I apologize for the long stretch but life has been hard lately. A man that was like my own grandfather became very sick and recently passed away. Life goes on though and I know that things will be better. Sorry again for the lack of updates. Once again, I own nothing nor do I own Marilyn Manson's name or his song titles.
I'm sure I stood there in shock for a few moments. I felt Michael wrap his arm around my shoulder. My thoughts scattered around my head in such force I swore I could end up with whiplash.
"I'm sorry Michael. Eve may not be given protection by you or anyone else." Oliver replied.
"Excuse me?" Michael's eyebrows raised. "Why not?"
"She denied her protection long ago and therefore cannot receive it now."
"You're damn right I denied protection." I was growing tired of being spoken of like I wasn't in the same damn room.
"Eve." Michael squeezed my shoulder. "I think."
I cut him off. "No." I pulled myself from him and did the hardest thing I've ever done. "I'm sorry Michael. I'm not signing my life over to anyone." My eyes cast down toward the ground and whispered, "Even you."
"Well, that settles everything." Amelie smiled apparently satisfied with the outcome.
I needed to leave hastily before my emotions took advantage of me and I end of doing something I may or may not regret. I gave Michael one more tear filled glance and fled out of the Common Grounds. I might have heard Michael yelling after me but I ran toward my car and took off. It wasn't until I arrived back at my new home that I let everything that just happened sink in. I fell to the floor and sobbed. I'm pretty sure I cried for an hour straight. By the time my tears were gone, my head was throbbing so hard that I almost began crying again because of the pain. I slowly stood up and got a bottle of water to wash off my face. This house was so old that all the utilities were not functioning, so I was reduced to bottled water and battery operated equipment. The old house was becoming frigid and I grabbed a blanket from my suitcase. I found a couch and crashed down on it. I don't even remember closing my eyes.
"Eve." My mind was foggy and I swore that I felt someone touching my shoulder and say my name. "Eve, wake up baby." There's that noise again. This dreams seems to real. It wasn't until I felt cool lips pressed to my forehead that I opened my eyes. Michael was kneeling beside me.
"Michael?" My brain was completely confused. I knew I wasn't at the Glass House and I was also quite aware that Michael didn't know where I ended up. If that was the case thought, then why was he in front of me.
He leaned down and kissed my lips. My mind broke from it's fog and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. He slightly smiled through our kiss and pressed his hands on both sides of my body. He pushed himself off the floor and ended up on top of me. I wasn't complaining. In fact, I was pretty sure he could have bit me and I wouldn't have cared.
Unfortunately, he decided to pull away from me. He sat down beside me and I leaned up.
"How did you find me?" I asked.
"Did you honestly think I was going to let you walk out of my life?" Okay, so that didn't really answer my question.
"If you found me, it's only a matter of time before they find me." He knew the they I was referring to.
"I won't let them touch you." He pushed back a stray piece of hair away from my face.
"Have you talked to Claire and Shane?"
"Not yet, but Claire's worried sick about you. So much so, that she's not even letting Shane touch her. He's cursing you for that by the way." Michael's face smirked.
"Like it's my fault Claire Bear has a mind of her own."
"You're a horrible influence on her." He laughed. "I'm pretty sure she's going to start wearing your clothes and listen to your Marilyn Manson CD's.
"Of course, blame us gothic chicks for everything!"
"Marilyn Manson's not a girl." He teased.
I slapped him. "I know that! I was referring to myself! I'm quite aware of the man that Manson is!" Michael knew all about my longstanding crush on Marilyn Manson. I couldn't help it, the man drew me in like a moth to a flame! I think I need to steal Shane's old shirt.
"You know my ego doesn't feel to good when you start fantasizing over him Eve."
"Well, I've loved him longer than you!" I smiled. "Though I'm not in love with him, I'm in love with you."
Michael wrapped his arms around me. "I love you too." He leaned down and kissed me. All coherent thoughts drifted away as Michael's lips began traveling down my body. "So, does this house have a bed?"
"Sadly, no." I whispered.
Michael's lips paused and he glanced up at me. "Oh well, looks like this will have to do." He grabbed my blanket and laid it on the floor and then pulled me down on top of it. It seems like forever since I've been with him. His touch blazed across my body causing me to shiver with anticipation. It didn't take long before Michael had our clothes scattered in all directions. He took his time considering how quickly he had started. He soon pushed into me and I felt complete. I swear I think that Michael was made only for me. His body fit so perfectly into mine. He began thrusting harder and harder and soon we both reached our climax. I didn't want to come down from the high I was on. Michael was definitely a drug that I needed. He pulled out of me and wrapped his arm around my waist holding me close to him.
"I love you Eve."
"I love you too."
I soon fell into a comfortable and deep sleep. The last thing I felt before the darkness consumed me was Michael's lips pressed to my forehead.