Yes, it's another Green Day vampire story. Featuring Fall Out Boy., chapter 4
Mike stepped out into the moonlight cautiously. He peered around, getting into his car, making sure no one was following, and drove off. He drove for about an hour, finally coming to a large, luxurious house, just outside of town. He drove up the drive, parking by the house. He knocked furtively, checking to see no one was watching. An attractive young woman answered. "Ah, Michael, come in. We are expecting you." she said, leading him inside.
"I did not come for idle chit-chat Evana. You said you had a task for me." said Mike icily.
"Ah yes Michael. Of course. My father is waiting for you." Evana's voice was smooth and calm, but had an icy chill to it that Mike hated. She was a beautiful woman, but he harboured a hatred for her that he didn't dare show. After all, she was the one who had made him like this. The punctures on his neck had never really healed, a lasting reminder of his bondage to Evana and her family. She led him to the heavy oak door that led to her father's study. Mike knocked slowly, he hated these visits to Evana's father. At least Evana had some fondness for him, if only the kind of fondness normally applied to a pet dog. Her father just saw him as a servant, a possession. "enter" a voice called from the study. Mike pushed open the door and stepped in to the opulent room. "Good evening sir." said Mike, bowing respectfully. "You took your time getting here." the vampire snapped.
"I apologise sir, traffic and whatnot."
"Still down to business. You will know of the unfortunate demise of Lord Mansec recently."
"yes sir, I have." everyone, both the true vampires and their secondary slaves, knew of the killing of Mansec by the Hunters of Chicago. Mike secretly applauded them, but this masters weren't to know that. "I thought you would, but anyway, the new Lord, Malcent, is particularly annoyed by the local hunter, I'm sure you know of him, goes by the name of Armstrong."
"I know of him, Master Alexan."
"I thought you would Michael." Alexan replied. "Anyway, Lord Malcent wishes him... disposed of. Since you are closest to him, we chose you for the job." Mike was speechless. These, for lack of a better word, people had enslaved him, destroyed his life, and now they wanted him to kill his best friend. He didn't want to do it, but he had no choice. He had refused a task once before. It was not an experience he wished to repeat. "I understand Master." he said. As he turned to leave, Alexan called after him. "Oh and Michael, he wants Armstrong alive."
"I did not come for idle chit-chat Evana. You said you had a task for me." said Mike icily.
"Ah yes Michael. Of course. My father is waiting for you." Evana's voice was smooth and calm, but had an icy chill to it that Mike hated. She was a beautiful woman, but he harboured a hatred for her that he didn't dare show. After all, she was the one who had made him like this. The punctures on his neck had never really healed, a lasting reminder of his bondage to Evana and her family. She led him to the heavy oak door that led to her father's study. Mike knocked slowly, he hated these visits to Evana's father. At least Evana had some fondness for him, if only the kind of fondness normally applied to a pet dog. Her father just saw him as a servant, a possession. "enter" a voice called from the study. Mike pushed open the door and stepped in to the opulent room. "Good evening sir." said Mike, bowing respectfully. "You took your time getting here." the vampire snapped.
"I apologise sir, traffic and whatnot."
"Still down to business. You will know of the unfortunate demise of Lord Mansec recently."
"yes sir, I have." everyone, both the true vampires and their secondary slaves, knew of the killing of Mansec by the Hunters of Chicago. Mike secretly applauded them, but this masters weren't to know that. "I thought you would, but anyway, the new Lord, Malcent, is particularly annoyed by the local hunter, I'm sure you know of him, goes by the name of Armstrong."
"I know of him, Master Alexan."
"I thought you would Michael." Alexan replied. "Anyway, Lord Malcent wishes him... disposed of. Since you are closest to him, we chose you for the job." Mike was speechless. These, for lack of a better word, people had enslaved him, destroyed his life, and now they wanted him to kill his best friend. He didn't want to do it, but he had no choice. He had refused a task once before. It was not an experience he wished to repeat. "I understand Master." he said. As he turned to leave, Alexan called after him. "Oh and Michael, he wants Armstrong alive."
