I've never been to old Mr Emerson's house that is alienated from the troublesome natures of Santa Carla as it locates on a hill that overlooks the horizon of the active town. Mr Emerson – a man in his late sixties who had lost his wife eight years ago and has been living an excommunicated life in the house, away from the world ever since with the exception of collecting pot from my parents every so often. Michael opens the door allowing me to enter first; the first things I notice are a matured brick fireplace in the corner of the room that burns out smoky fumes that overshadows the whole room and a high ceiling enabling enough head space for even the tallest man on earth. As my eyes swivel around the room, I notice how a real house should look. Michael's house appears so homely and immaculate compared to mine. Instead of a torn couch with countless holes the size of fists, Michael's is faultless with symmetrical blue and red stripes. I am intrigued when I see mysterious Shoji doors where a velvet red light is dimly enshrouded.
"Michael are you back?" a feminine gentle voice calls from the kitchen. A pale woman with mousy brown hair with a red tint to it that is styled into a pixie cut and dressed in a bright blue dress with little white daisies patterned on accompanied with a modest blue shrug and a smile that depicts a cheerful disposition joins Michael and I in the cosy lounge. "Michael, I'm going out tonight so I was hoping that –"she stops in her tracks and pauses speaking as she notices my presence "Oh I didn't know you're having company" the woman giggles surprised.
"Mom, this is Sierra. My girlfriend" Michael introduces me, referring to me as his girlfriend makes me feel warm inside like there is a heater in my stomach refusing to dissolve in its acid. His mom's smile gets even more expansive than it already is and quickly walks over to me.
"Hi Sierra it's nice to meet you, I'm Lucy, Michael's mom" she greets me, that beaming smile still held in position. She outstretches her arm for me to shake it.
"It's nice meeting you too" I say in a quiet voice, shaking her hand neither too tight nor too loose as I smile optimistically. Even when Lucy lets go of my hand, that friendly smile doesn't wipe off her face. Finally, I know what a mother should really be like. I can't help but feel blue though, for I have never come across that kind of motherly touch before in my whole life. In a way, I've never had a mother before either.
Michael lowers the needle onto the already spinning vinyl; the heavy sound of Bon Jovi's newest song beats out loudly, feeling the vibration going down my spine. Is it Michael's proximity that's making me shake or the beat of the music? I couldn't tell with Michael's encompassing closeness, his well built arm securely around my waist like a fluffy warm blanket that protects me on a cold winter's day. Michael leans in, his lips almost touching mine. Then suddenly the door bursts open with enormous pressure, only for Edgar, Alan and Michael's brother situating themselves in the door frame.
"Didn't interrupt anything, did we?" Michael's brother asks in a leering voice, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. Edgar forces his way to the front of Michael's brothers mastering figure that dominated over the other two boys who stand ragingly in the background.
"Sam, you little-"Michael starts fumingly hissing like a snake who's just been angered.
"Better not be interrupting any fangbanging, right Sierra?" Edgar quizzes me, his eyes targeting on me ready to shoot. Alan looks just as furious, staring at me like I am nothing but a piece of eroding junk infested with squirming maggots. Though he may be silent, his eyes shriek incriminating words. My jaw drops as if it's being controlled by a puppeteer in stun that Edgar could even spit out such suggestions and in embarrassment that they have just accused Michael of being a vampire! Sam jerks Edgar's face towards him with Edgar letting out a muffled scream of pain as Sam's hands grasp on his mouth rigidly, preventing him from declaring anymore atrocities.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I stutter through blasting anger, I cannot believe Edgar and Alan are trying to ruin what Michael and I have together "Why do you always have to bring up vampires, it's so idiotic it's unreal!" all they do is glare at me whilst shaking their heads in disappointment.
"Hey! I've just ran a bath, Sierra can go first!" Sam recommends trying to change the subject and remove the tension in the air. I quickly agree, moving off Michael's bed immediately and into the bathroom; anything to get away from the mortifying revelations of my brothers addiction.
I let myself slip into the lukewarm bath, its warmth so welcoming; I can feel the bubbles fizz around me with the lavender fragrance triggering my senses. I close my eyes as I let the hot steam embrace me, subconsciously it feels like it is warding off my stresses for the time being, leaving me tranquilized in a clear minded state. The calming waters make me feel like I have a balanced life with alignment, the placid darkness and I alone. I hear the doors screeching creak as it opens; Michael stands there staring at me, his face as white as a blank piece of paper; a strong lustful urge is scratching inside of him. I attempt to cover myself with piles of lightweight bubbles around my chest, my facial expression alarmed at his abrupt burst into the room. I'm speechless as he removes his top, thrusting it to the ground to reveal his naked torso, so defined like it has been sculpted to perfection.
I mutely observe Michael stagger over and climb into the bath, his gaze not falling from me. His eyes move their way down to my neck where Michael's lips and my neck unite; as he kisses my neck, it feels like snowdrops are freezing on my skin, a cold sensation frosts over his mouth. Michael's lips are suctioned to my neck, a stubborn force tethering them together. I begin to feel gruelling agitation where Michael's lips are chained. I nudge him without any movement.
"Michael. Michael could you stop?" I groan the painful affliction is intensifying and pressuring hastily "Michael! Michael you're hurting me!" I try to shrug him off without success. "Michael get off me!"
I heave him off; Michael falls back into the water and growls at me as he uprights himself. Nothing but horror shows on my startled face. It must be a prank. I can't believe it. It must be fake. No, Edgar and Alan can't be telling the truth. I gasp in terror and distress, my legs turn to jelly out of fear. I need to flee; I have to get away from this monster as Michael's sneer reveals a pair of sharp, bloodthirsty fangs.
I let out a blood-curdled scream, leaping out the bath; I dare to look behind me. Michael looks dumbfounded, those ghastly fangs retracted back to normality. I yank a towel from the nearest peg, my hands shaking in disturbance as I wrap it around me. I look at Michael with fright etching my eyes, this wasn't some cruel joke Edgar and Alan had challenged Michael to do – it was real.
"Sierra? What's going on?" Michael asks confounded at the scenario that had just occurred, his vague behaviour puzzling.
"Get the fuck away from me Michael! Just stay the hell away from me!" I scream distraughtly as tears gush down my face, the currents of salt not pausing for at least one second. All that beauty I thought would last forever has gone, disappearing into a void of sunlight. I could feel Daytime Sierra cackle monstrously inside my soul that has been shattered into a million pieces. She has won, that carefree girl that the night had brought me is now nothing. I am nothing. The calamities of the day have been brought into the night. Daytime Sierra wins.
I rush down the stairs, footsteps following me hurriedly. With every step my feet make another tear gets away from my sombre eyes.
"Sierra wait! What have I done? Sierra!" Michael chaotically shouts as he charges after me, those words duplicating in my ears. I grieve for the illusion I thought Michael was when all it really is, is another figment of my imagination. Had I tricked my mind to believing the last two days that Michael devoted over me where real? I thunder into the lounge, Michael still rambles his pleas for my attention. Before I know it, Edgar launches on Michael pinning him to the ground!
"What the hell did you do to my sister you filthy bloodsucker?" Edgar barks, his fist clenched above his head as his knees dig into Michael's thighs. Michael pants breathlessly, his face panicked at this sudden attack. Sam proceeds to fail at getting Edgar's murderous clutches removed from his brother.
"I swear to God, if you laid one single fang on her I'll stake you right here, right now. No matter how messy it is" Alan hisses about to throttle Michael. I seize them fast, towing them off of a bewildered Michael from the collars of their shirts.
"What the hell Sierra? Are you just going to let him drain your blood? Come on, let me stake him!" Edgar retorts as he tries to escape, but I can't let them kill Michael.
But now the question is – do I face my fears or do I run away?
Ooosh! It feels awesome to be updating again after a lot of homework after only two days at school...
Ahhh, anyway hope you guys like and I'll try findsome time to write. *huggles :3*