That night I lay awake. My mind constantly replaying the horrific scene that took over earlier that day. And against my will. I should of acted cooler, not so desperate, the more I think about it the more I hate myself. Well! He wouldn't tell me and I have a right to know! I deserve at least some kind of lie! He shouldn't go around using his accent so girls fancy him and desperately wonder if he is their dark prince of their dreams, he is the pathetic one. I try to continue to convince myself that he is to blame, but as much as I hate him, there is something I have never experienced before,it is so wrong, but so right. I try to deny, to reassure myself that it is nothing but it is a lot more than nothing. It is so good, so sweet, delicious, but torture. I'm not custumed to it, and I am determined to figure out what it is. I drift off to a light sleep. Miles was the only thing that took place in my petit, pathetic, stupid, inconvenient head. In the dark, he, Miles, was my light. Blackness, something I've grown to be way to familiar with, surround his wise, deathly beautiful face. He is whispering, eyes on the ground. I strain my ears to desperately try to catch every word. I hear nothing, from failure, I cry, sad, reaching out to him. He continues to stride in his little circles, an unknown light surrounds him like a stage light. He keeps murmuring well I helplessly cry, the cold tears running down my cheeks. Then, as if he hearing someone call his name he looks up, his eyes unnaturally black, no white, no blue, just black, coal, hard, hellish black. Then, to my horror, but oddly fascination, he bares fangs, angry. Blood drizzles down his perfect, pale chin. Startled, I awake from the dream. I attempt to convince myself it was a nightmare, but for what ever messed up reason I believe, truly, deep down, it was a dream, no nightmare. Everything surrounding me is pitch black, except the smallest night light coming from my window on the opposite wall facing me.
"Click!" A small tap startled me so much I nearly scream. Frantically I reach for my mouth to shut myself up. What the hell was that? Am I dreaming? I swear I'm not, I swear I just saw a small rock hit my window! A gust of wind came, rattling my window, then, like a horror flick it opened like invisible hands were lifting. Then, if by on cue, two pale, familiar hands grip the edge of the window. The veins of the hand pooping up from the pressure of the 'thing' below heaving its self into my room. My hands still cup around my mouth, quickly I think about screaming, but something in the pit of my stomach tells me against it. Mile's, beautiful, yet annoying face pops up, revealing his shiny, white grin.
He looks proud of himself, and I wanted to smack him for it. Removing my hands from my mouth I swiftly tugged my heavy, comfy blanket off of me. I jump on to my floor, though careful to be silent. I walked quickly, pissed, towards him. He heaved himself on to my floor in one strong push. Rubbing his hands together, back towards me, his head turning towards me, still smiling. If I wasn't so pissed I probably would of melted.
"Hey there neighbor! " His beautiful voice sang, still cocky. Crossing my arms, I glare vicious at him. "Aye? Whats the problem young miss? Cat caught your tongue?" Continuing to glare, though inside I was laughing at his stupid, cute words.
"Why are you here?" I ask, raising my chin, trying to stand my ground.
"I guess that best be done now" His smile vanishing.
"I guess it should."Miles stared at me. Looking me up and down.
" So I guess you want to now what the hells in going on, eh?"
"That would be most pleasant."
Well, today seems to be your lucky day. And first let my just apologize for my behavior. I am quite sorry."
"Apology thought about." Chuckling at my statement , he walked past me, and sat neatly on top of my bed.
"Than lets get on it."
AUTHORS NOTE!
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