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Mikey Way x Reader - Blood (Part Two)

"I'm sure you got questions," Mikey finally spoke up.

"Yeah," you answered. Of course you had questions.

"Shoot," he said.

"Do you really drink blood?"

"Yeah, but only like, once or twice a month, for the rest of the time normal food is enough," he told you.

"Where do you get the blood from? Do you bite people?"

"No, of course not. You know, I'm not the only vampire around, so there are actually organizations that look after our needs, like vampire supermarkets. But I get the blood I need from the hospital."

"How much blood do you drink?"

"About a half a cup every month, so not that much really."

You nodded, considering your next question. "How do you turn someone into a vampire, I mean, you bit me and nothing happened."

Mikey chuckled. "To turn someone, I would actually have the intention to turn them. Only then my body'd start to produce the venom."

"I noticed you have body temperature, you have a heartbeat and you breathe. Shouldn't that have stopped after you turned into a vampire?"

"Not for me," Mikey shot you a glance, "because I was not dying or dead when they turned me."

"They? Who is they?"

"I'm gonna tell you more about that later," Mikey decided.

You swallowed, feeling rejected. For a moment you listened to the sound of the engine and the cracking of the stones underneath the wheels before you spoke up again.

"How about wings, do you grow wings?"

Mikey giggled. "No, these are just myths."

"Do you have superpowers, like super fast running or something?"

"No, again just myths. But I don't age." He sounded almost proud at this one.

"You don't age, okay," you had mentally prepared for that but it still felt slightly overwhelming. "Then how old are you?"

"We're here," Mikey interrupted your conversation. The stopped the car next to an old iron gate.

When you got out, the night air was cold but your jacket kept you warm.

"We'll need to get to the other side," Mikey told you.

He walked over the one side of the gate and worked on a lose piece of fence. You scanned your surroundings. The fence seemed to surround a big area of land. In the light of the moon you recognized trees and-

"Mikey, are these gravestones," you asked, suddenly worrying.

"Yeah, are you scared?" You could hear his smirk in the dark.

"Maybe?"

You could hear him laugh quietly. "Don't worry, there's nothing to be afraid of. There we are."

Mikey had managed to bend a piece of the fence aside, just enough to climb through the hole and you followed close behind.

"Hey, Mikey, wait for me!"

He giggled at your nervousness and waited until you had caught up with him, grabbing your hand. The moment he touched your skin you started to feel calmer, not so scared anymore.

"Where are we going," you wanted to know, pressing yourself close to his body.

"That's where we're going," he pointed to a gravestone a few feet away. Once you got closer, you were able to take a proper look at it. The stone was old and overgrown with ivy and moss, making the letters almost impossible to read, but you managed to decifer the last name.

"Way," you read out loud, "Is this your grave, Mikey?"

He chuckled and sat down on the cold, leaves covered ground, facing the grave. Hesitantly you sat down next to him.

"This is my parents' grave," he explained. "Earlier you wanted to know how old I am. Well, I was born in 1915."

You inhaled sharply. 1915. That was a long time ago. But before you could start to form any questions, he continued talking.

"My dad was a gambler, owed money to the wrong people," his gaze was directed into the distance while he remembered the story, "and he couldn't pay. They came to our house again and again, telling him to pay, threatening his and my mother's life, but he just had no way of getting money. So one day they threatened to take away what he held most dear if he couldn't pay them the next time." A shiver ran down Mikey's spine and he shivered. You moved closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder to comfort him. "And when they came back and he still had no money they took me. They grabbed me and held me, they brought forth a tall man with sharp teeth and red glowing eyes and they let him turn me, as a punishment for my father's unreliability."

You were at a loss for words. To imagine that Mikey had been turned into a vampire because of his father's gambling debts was horrible. He did not deserve any of that.

"Thank you for sharing your story with me," you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

"Sure, I mean, I know the chances of winning you back are small, but I wanted you to know the whole story, the whole truth, not just a part of it," Mikey nuzzled his nose into your hair.

You sat there for a while, ignoring the cold wind that blew over the gravestones.

Suddenly the light of a torch danced over the cemetery.

"Hey!" The rough voice of a man sounded over to you. "This is a graveyard, not a playground!"

"Oh shit!" Mikey scrambled to his feet, pulling you up with him. "The sexton!"

He took your hand and together you ran back to the hole in the fence, chased by the man behind you.

"Hurry up, into the car!" Mikey shouted once you were back in front of the creepy iron gate.

You quickly climbed into the passenger seat, just when Mikey started the motor.

For ten minutes you drove down the tiny streets as fast as possible until you felt safe again.

"Did we just break into a graveyard," you asked laughing as Mikey stopped next to a pond. You climbed out of the car, enjoying the cool air on your heated face. Mikey joined you, leaning against the hood.

"I think we did," he giggled.

For a while you stood in silence, breathing in the fresh smell of nature and taking in the sight of the small pond in the moonlight.

"What I said earlier, I really meant it," Mikey spoke up.

"Meant what," you asked confused.

"I want you back, I don't know if I have any chances for that, but if you are willing to try out again, I'd really like to try it. You mean the world to me, you really do and I don't know what to do without you."

You blushed at the thought. All the nights in which you had lay awake, crying because you missed Mikey so much, came to your mind. You turned to look at him. His face was pale in the white moonlight and his eyes were full of pain and worry.

"I really missed you," you admitted shyly.

"I really missed you too," Mikey smiled.

Slowly he stretched out his hand, placing it at the side of you face, pulling you closer to him.

"Can I kiss you," he asked carefully.

A blush crept into your cheeks and you nodded happily. And finally his lips were on yours again, sending a shiver down your spine. He tasted sweet and his lips were so soft and warm. You could not help but press yourself closer to him, taking in the comfort he always gave you. Maybe it was cliché that you were kissing the man you thought you had lost, in front of a pond in the middle of nowhere under the moon, but you did not mind. It was Mikey and no matter what he was, human or vampire, you would always love him.