Spit it Out

Mike PoV

I know, long time no post, but got it out XD.


12 A.M.

That's what the bedside clock says.

I slip through the window, Sam, mom, everyone had came and did their visit, it was just a waiting game and damned if the old bastard wasn't hanging on to life like a.. Well who knows, he's just stubborn, probably taking his time to die just to spite death itself.

" I know you're in here." A wheeze and a cough. His voice wasn't as strong, confident as I remembered, but I got the sense, like in his house, in his room there are rules and you damned well better follow them... Coarse he tells you AFTER you break them.

" Will you tell me now?" I asked, one thing I never forgot, never will forget and even if my hearts dead, it still stung, the betrayal, it wont ever go away and I just had to know and damn it if the old mans on his death bed, he owed me this.

I hear a sigh. " I thought you given up." grandpa wasn't going to make it easy... I didn't expect him too.

" You're dying." I state this, a bit coldly, I know I should feel something for him, maybe I do, I don't know, but anger was certainly something I felt.

" You're mad at me, you wont forgive." grandpa coughs and his heart monitor beeps a little faster and goes back down. " I don't expect it, you can't forgive, can't..." He trails off. " No, not from you, not your kind."

I gritted my teeth at the word my kind, wanted to shout, MY KIND? I wouldn't even be MY KIND if not for him, but I don't, not cause it'd send what night staff in a frenzy that hears me, but something I herd, regret, sadness, it was enough to calm my anger... But not stop it, he did something unforgivable, can he imagine? Betrayal isn't alien to me, but it's not something you do to close blood, to family, even vampires have loyalty with those they hold close.

Okay I can't say me and grandpa have been close, but still, he did this to me and for what? What could eh have gained, what could have been so worth giving me over to David?

" I can't tell you." Grandpa wheezed out, bringing me out of my thoughts, to give him my full attention. " Even now, I can't..."

" Uhhrrgg, Really?!" what the hell did that mean? What the hell? " Why can't you tell me now? Can you at least say that?!"

" No, even now, I can't say, till my last breath." he coughs and chuckled at the same time, I think he's lost it upstairs, not that he ever had it.

I sit in a chair by his bed side ad stare at him, through him, I don't know what to say, I can't drudge up any feeling and he'd know I'm faking if I tried to even attempt a semblance of compassion.


Grandpa PoV

I didn't like it here, I'd rather die in my own home, but Lucy, bless her heart had me brought here, to ease my suffering. Poppy cock, all these quacks want to shove me full of their poison that addles the brain, but I couldn't argue with her and hopefully I wont have to wait in this cold prison much longer.

There's soething in here now, a bad feeling, the kind of cold sense you get in the pit of your stomach when you know something aint quite right, when you know something out there could be watching, waiting. " I know you're in here." I trusted my gut, got me out of a pickle many a time.

" Will you tell me now?" Cold demanding voice, but Michaels' none the less.

A voice in the darkness I knew, did not think I'd hear again. I squeeze my eyes shut, I didn't want him here, cause then I'd have to face my own shame. " I thought you given up."

" You're dying." colder, darker, a demand and question all in one maybe, but forceful. I didn't expect any sense of caring or sympathy, I do not deserve it anyway for what I did to him and I know because of what he is, I can never ask forgiveness, not now, maybe never, the thing he is has no room for such, not for what I did and if he knew what had happened, the secret I bare, he would hate me utterly.

" You're mad at me, you wont forgive." I cough, speaking was hard and the more I spoke, the more I'll cough, but I can be thankful I'm at least still blessed with the ability to speak. " I don't expect it, you can't forgive, can't..." I couldn't ask it, I know it would never come from him. I took a moment to catch my breath, it was getting harder to speak. " No, not from you, not your kind." To know I did this pained me, to know I can not at least give him closure and can never atone pains me more.

The rooms silent, I can't tell if he's come closer or left, but I know in the pit of my gut he's still here, I can almost feel the rage coming off him. Controlled, he is very controlled, maybe he's always been that way, he was never prone to act out when angry, though it must take a lot out of him to not act now, considering the beast clawing at his insides screaming for blood.

" I can't tell you." I knew what he's capable of, I know the risks of denying one of them what they want, more so if they can not take it, but my shame will not pass my lips and I'm grateful that this room holds some semblance of need of invitation, Michael would have a hard time trying to search my memories, to pry something from my mind.

I turn my head to see that Michael had taken a seat next to me, silent bastards when they want to be. I can only pray Lucy can forgive me for what I done.