I'm feeling that I've been writing a little too much Amelie/Oliver recently, so here's something that ISN'T them!
I don't own anything…
Michael's POV:
I cannot do it.
I cannot live here anymore.
I cannot face it.
I could hurt her. I know I could snap my fingers and, just like that, she would be dead. I could kill Eve without one second's thought… I wouldn't even need to put one iota of effort into it.
Her heart beats luscious blood around her body every second, keeping her alive. I can see the pulsating of her blood against the delicate membrane of her neck, it looks so appealing.
It makes me thirsty.
NO! I will not think like this. I don't want her to die. I don't want to kill her. More than a lack of wish to… it would kill me. More than that, it would destroy me to see her body slumped on the floor with no life. To see her not breathing would be worse than someone killing me. Because at least then, I would be with Eve forever in heaven, never letting her go.
"Hey," Eve says, looking up at me. I almost jump in alarm, shocked to see her awake. I didn't realise, in all my staring at her that she had woken up.
"Hey," I say in response with a smile at her. My throat burns as I breathe in her strong scent – I will not do this! I will not harm her. I will not even think about harming her.
"How are you?" she asks me as she snuggles into my chest even more. I place my hand on her hair and begin running my fingers through it as a way to try and avoid the pain in my throat. I'll do anything to distract myself from this pain. The pain I feel every morning as I wake up next to the girl I love, the pain that distinguishes me as what I really am: a vampire. Because during the day, I can forget about this. I work; I have a good life and friends… I can forget that I need human blood to survive, that I am so much stronger than my friends, that I could kill them in a flash.
As during the day, I'm Michael.
But the morning, the early morning, brings a feeling of realisation. I realise that I am not human. I realise that I am never going to grow old. I realise that one day Eve is going to want more than just having a vampire boyfriend, one that can never give her anything that she wants.
I am dreading that day.
She's waiting for an answer. "I'm good," I lie; I'm getting good at that. I'm getting good at being able to hide my lying – it's not something to be proud of.
She looks up at me and reaches out for her morning kiss. I bend down and press my lips to hers, feeling the usual exhilaration amidst the flames of pain.
I fight to keep myself in control, to keep the vampire within held back. I win.
Just.
Another day in Morganville, I guess.
Yes, it's another drabble with no storyline. Still, it's cute, I guess…
Please review!
Vicky xx