Micky opened his eyes and sat up.

“Mike?” he looked at his watch and grumbled once he saw how much time had gone by “I can't believe he hasn't come back yet.” He stood up and crossed the room over to the door “What could he possibly be doing for so long?”

Micky sighed and then headed downstairs to look for Mike.

Once he got downstairs he saw Mike over by the kitchen sink. The water was running and he held his hands under it, washing them clean. He was softly mumbling something to himself, but Micky couldn't make any of it out. Suddenly Micky's nerves acted up as he slowly approached his lover.

“M-Mike?” He stuttered with a slight crack to his voice

Mike lifted his head, but did not look at Micky. He just turned off the water and picked up and hand towel.

“You weren't supposed to come down here, Micky.”

“I… I'm sorry I…”

“You were supposed to be waiting for me upstairs.”

“Mike I… what's going on?”

Mike turned to face Micky as he continued to dry his hands. There was a devilish smirk resting upon his lips and a glint in his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“You've been acting very strange lately, and now I'm scared that you might have done something to Peter and Davy.”

Mike laughed deep in his throat and tossed the towel onto the nearby counter “Don't be silly, Mick. The only thing that I've done was keep them from interrupting us. That is what you wanted, isn't it?” He slowly stepped towards Micky

“Well… yeah… but what did you do to them?”

“I want to show you something, over here.” He placed his hands on Micky's shoulders and turned him toward the refrigerator

“Mike just tell me what you did with them.”

“Don't worry; Peter and Davy are safe and sound. Just look in the refrigerator.”

Micky was confused more than he was frightened now. He decided to go along with Mike, thinking that Mike had lost his mind. He placed his hand on the handled of the refrigerator door and pulled it open. At first he thought that his mind had been playing tricks on him when he saw what was inside. He blinked his eyes and stared straight ahead of him at the new contents of the refrigerator. Sitting on one of the metal racks, right at eye level, were two labeled jars. One jar was labeled “Peter” and the other was labeled “Davy”. What was inside the jars was what made Micky want to vomit. He held his breath and any screams of horror that were about to escape and tried to tear his gaze off of the jars. He turned, shaking and pale, toward Mike and caught the evil look in his dark eyes.

“W… what have you done? Those… those aren't real! This has to be some kind of sick joke.”

“Micky calm down.”

“Calm down?! Tell me where Peter and Dave are, and then I'll calm down.”

“Those are Peter and Davy. Well… what's left of them any way. I decided that they were too good of friends, and you said that they have every right to be here as we do. So I kept a part of them so that we would always have them close by. We've always said that our friends have good hearts, now this is real proof.”

Micky backed away from Mike, wide-eyed “Y-you're insane!”

“No Micky, I assure you that I'm completely stable.” He said as he closed the refrigerator door

“I… I'm calling the cops!”

Micky dashed over to the phone, but Mike beat him to it and grabbed both of his hands.

“No you don't want to do that.”

“Let go of me!”

Mike held Micky tighter and tilted his head back with one hand “Just relax Micky. I have you all to myself and I can finally do to you what I've been planning on doing.”

Micky shook, trying to fight back tears of fear “What are you going to do to me? Mike please… I don't want to be just a heart in a jar like our friends.”

“No, no, no… I wouldn't do that to you. I love you, Micky, and you deserve something so much better than their fate.”

“M…Mike you're really scaring me.” He said as tears began to fall

“Micky if you don't fight me and cooperate, this will all go quickly. Now just relax my love, I'm going to make sure that we stay together forever.”

Mike opened his mouth, exposing two sharp fangs that were still dripping of blood. He let out a hiss as he leaned in closer to Micky's neck. Micky whimpered and closed his eyes, too afraid to do anything else. Mike moved in closer and placed his mouth over Micky's neck. Micky's body fell limp in Mike's arms, and Mike carried him over to the couch. He gently laid his lover's still body on the couch and knelt down beside it.