they soon started a conversation.

Frank flew over to a corner of the courtyard, his pairs of gigantic wings casting red shadows over the grass, and causing students to look up at the flying demon. I ran right beneath his shadow, all four of my paws pounding against the ground as I kept up pace with Frank.

He landed gently on the grass and tucked his wings as far as he could behind him. I ran up next to him and sat down, changing back into a human.

“So, I got to ask.” I said, looking at his horns. “Do you get any extra powers when you go full demon?” I asked, and Frank raised an eyebrow.

“Do you change into a rampaging werewolf on the full moon?” Frank asked, and I slowly nodded my head.

“There’s your answer.” Frank said, and I looked at him with confusion.

“I get slightly stronger. I get extra body parts, as you can see, that help scare off any attackers. Especially angels. Although I heard, like us, they have a full angel form that scares the shit out of demons. Glad I haven’t seen Phil like that. That would be fucking terrifying.” Frank said, and I shuddered.

“It was scary enough seeing him with a gigantic spear in his hands, even though it was coated in sedative.” I said, wincing at the thought.

“So what else?” I asked, and Frank thought for a moment.

“I get Dark powers. They are extremely hard to explain, but basically it’s the shadows. Well, a lot more than that, but I’ll bore you, and I’ll probably go on for hours talking about it. I’ll show you.” Frank said, holding his hand out, pointing to a plant’s shadow. Then, black liquid started to run on an invisible guide rail from the shadow to his hand. As it made contact with Frank’s hand, it made a faint hissing noise and Frank’s head swung upward as his eyes focused on the sky, an evil grin playing on his lips.

I noticed his wings growing darker, and his horns grow faint serrated edges on them.

By now his wings were black, but the membrane still stayed blood red. His horns were now visibly serrated, and Frank’s smile didn’t diminish.

“Ah, that feels good. But that means it stays longer as well. Which is quite the con compared to say, an angel. Because I look terrifying, and people avoid me, whereas an angel looks like a protector, and people tend to drift towards that.” Frank said, and I immediately noticed how deep his voice was. It wasn’t like normal, or even demon form, it was deeper and darker.

I liked it.

Frank flapped his wings once, sending a wave of air, nearly knocking me over. Frank smiled a bit as he tucked his wings away once again and snuggled his head into my shoulder and neck, sending electric bolts up and down my body. I noticed he was being extra careful not to jab me with his razor sharp horns, and I smiled at that.

“Anything you can do with this Dark ability?” I asked, and Frank shrugged.

“Not anything I know of. I tried asking Father, but he said I’ll find out on my own.” Frank said, frowning, and I pet his head softly. He wrapped one of his wings around me, and I snuggled into the amazing heat it gave off.

“You’re warm.” I said, my eyes half-lidded. Frank smiled and hugged me closer.

“It’s going to be a nuisance in the spring and summer months so you might as well enjoy it while you can.” Frank said, and I nodded.

“Yeah.”

~~~

It was soon the end of school and we made our way back to my dorm to just hang out a little. Frank’s horns and wings were growing smaller very slowly, and Frank said that they’ll be gone by the morning.

We expected to have the dorm to ourselves, and we planned to watch some movies and get our homework done.

When we got there, what we didn’t expect was the loud moaning coming from Dan’s room.

“Oh, Phil…” Dan moaned, and I heard someone else in there too. I stood there in shock as I saw Frank gulp in equal shock.

“D-Do you wanna just g-go over to mine?” Frank stammered, and I quickly nodded, changing into a wolf, only to change back into a human again as the moans got louder as my hearing got better.

“Remind me to not go into wolf form.” I said, and we quickly made our exit, shutting the door quietly behind us like we were never there.

Frank led me over to the end of the hall, and took a right into a short hall filled with more doors leading to dorms, and stopped at a sinister looking door on the left. It read ‘2436B’.

Frank pulled out a skeleton key and slid it into the lock, and slowly opened the door.

Frank slipped in and opened the door the rest of the way for me to walk in. And I did.

As I walked through the door, it was like stepping into another world.

Several stalagmites jutted upward from the ground, and the walls were painted a deep red colour. Although much of the dorm was the same as say, Dan and I’s dorm, you really had to be there to understand what I’m saying.

“It reminds me of home.” Frank said, and I bit my lip and sat on the couch.

“And yes, I do live alone.” Frank said, and I nodded.

“No offense, but I’m not surprised.” I said, and Frank shrugged.

“Didn’t think you were, Gee.”

~~~

We spent the next couple hours finishing up some homework and watching some random shitty horror flicks, laughing at the ‘scary’ parts instead of hiding behind the couch like a normal horror movie would make us do. We had a fun time, and I would totally do it again.

I slowly stroked Frank’s soft hair as he snuggled into me, sound asleep, sighing as he wrapped his wings around my body. He let out immense heat, heat that I relished in, knowing that winter was drawing near.

Suddenly, as I looked at Frank’s first pair of wings, I remembered earlier when Frank said not to touch them.

I wonder why…. I thought, and I reached out my hand to touch one of his wings. As soon as my fingers made contact, it twitched and Frank grunted before falling silent again. My eyebrows furrowed as Frank’s earlier statement came back to me.

“My wings are extremely sensitive, Gee. So please don’t touch them.”

But why?

I decided to find out.

Yes, I know, messing with a demon who could kill me without a second glance was extremely risky. But my curiosity got the best of me.

Curiosity killed the cat… My mind jeered.

But satisfaction brought it back.

I smirked.

I reached out again and laid my hand extremely gently on the arm of the wing, seeing it twitch and hearing Frank grunt again. I slowly ran my fingers along the limb, and the wing stayed stationary under my touch, but Frank, not so much.

He was twisting around a little, grunting even more. I could also hear his breathing was heavy and ragged, like my touch was doing something to him.

I gently applied more of my hand to the arm, watching as Frank started to twist and spazz around more, his eyes screwed shut and his mouth open in some kind of silent noise.

Then, I ran my fingers along the underside of the arm, where the membrane conjoins with the arm, and much to my surprise, Frank let out a mewl.

A fucking mewl.

And I would be lying through my teeth if I didn’t say that was in the least… interesting.

I dug my fingers in slightly, and Frank let out more of those goddamn mewls, and I swear I could feel something getting a bit tight-fitting. (kill me now)

I then took both of my hands and placed them near where the arm meets Frank’s shoulder blade, and I took my thumb’s fingernails and gently scraped them across the scales of the arm of the wings and down the length of it, and Frank just seemed to lose it.

He was spazzing around, his eyes shut tight, but no more mewls. This time, something much different came out of Frank’s mouth.

Moans. (KILL M E)

And I would be again, lying through my teeth if I said I didn’t think that was hot.

Pleasure-full moans echoed throughout the dorm room, and that’s when I realized, this is the reason why he didn’t want me to touch them.

They were a fucking g-spot (KILL ME NOW).

After realizing that fact, I dug my fingernails into the skin a little bit more and dragged them down his wings, and that’s when Frank let out the loudest moan of them all (which sounded like my name got lost in the mix) and curled up a bit, shuddering violently for a couple seconds before stopping.

I could hear his breathing, and I gotta tell you, it was extremely heavy and ragged.

I slowly inched my way out of Frank’s tight hold on me, groaning just a little bit as parts of his body rubbed up against my little… problem. (why)

Though I knew the perfect place to fix it.

~~~

It quickly grew awkward between us over the next couple of days, mostly because of me. Frank, after that episode, quickly shot up and flew towards his room, shutting himself in there for a while. I quickly wrote a note saying that I had to go and left it there, before taking my leave.

We haven't really talked, just exchanged quick kisses in the halls and shit like that. Gotten some weird stares from people, and Hell, got an almost psychotic smile from that dragon. Almost like a fangirl.

Fucking hell.

But yeah, not much interaction between us. I've been hanging out more with Dan and Mikey these days. Even after our walk-in with Dan (and Phil maybe?) and Mikey’s attack on me, we are still pretty cool. Not even sure Dan knows about the walk in.

I lay down on the couch as a wolf, head facing the TV as the smell of food assaulted my nostrils. It was after school and I knew Mikey was making food, and Dan was I think helping him, although what was mostly heard were scoffs of discontent and sometimes a shout as Dan did something wrong. Dan wasn't that great of a cook, but he could make something sometimes.

“When’s the food done?” I asked, but it came out as barks of questioning. I sighed and morphed back into a human, my messy red hair falling into my eyes as I stood up and walked into the kitchen, asking the question yet again in perfect intelligible English.

“If this buffoon here-” Mikey pointed to Dan, who scowled at him. “Could do much of anything, it will be done in about ten minutes.” Mikey said, making a whirling motion over the fire of the still broken stove, and Dan flicked his finger as the flames grew ever so slightly.

“Alright, thank you Mikes.” I said, and Dan glared at me.

Soon enough the food was done, and every utensil was set beautifully on the table by Mikey. I sat down next to Dan, who was staring at the kitchen eagerly as Mikey walked in with the three plates of delicious smelling food floating in mid air around him, and they slowly floated over to set gently before all of us.

“Thank you!” I said graciously, and Mikey bowed to both of us.

“You are both very welcome.” He said, sitting in his own seat as Dan’s eyes were both on us.

“Hey, I helped!” Dan said with a faint smirk on his face, and Mikey looked at him with ‘really’ written all over his features.

“Yeah, and I am a unicorn.” Mikey said sarcastically, and I couldn't help but snort slightly as I picked up my fork and started to dig in.

~~~

It had been a couple hours after dinner, Dan was now sleeping in his room and Mikey had left for his own dorm. I sighed as I stood up and went to my room, falling onto the bed with a wumph.

I didn't really know what to do now, so my mind kinda wandered to the events of today, but mostly staying away from thoughts of Frank.

Mikey's attack was pretty odd, but it has happened before so I didn't think much of it for now. Our immediate family was not very used to having a vampire and a werewolf in the same house, but after revealing our secret to our extended family, such as our uncles, aunts, cousins, and grandparents, we learned that supernatural creatures did run in the family. Our grandma practiced divination, one of our cousins was a genie, another cousin was a vampire, and some others. But we never got together much, because we lived so far away from each other reunions are very rare.

As I thought more about the issue, I could feel my eyes drawing to a close, and soon enough I drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

Notes

I hate this chapter.

I hate it I hate it I hate it.

But, thanks to Electric Siren I finally got the muse to finish this Godforsaken chapter, and I can move on.