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Chapter 11
I woke up with my back hurting. Shane was still sleeping. I got up and went to the bathroom. I heard music playing softly downstairs. It was around 5:30 in the morning. The sky wasn't light outside, but it wasn't totally dark either. The stars were faded, soft sparkles in the sky gradually turning dark blue.
I crept quietly on down the hall and sat down in the middle of the stairs. Michael was into the music. His head was down and eyes were closed. I watched his fingers move light and quick over the strings. His body rocked back and fourth in rhythm with the music, and I felt a sense of …..safety. I felt like nothing bad could happen in this house.
I was lost in the soothing melody that I jumped when I heard an alarm clock going off. Michael quit playing and looked up startled. He cut the alarm off and placed his guitar in his case. I watched him confused.
He stood up and walked over to the window. The sky was the color of dark turquoise now, all but the strongest stars faded. Michael, holding a beer in his hand, drank the rest of the bottle and put it down on the table, crossed his arms, and waited.
I was about to ask him is he was okay when the first ray of light crept in thru the window. Michael gasped and hunched over, pressing on his stomach. I lunged to my feet and rushed down the steps almost tripping.
The movement caught his attention, and he jerked his head toward me, blue eyes wide. "No" he moaned, and pitched forward to his hands and knees. "Don't"
I ignored him and ran to his side, but didn't know what to do. Michael was breathing deep, aching gasps, in terrible pain. I put my hand on his back, and felt his fever hot skin.
All of a sudden my hand went thru him. Michael- transparent Michael- looked up at me with despair and desperation in his eyes. "Oh god. Don't tell them." His voice came from a long, long way off. A whisper that faded on the shafts of the morning sun. And so did he.
My mouth was dropped open, utterly unable to speak. I could feel the cool air in front of my, like Michael was still there. I walked over to the couch trying to take in everything that had happened. Michael was a ghost. No wonder he took my powers so well. And I always thought it was just from him knowing about Vampires.
I felt the cold air brush over me again. "Michael?" The chill went away and then brushed over me again. "I- I think I can feel you. Are you still here?" Another second or two with out the draft and then it drifted across my skin. "Okay so you don't want me to tell Eve and Shane?" Nothing. "No, okay I wont. Um we are so going to talk tonight." I felt the cool breeze again. I collapsed back on the sofa feeling giddy and strange and exhausted. I grabbed the throw off the back of the sofa and ended up falling back a sleep.