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"I'll see you around, Tals. I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too, Mikes."

I sniffed a little. Gerard rolled his eyes at me, smiling.

Mikey and Thalia broke apart from the hug, smiling at each other.

"Are you sure you want to go, Mikey?" Thalia asked.

"Positive. Not to leave you, but he is my brother."

She nodded. "Alright. See you."

"Bye, Tal."

Gerard and I bid our goodbyes, and we turned and left her house.

"I'm kind of going to miss her. She was cool," I said to Gerard.

Gerard laughed. "She has a strong stomach."

"Wait, what?" Mikey interrupted, narrowing his eyes. "What did you guys do to her?"

"Nothing," we said in unison.

Mikey swatted Gerard playfully on the arm as we walked back to my house. "I knew you'd scar someone for life eventually. You were born to be a vampire."

"I know. I totally was, wasn't I?" he mused.

I looked from brother to brother. "You guys are close, aren't you?"

Gerard smiled genuinely. "Yeah. I missed you, Mikes."

"Missed you too, Rardy," Mikey smiled.

"Rardy? What the fuck?" I asked.

Gerard laughed. "It's what he called me when we were little."

We arrived at my house. Mikey looked at it appraisingly. "Nice."

"Thanks. The inside is probably in ruins from last night."

"Woah, what? TMI," Mikey burst out, eyes wide.

If I could have blushed, I would have been crimson, and I bet Gerard would have, too. "Wow, that came out wrong. Not like that, I promise. We had a vampire apocalypse, pretty much."

"Oh. Oh. Okay. Yeah. That's better."

There was an awkward silence as I opened the door and stepped in, Gerard and Mikey trailing behind.

I grimaced. "Yep. It's a mess."

"Shithole," Gerard agreed.

"Eh…yeah, it is," Mikey smiled.

I began sweeping up broken glass from the floor, Gerard picking up lamps and placing them back on tables. Mikey stood in the doorway uncertainly for a moment before helping Gerard fix the furniture.

Once the room looked halfway decent besides the broken window, I dusted off my hands and smiled. "Thanks, guys."

"What did you do, exactly?" Mikey said, staring at us.

I told him about the vampire attack, starting from when we were in the forest.

When I was finished, Mikey nodded. "And where exactly was this place in the forest, you say?"

"It's like a big circular area," said Gerard. "It's surrounded by bushes."

Mikey stared.

"Does one of the bushes make a gap so you can get in, and the moon is right above you?"

Gerard stared back.

"How did you know that?"

Mikey gasped. "Gerard, you could have died! Again! That's one of the werewolves' dens!"

I stared at Mikey. Lots of staring going on, isn't there?

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Mikey turned to me. "Werewolves travel in packs, right? But usually there are so many they can't have just one den at all times- people would notice. They usually find about ten different places, and Gerard's lucky they haven't- we haven't used that one in years."

"Where are the others?"

Mikey shrugged. "Spread out over the world. I think there are two in Europe, though."

Gerard looked dumbstruck.

"News to you, I'm guessing?" I asked him.

He nodded shakily.

"Mikes," Gerard said in a small voice, "I've been going there for a year."

Mikey groaned. "Gerard, you have to be careful."

"How was I supposed to know werewolves were going there?"

Mikey sighed. "I don't know. I just don't want to lose you, and I'm sure Frank doesn't either."

"If I did, there'd be something wrong," I said.

Gerard sniffled. I side-hugged him, leaning my head on his shoulder.

Mikey smiled. "Well, at any rate, I'm glad Gerard found someone like you, Frank. He's been very lonely since he was seventeen."

Gerard groaned. "Did he really need to know that?"

"'Course I did," I grinned.

Out of completely nowhere, Mikey tripped and fell facedown on the floor.

There was a loud crack.

"Sonofa-," Mikey mumbled against the carpet.

"Ah! What the hell, Mikes!" Gerard half-shouted. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, 'm fine," he muttered, standing up and holding his nose. He pinched it, and I could hear the very unsettling sound of his nose being set back into place.

"Like Twilight?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he laughed.

Mikey turned around to see what he tripped on.

"What the fuck is this?"

"I don't know," I answered honestly.

A small piece of paper was rolled up and tied with a ribbon on the floor.

"How did you manage to trip over that?" Gerard sighed, shaking his head.

Mikey scoffed. "You dare doubt my lack of coordination?"

Gerard shrugged and bent to pick up the paper, casting the ribbon aside, unrolling it, and reading aloud.

"To Mister Gerard Way and Frank Iero."

"The fuck?" I interrupted, but Gerard shushed me.

"We have been informed that you are currently in the presence of a werewolf. We hereby request your presence at the SBC, Supernatural Beings Committee, at two o'clock on Sunday. The SBC is located in New York, at the top of the World Trade Center. We hope to see you there.

"Sincerely, Grant Mortson, Head Council."

"Okay, first off, where did this come from?" I asked.

"Don't ask me," replied Gerard.

"Second, why do we have to go?"

"Because you're with me," Mikey explained. "Werewolves and vampires are obviously opposites, and they've been at war for over a hundred years."

"Good to know."

"So, are we going?" Gerard asked uncertainly.

"Seems we have no choice," I mused.