Alas our time is up, the lifetime on the bike wasn't to be; I couldn't help but feel the smallest bit of sadness. I knew our time would run out but I secretly wish that the clock would rewind itself so I can live through it time and time again. Michael pulls over to the curb closest to my house, placing his foot on the partially cracked ground to steady our noble mechanic stead; he climbs down then helping me afterwards. Michael lightly touches the middle of my back as we stroll to my front door.

"I really liked hanging out with you tonight Sierra. If it's ok with you, I'd like to do it more often? Perhaps tomorrow?" Michael asks seeking for approval. My heart flutters, beating fast with various emotions. I feel anxious for our next reunion, overjoyed that he wishes to be in my presence once more and even nervous that I will ruin all chances of us being together.

"That would be nice" I reply trying to not grin like a geek. Unfortunately, Michael and I have arrived my front door that locks away the life I wouldn't want to inflict upon anyone. Inside that house is hell; parents participating in illegal activities whilst showing off a live porn show, brothers brainstorming of staking innocent people and the ghost of a girl tormenting my memories from her absent occurrence in my life.

I reach out for the doorknob - that once glorious golden colour had been scaled by rust created over a long period of time, reminding me of myself in an odd way. With the boys, Laddie, Star and Michael, the gold would surely make a return. Michael stops me from opening the doorway to oblivion, his fingertips gently graze over the right side of my waist. I swing around; his eyes, so stunning that I've never seen anything like it before – so virtuous, they meet with mine. Without even controlling myself, I start to get lost in the mellow gaze, seeing nothing but those enchanting eyes that have caught me in a spell. Tingles are sent down my spine as one of his soothing hands cup my cheek. Together, we lean in hesitantly; our moment was finally arriving.


A luminous light appears out of nowhere, forcing me to turn my attention to its searing blindness before I even had the chance to kiss Michael. I squint my eyes that waters under its violent glint.

"Sierra!" the grungy voice of the figure hollers, blacked out by the vigorous light. Edgar...
Alan and Edgar's heads were poking out from the open window of the second floor, moving rapidly to catch a glimpse of the guy I've brought home.

"What the hell are you guys doing up?" I confront them, once again to my demise Michael's moment with me had been halted to an end due to a second party interrupting.

"We could ask you the same thing" Alan grumbles looking unimpressed, shutting the window behind them. I stare at my feet in awkwardness; Michael's face the picture of embarrassment as his hand withdraws from my waist and cheek whilst biting his lip. Michael tilts my chin softly to look up at him. I can sense his glumness as he generates a slight smile.

"See you later Sierra" Michael sighs bringing my chin towards him. I can feel his sweet warm breath on my skin as he exhales in short little breaths. My heart pounds so briskly it feels like it's about to rip through my chest; Michael kisses my forehead affectionately, that action of endearment drawing our night together to a close as he leaves me without another word. A strong rush of confidence builds up in me as I turn halfway to open the door, my head whips just in time to see Michael nearing his motorbike.

"Michael wait!" I call; I am not going to give up our moment together for the world.

Michael twirls around, the gust of wind playing with his loose brown curls. I dash over to him, feeling like I'm in one of those romance movies that make Star and I sob like babies when we see them at the night viewing at the run down cinema. Michael catches me his sturdy arms, we gaze at each other for a short second before he bends down to my level whilst our eyelids slide downwards, his lips caressing mine as light as a feather. He leads me closer to his robust frame where I can feel myself melting into its clement heat; Michael's hands knot in my voluminous hair sending quivering vibes through me, my pulse racing at the speed of light. My smile begins to display through our interlocked lips as Michael snuggles me in his protecting arms, engulfing me completely. The kiss lasts only a few seconds before we pull away, to me it felt like a thousand years. Michael and I look up together; we are so close to each other I can feel my heart beat against his like two drummers playing perfectly in sync. His soulful blue eyes equal with my own electric eyes, he compacts warmth with his two hands around my singular hand.

"Goodnight Sierra" Michael bids farewell to me before he plants a kiss of compassion on my hand. Michael and I share one more amorous glance before he plasters a beguiling smile on his face and climbs on his motorbike. I watch him drive off into the distance with the desirable taste of his lips preserving on my mouth. Finally, my moment with Michael had came and I couldn't have imagined anything better.


I access the dreading gates of hell to be welcomed by two faces glaring at me. Edgar and Alan are standing only feet away from me looking like twins with their arms crossed superiorly and their feet firmly on the festering floor where dated magazines, some old toys from my childhood and ketchup stains from numerous experiments conducted by Edgar and Alan are scattered randomly.

"Who's the guy?" Edgar probes me still giving me a sceptical look as if I had just committed murder and I was doing a bad job at covering my guilt, as usual Edgar and Alan believe that I hang out with vampires whose only demand was to use me for my wet crimson blood that runs through my veins in a cycle.

"His names Michael" I answer tossing my earring that has become a trait in my personality since one of the boys pierced it for me onto the coffee table. I dawdle to the first step of the stairs, the perspective from my point of view descending into the shadows.

"Is he a –"

"He isn't a vampire" I caution them to stop with the same ritual of mindless questions as I embark my way into the pacifying shadows that cradled me in their sombreness.


I sit cross-legged in my fortress of tattered blankets pondering down memory lane with the pictures of my life flashing before my eyes like how people do on their last final breath as they reminisce about the lives they have lived, only certain people came into my thoughts though. I think of my first meeting the guys with Star at the age of fourteen, I giggle to myself when I think of the first joking words David had said to me with the boys then devoting over me like a new Christmas present they adored the minute they laid eyes on it. Then I think of Michael, meeting him today with my nerves wanting to get better of me and how I fought them off to have that one moment that I will never forget until the day I perish on this earth. As I start to think of Delilah and how she left me here, desolated with the sunlight chasing me in a race that I will never get to the end of. I go to shut the curtains when across the road, a woman with large shades masking her stares straightforwardly at me. I look back at her with confusion before finding the bravery within me to do what the guys would do and stick my middle finger up at her, hoping that makes her scatter off and never come back. The girl who seems slightly dysfunctional appears in a deep hypnotising state despite my warning stays there. I close the curtains where the sunlight is already stalking me through the little crack; the daylight that forces me to have fullbodied hatred for it, never ceasing to stop firing its enraging balls of scorching torment at me.


I'm so relieved they have finally kissed! *lets out sigh of relief* ;)
I'm sad to say that I won't be able to update as frequently because I'm going back to school tomorrow... I'll find some time to write up more chapters though!
Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter!