Dongles are stupid i miss my wireless:(

I know the last chapter was really short so im gonna try and make this a bit longer to make up for it.

I dont really like using other peoples point of view unless i really need to, but im thinking of starting another story from Mícheál and Róisíns point of view when im finished with this one, maybe even from when they were first turned. What do you think?

Eventually, the boy went away back into his own room to sleep. I waited for another half hour before I moved again. If it wasn't for the fact that I was in the home of a farmer, I would have waited longer. Farmers rise at the crack of dawn, which wasn't far off.

I pulled myself together and snuck into what I presumed must be the parents room. I was a lot more careful with noise this time. I almost glided over to the armoir and quietly picked out clothes at the back, which would have been less likely to be missed. I had picked out a v-neck red polka dot summer dress that cut off and flowed out at the knee. I took out a pair of sandals and a light cream jacket to match. Even fourty years after my human life I still had a good sense of fashion.

After rummaging for less than five minutes I got up and went to leave. Passing by the boy's room, I peeked inside to make sure that the boy was sleeping. I don't know what had made me do it but I entered into the room and shut the door behind me. I wasn't thirsty at all, not really surprising seeing the amount that I had drained already.

He was sleeping peacefully in his bed. I crept up to the head of the bed and sat down. I was starting to feel a bit maternal for the young boy. I gently stroked his hair away from his face. He had a round face that still carried the innocent look of youth. His dusky blonde hair was askew as he turned about the bed. I wondered what he was dreaming about.

I sat there until the dawn broke outside, influencing the cock to crow. I froze as I heard the parents in the room beside start to stir. I quickly pecked a kiss on the boy's cheek and dove under the bed to hide, not a moment too soon. A woman in the latter end of her years threw the bedroom door open and drew the curtains. "Good mooorning" she sang. "Rise and shine Marc, it's time to get up". I heard a groan from the bed above me as the boy started to show some signs of life. So Marc was his name. I liked that name, simple, yet timeless.

His mother left the room to wreak some havoc in the kitchen downstairs. The bed creaked as Marc moved to get up. He wandered around his room, collecting clothes. I realised that my hiding place was a mistake a moment too late. He ducked his head under the bed to look for his shoes and yelled out as he saw me. He fell backwards in shock. I climbed out with ease and motioned him to keep quiet. He nodded vigorously. "What happened, are you okay?" his mother shouted from downstairs. I nodded to show he could respond. "I'm fine, Maman, I dropped my shoe on my foot is all". I smiled in appreciation, he was a quick thinker. He reminded me so much of my John.

"I wasn't dreaming last night, that was you wasn't it?" he whispered. I nodded. "Why were you crying?" I was lost, I didn't know how to answer him. I sat on the edge of his bed. I decided to go with the truth, well at least the partial truth. "My son died yesterday. You remind me so much of him, you could have been brothers you're so alike. I'm on the run and was in need of some clothes, so I came to the nearest house to try and find some. As you can see, I helped myself to your mother's wardrobe." I sighed as I finished. The hardest part was over, I hoped.

He gazed at me with a quizical look on his face. He got up from the ground and creaked the door open a slice. "I'll be back again in a few minutes, please don't go". I smiled and nodded. Once he had left I put my head in my hands. Dammit why couldn't I have just left already? I could see that I was already extremely attached to him. I should have left then, to get as much distance between us as possible but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I needed to find Mícheál and this wasn't helping much. I sighed in defeat. I might aswell indulge in my insane activities while I can.

I looked around the room to kill time. It was pretty plain, it was obvious Marc's family didn't have much money. The room was small and the walls were painted a watery yellow. There wasn't much to furnish the room, just the bed, a chair and a chest of drawers. There wasn't even any curtains, just some netting. I felt sorry that Marc had to live with so little.

With nothing to entertain myself with, I listened out for the family downstairs. I refused to use my sense of smell, knowing that I still could be dangerous, however unnatural and disabling it felt. I heard the screeching of a chair as someone pulled out a chair and sat down. From the sound of it, I knew that it was someone small who sat down. I guessed it must have been Marc. I groaned. All that brooding I had been doing would have kept a human busy for at least ten minutes. I, on the other hand, was already bored by the time he had made it downstairs and into the kitchen.

I could hear the sizzling of meat in a pan. I giggled as I heard Marc's stomach growling in protest. Humans were so high maintenance, needing to feed every few hours. I was glad I only needed to feed every two weeks or so. I probably wouldn't need to feed again for a month. I grimaced at the memory. I couldn't believe myself, the monster I had turned into.

I quietly sneaked into the bathroom to make sure that I was still myself and not a wild beast with no control. I gasped as I took in my appearance. The mirror showed me something strange. My eyes were a golden colour, with a few flecks of amber that would have been undetectable to the human eye. This explained why the boy hadn't run away when he had seen me. What was happening to me? Was I finally turning into the monster that I dreaded? No, that couldn't be, I looked a lot more human now than before. There must be some other reason, another explanation. I needed reassurance that I was human to some degree.

I went back over the terrible events the day before and couldn't find anything that could explain this strange occurance. I cleaned up my hair and patted down my dress. I gave myself a quick smile in the mirror and darted down the landing, back into Marc's room. I closed the door behind me to find that he was lying on his bed with a sad look on his face. My heart tore as his face lit up when he saw me. No, this wasn't right, I couldn't do this. It was bad enough that I felt a connection between us, but for him to want to know me was just wrong.

"Thank god, I thought you had left". A big grin spread across his face. "I need to talk to you about that..." I started but not quite able to finish. I couldn't crush his innocent hopes and dreams. He looked so much more naive than my John had been. "Wait, don't go. Please, not yet, at least. I sneaked you some food". I smiled in gratitude. "Thank you, you're so kind but I cant take this". I wondered darkly how he would react if he knew the real reason. "I really need to go now, I can't tell you why, but I'm endangering you by even being here. Thank you, for everything. If we ever meet again I might stay a bit longer".

There, I had done it. It was said. He looked crushed, even when he tried to smile. "I understand" he whispered. "Just don't forget to come back whenever you're not running anymore". I nodded and held him in a quick embrace. I broke away and looked out the window, making sure I wouldn;t be seen. I opened the window and before I jumped, I looked back one final time to see a confused look on his face. I winked and climbed out. I landed on the grass gracefully and sank back, pressing my back to the wall. It was daylight and I couldn't afford to be seen.

I looked around again to make sure I would be unseen and sprinted to the woods just beyond with all the speed I could muster up.

I like Emma might be starting to go a teeny bit crazy, shes already replaced John, to some extent. I dont really blame her though, after all I put her through haha.

Do you think I should continue on with Marc for a while? i have a few little ideas that might work but i want to know what you all think. dont worry, shes not going to stop looking for Mícheál. oh, and by the way, am i any better with not rushing on ahead?

keep reviewing please i love to know what you think about the story, even if its just a smiley face:)