Too Cute To Kill, Frank's BS: 3

Mikey had text me asking to meet him by the park we first meet at, and still go to sometimes. We hadn't spoken in a week; I tried to text him but got no reply. Loads of thoughts ran through my head as to why; but I guess I'll find out now. Walking up to the park I saw Mikey sitting on one of the old swings, head bowed; something bad's happened. Sitting on the swing next to him I asked, "What's up Mikey?" but the only answer I got was quiet sob. Reacting quickly to the sad noise, I jumped up and warped my arms around his shaking shoulders. I didn't say anything else; I just let him cry into me.
"My parents are dead!" he suddenly screamed, which I was quite taken back by.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Mikey" I hugged him tighter as he fell off his seat; I moved us before it would come back and hit the back of his head. I've never been good with sympathy, so I have no idea how to comfort him; even though I guess, I've been through something similar.
"I have to go and live with my Uncle Ray!" he cried again. I started to rub circles into his back, to tried and calm him down.
"When?" I asked before I could stop myself; worrying about the fact he was leaving me more than his own well being.
"Tomorrow. My parents died last week, but I've only just been able to get away from my brother to come tell you, and I didn't really want to do it over phone." I guess that's why he hadn't spoken to me then.
"How far?" Yet again taking the selfish root.
"About 45 minutes in the car. And I really doubt I'll be able to come and see you, with how protective my brother is being" and I wouldn't be able to visit him, because of my work and the whole vampire thing.
"It'll be okay Mikey" I lied; his parents are dead, of course it's not going to be okay. My parents just left, and look at me. "We can still keep in touch, I promise, and everything will be fine for you" his crying had gone down to just shaky breaths now; I felt slightly triumphant.
"It's more you I'm worried about" I'm worried about me too; with Mikey now going, I'll have no one left. I'm gunna be completely on my own.

I was, at the moment, doing alright with Mikey not being here, but that's only because it's only been three days, I'd been away from him longer then that before. I think by the time a week and a half comes, that's when I'll start to be affected.

I was in the middle of eating (or drinking, either way) when my phone started going off. It was Mikey. He hadn't contacted me since the day he left. Probably been busy unpacking or something.
"Hey Mikey moo" that always makes us laugh, mostly on my half, but Mikey wasn't laughing this time. "What's up Mikey?"
"My Uncle's a vampire slayer" What? Has Mikey turned against me? Is he going come after me? Am I going to die?
"Mikey…" my voice came out coated in worry.
"Oh, don't worry, I haven't turned against you." Thank god…wait, that was almost as if he'd read my mind; weird.
"From the way you were acting it sounded like you had" I laughed, half relief and half still nervous.
"My Uncle took us out on our first night, to prove vampires existed, obviously I played stupid" I love Mikey so much, so clever "and we saw one taking the blood out of some man, and I fainted because I'm not great with blood." Probably make a crapy vampire then. "My brother killed her…the vampire" his voice went shaky.
"Mikey it's alright, it's not your fault" I tried to comfort him, but it's not easy doing that over the phone.
"No! It's not alright! I can't stay in a house where they kill people. Kill vampires. It's not right! And I don't want to have to killed someone" I jumped slightly at his raised voice, but so comforted by his words.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, just see how it goes, yeah? Call me if you need anything" there was a knock on my door; first customer. "Listen Mikey, I have to go, I have work" We say our goodbyes and hung up. Time for work then.

I got up from my comfortable spot and answered the door, pausing before opening it, to look myself over. "Hey" I said in a flirty voice that I've come to do perfectly over my time in this line of work. This was a regular customer, so I didn't have to do the check that I had to with new ones. He stepped in and I close the door behind him, before grabbing the back of his head, standing on my tip toes, and attaching his lips to my own.

Just another day at work, for the eleven year old vampire.