Another mostly Michael POV chapter. You'll see why when you read it. A smidge shorter than my usual chapters with this one but it was needed.
Can we take a second to remember the time I thought this would be like three chapters long and just smut? Loooool
Let me know what you guys think of it. Comments feed my soul.
Edit; Sarah from the future again loool I'm in need of… I don't wanna say beta reader but I guess it kind of is? I use two spell checkers and sometimes things slip through the cracks and piss me off ridiculously when I find out afterwards. But I'm mainly after someone who is willing to let me bounce ideas off them and just help me out with things in that sense. I'm currently working on the sequel to this story and 7 chapters in and I'm stuck. Like I know where I'm going with it but I need to fill up some space before that bit happens but I don't wanna just do boring things. I don't know, I'm at a loss. And I also have a bunch of other Michael fics I'm working on that have all hit a wall at some stage or another. So if anyone wants to volunteer as tribute, I'd love you foreverrrrr.
After their declarations to one another, Michael with his declaration of love and Amy admitting she cares about him, the pair laid in bed with one another for hours. They switched between just snuggling together and making out like the pair of teenagers they were. But their hands never did more than light groping through clothes. It wasn't lust they were trying to sate this time, it was their hearts. Amy finally felt free and unburdened, being able to kiss him like this, to let herself be close with him without worrying she was leading him on. Without being scared of what might happen. It was liberating really. She had finally unlocked the chains that had been weighing her down and now she could just go for it.
After she fell asleep, Michael watched her for a long while. He had so many emotions running through him, it was hard to pinpoint what he was feeling. He'd finally gotten her to admit she felt something, which was an accomplishment in itself. He knew she wouldn't say she loved him back, the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. But knowing she cared more than a friend was more than what he could have hoped for. Now he finally had her, just as he had been wanting all this time. But as he lay facing her, his blue eyes taking in the magnificent sight that was his lover, he couldn't help but feel the anger creeping in. She had almost left to see that boy. The one who she had run off to so many times before. It had shocked him so much to walk in here and find her about to go out that his dark side had reared its ugly head and he had to stuff it back down. The darkness had been coming back when they were together, but even that part of him knew how special she was, how she was like a precious gem that needed to be looked after. And after his angry tantrum last time, he managed to behave himself even when he was in his dark state. But knowing she was about to leave and have someone else touch her, if he hadn't stuffed his darkness way down he worried he would have throttled her.
He wasn't really mad at her. He'd been into the darkest parts of her and he knew why she sought that kind of pleasure. He knew there was a reason behind it. But it didn't mean he had to like the fact that some asshole had once laid his hands on her in that way. Michael's only experience was her. He didn't care, he'd never wanted another person to touch him before. But he knew she was far from unblemished. He'd overheard comments from Coco and he knew that Ryan hadn't been her only lover. She had tried to fill the void in her heart by sleeping with whoever, but in his mind, she didn't need to do that now because she had him. It felt like such a smack in the face to know she was about to go out and seek the guy out. Part of him feared she would do so again in the future. He wasn't concerned about her feelings for Ryan. He knew she didn't care about him in that way. But it did bother him that they were close friends. That they had fucked. Something which she hadn't done with him.
Things were different now though. Their friendship had shifted and now it was what he hoped would be called a relationship. It wasn't like he'd done this before. But the dark cloud was looming over him thinking about that boy being out there. The one who had shared her bed on more than one occasion. One she ran to, finding solace in his arms in her times of need. He was competition. He was a rival, a threat. And Michael didn't take too kindly to being threatened.
He lay there watching her. She was curled facing him on her side, fast asleep with her lips parted. She was breathtaking. She was his. She gave her soul to him the moment she said she cared and like fuck he would ever let her go now. A hand reached out and stroked her hair with a featherlight touch but she didn't stir. He blinked, his eyes turning pitch black as he did. His whole aura morphed into black mixed with red, the colours bleeding together as his rage only intensified. He leant forward, brushing his lips against her forehead softly, a stark contrast to his demonic eyes and aura. He inhaled deeply, taking in her sweet scent that soothed his soul so much.
"You're mine," he whispered harshly. The temperature of his blood was rising and it felt like it was scorching his veins. Part of him wanted to pounce on her and claim her until she had no voice left. But he knew that wasn't what he needed. That wouldn't quell his undying anger. He knew what he needed to do. He had to eliminate the competition. He had to remove the threat so he didn't have to worry about her ever running off into his arms.
With the grace of a cat, he slipped out from beside her and stood up. He stood beside the bed for a moment longer, watching her look so serene and peaceful. She was far from pure in the conventional sense, but her soul was warm and bright. Everything his was not. It was hard to believe she cared even a fraction for him. That she had allowed him to touch her with his blood-stained hands. But she belonged to him now. He wouldn't question it. He would treasure her and her soul. He would do whatever it took to keep her by his side no matter what happened. The beast in him was purring, content as it watched her sleeping in his bed. He could still taste her lips on his own. She tasted like chocolate from her lip balm.
Silently, he moved across the room and grabbed her bag where it lay, discarded from earlier. He crouched, rummaging through it until he grabbed her phone. It needed a code but it wasn't like anything could stop him. He was the Antichrist. With a flick of his wrist, the phone unlocked and he clicked on her messages. He sat leaning against her bed, torn between reading the messages or not. He knew it would make him angry yet he still held the curiosity of a child that never knew when to give up. It pleased him to see that for weeks she hadn't really responded to him or that she let him down. He felt his lips curl in a smirk knowing that she had been with him in that time instead. But Ryans words sent a fire through his veins. Telling her he wanted to see her. Saying things like his dick was missing her. Michael scowled, gripping the phone so hard he was shocked it didn't snap. It didn't help when he scrolled back down to her most recent messages. From just hours before.
Amy; Hey! I know it's been a while but you wanna hook up? Kinda losing my mind here and I could do with a distraction. Miss you! 3
A growl ripped from his throat. He tried to remind himself just why she sought out this kind of release with people. Try not to be mad at her. But knowing she apparently missed him only made him feel more murderous.
Ryan; Hey babe. You know I'm always up for it. Missed you like crazy. No one makes me feel the way you do. Come by whenever, I'm always ready for you x
Ryan; Hey, what happened. You didn't come by. Hope everything's ok x
Michael tilted his head as his thumbs started typing. He didn't even need to think as his darkness took over and did it for him.
Amy; Something came up. Still want to meet up?
Michael sat there breathing deeply for a moment as he tried to compose himself. He'd felt a lot of anger and rage in his life but he couldn't say any of it had ever been driven by jealousy. It was something else entirely.
Ryan; You sure? Its really late x
Amy; I'm sure. Maybe you can meet me somewhere?
Ryan; Awesome. The park on Cherry Tree Lane?
Michael smirked to himself. He didn't actually know where the boy lived since it wasn't something Amy had ever indulged him with. But the park was only a ten-minute walk away and he mused he must live close by.
Amy; Ok. I'll set off now.
Michael felt pleased with himself. Soon he would be rid of him like the thorn in his side he was and he would have Amy all to himself. If he knew her other lovers they'd have suffered the same fate. Maybe he could pry it out of Coco one day. Satan knows she never stopped talking. He was about to set the phone back in her bag when it chimed again. He pursed his lips looking at it before he opened the messages once more.
Ryan; wear no panties. We can have fun in the park like last time ;)
Michael thought he couldn't have felt more rage. He really did. But he was really quite wrong. He had been willing to make it quick and painless just because he had been there for Amy when Michael had not been in her life yet. But now… well, he wouldn't be so generous. He deleted the messages before he locked her phone and tossed it into her bag and he stood up. He didn't bother to get dressed as he transmuted from their room in his sleep clothes. He hid out in the darkness between the trees, the cold air not affecting him in the least. He was bloodthirsty now. He could feel the excitement welling up inside of him to unleash his darkness for the first time in a while. The sales lady when he went shopping had been more of an accident. This was intentional, very intentional and his body felt alive for the first time in a long while as it thrummed with malicious energy. He didn't have to wait too long before a figure walked up the path on the way to the playground of the park. Michael took a moment to assess him. He was around his age and if Michael was a normal human he might have felt intimidated. The guy was tall and looked like he worked out every day. Wearing a black hoodie with some jeans and sneakers. His dark blonde hair was short at the sides and a little longer at the top. He knew it was definitely Ryan because he could smell the desperation off him. It was pathetic.
Michael stepped out from the trees and Ryan stopped a few feet in front of him, hazel eyes sizing him up. Michael tilted his head, his face emotionless as he wondered just what his Amy ever saw in him. Ryan scoffed as he looked at him, no doubt thinking he was just a punk-ass kid messing around. But as he went to sidestep him, Michael followed his motions. A sly smirk spread across Michael's face when the guy scowled at him. Michael wasn't phased in the least. Cool as a cucumber as he stared him down.
"Get the fuck out of my way kid before I kick your teeth in," Ryan huffed. He barged into Michael's shoulder as he stormed past and Michael let him. He had no doubt the brunette was capable of damage if someone pissed him off, but little did he know Michael wasn't a normal person.
"Why? Going to meet Amy?" he asked mockingly. Her name rolled off his tongue like honey and he watched gleefully as Ryans head whipped around to face him looking shocked.
"How the fuck do you know that? Where is she?" he asked harshly.
"Sleeping. In my bed," Michael smirked. He saw the realization then as Ryan put the pieces together that Amy hadn't been the one to text him at all. Michael just watched him and he hated that he was a little taken aback when Ryan burst out laughing.
"I see what this is. You're the new guy, right? I mean shes so horny that I know she's fucking someone else since shes not been to me. But sorry to break it to you man, she doesn't do relationships. You can't tame a wild cat like that. You shouldn't want to anyway. Crazy bitches make for a good roll in the sack," Ryan laughed. Michael's eyes narrowed a little as the rage seeped from every pore in his body.
"That's funny. I was under the impression you two were friends," he stated dryly. It was bad enough knowing this asshole had touched Amy intimately, but hearing how he was talking so disrespectfully about her now, like she meant nothing. Well, that shit made him see red.
"Look, when you've known her for as long as I have, you'll understand. I don't usually put up with bitches with bad mood swings and daddy issues, but she's honestly just that good in bed. I'm pretty sure you know since you're fucking her and all," the grin on Ryans face was malicious and this wasn't how Michael expected this to go. He hadn't expected the guy to talk about Amy this way. The more sensitive side of him felt so bad for her. Knowing she considered this boy one of her closest friends and how she had gone to him when she needed someone. And all he was doing was using her. It was like it hurt him physically that someone had hurt her.
The silence was tense with Ryan smirking at him thinking he had put Michael off her and Michael just taking a moment to gather himself. Ryan certainly didn't see it coming when Michael clenched his fist and suddenly Ryans air supply was cut off. He fell to his knees, grasping at his neck as Michael's eyes flashed black. The terror in Ryan's eyes when he noticed he wasn't human, well that was something Michael revelled in. He looked down at him, knowing that the fun was only just beginning. There was no way this would be quick and painless now. Not after all that had been said. He would make him suffer. Not only for touching what was his, but for spewing such vile disrespectful things about her. He would pay for every word he had said. For every time he had taken advantage of a broken girl that just needed someone. He had promised Amy he would be good. That he would control his dark urges. But what she wouldn't know wouldn't hurt her. And besides, this is what people did for their beloved right? Defending their honour? Protecting them? This boy had hurt Amy and she wasn't even aware. He had taken advantage of her, using her for sexual pleasure when all she needed was someone to count on. The one person she had felt for so long had her back and it was all a lie. Michael would get his revenge and he would make sure Ryan regretted ever touching Amy in the first place. No-one hurt those he loved.