I woke up lying on the floor of the living room. They just left me there after I passed out. Charming. I felt my neck, my fingers passing over two, distinct holes. I sighed. It was really true. To be honest, I don't know how I feel about it. Immortality sounds great, but living forever must slowly become Hell as everyone you meet dies before you. I guess you become like Mail; cold, emotionless, withdrawn, cruel, sadistic. But he's only been one for two years. It's hardly a lifetime of suffering.
Hold on. Wait. Mail and Mihael both got bitten when they were nineteen. They are now both twenty-one but now I think about it, they don't look as if they have aged at all. Will I look permanently nineteen for the rest of my life? Thank God I'm already old enough to do anything, I'm technically an adult. That would be so awkward if you are permanently, physically underage. You can see that I have my priorities right.
"I see that you have awoken." a cold, emotionless monotone states.
I jump in shock. I turn around to see Mail. He looks as terrifying as ever. His fire red hair spiked down over his eyes, the icy glare of which was still visible.
He had a rather amused expression on his face. I didn't know what that meant. I was very scared. I got up and began to move away. He appeared in front of me. How the Hell did he get there so quickly?
He chuckled lowly at my shocked expression.
"I see you have the impression that you are now free to go", He pushed me to the ground.
"whilst you are technically no longer my victim as you are one of us, where are you going to go? You can't go back to university. Not yet. You have yet to control your powers and cravings. So until then, you are going to be under the 'protection' of me and Mihael." he smirked slightly at the word "protection".
What does mean? What the Hell were they going to do with me?
"So exactly where are we?" I asked, trying to make conversation.
Mail gave me a bored look and then looked at his nails.
Mihael came out of nowhere, startling me again.
"We're still in London. This was an old, abandoned building. We decided to move in as no one has used it for ages.", He smiled softly at me.
I felt safer. He extended his hand towards me. I held it and he pulled me up.
"c'mon, I'll show you to your room." He led me away and towards a corridor. Mail scoffed loudly. I turned around slightly and saw that he had his head in his hands.?
We walked into a relatively large room. It had a single bed against one wall. There was a large full-length mirror by a pretty big wardrobe. There was a chaise long by a big window in a sort of alcove. There was a desk opposite the bed. It had a really nice revolving chair on wheels.
A mac-book was open on the desk. There was also a desktop, printer/photocopier, speakers, a microphone and landline. An enormous book case crammed full of my favourite titles. I gasped when I saw the best part of the room; a gaming area!
Two, black gaming chairs were positioned in front of a massive flat-screen TV. Numerous games consoles. A huge variety of video games. An even bigger variety of DVDs.
"Is this all mine?" I asked, taking it all in.
Mihael grinned widely. "Yup. All yours. You're gonna live with us for a long time so you may as well be comfortable."
He smiled at me. It was just like old times.
"I'll leave you to get settled in. Don't worry about getting your stuff. Mail paid your university a visit, pretending to be you. He told them that you were moving out and he gathered all of your stuff."
That would explain why a lot of my belongings were here and why my posters and fanart decorated the walls.
He walked out shutting the door behind him. I flopped back onto the bed. So, this was my life from now on. I pulled my goggles over my eyes. I plugged in my head phones and went to sleep. I woke up to the sound of screaming and crying. What on Earth?...
I turned on my bedside lamp, wincing slightly from the brightness. It was already night. I must have been asleep for hours. The screaming and crying was still incredibly loud.
Had they decided to feed on someone else already? No. It sounded too familiar. I pushed off my duvet and swung my legs over. It was freezing. I pulled on a hoodie and my combat boots. I felt the need to investigate that noise.
Pushing the door open, I crept into the hallway. Why was I creeping? Christ, I don't know! It just felt as if it was necessary. I walked down, following the direction of the noise. A door swung open suddenly, making me jump.
"Mihael! Don't. Do. That." I muttered through gritted teeth.
"Sorry," He rubbed the back of his neck, grinning awkwardly. "I didn't realise you were out here,"
I relaxed slightly. "What is that noise? The crying?" I asked. Mihael winced.
"Um, that's Mail."...
What? That's Mail? I had enough of this constant mood changing. For goodness sake, why can't they just make their minds up.
"Yup," He replied seeing the look on my face.
"I'd better explain." He sat down, back against the wall and motioned for me to join him.
"Explain what?" I slumped against the wall next to him, my knees up against my chest. He took a deep breath, suggesting that this was going to be a long story. That's fine. I had eternity to hear it.
"Okay, I guess you would like some answers,"
I nodded.
He continued.
"Well, as you know, Mail and I got attacked by vampires and then mysteriously vanished. What you don't know is what happened next,"
He paused. "These vampires took us by force. For three months we were kept chained up in a cellar watching them 'feeding'. For three months, we saw innocent people be brutally murdered by these monsters. Their screams for help, pleads of mercy, begging for their lives. It was absolute torture watching all of this. They periodically released us, but only to feed. At first we both refused. Refused to become like them. But we honestly could not control it. About four months after we got taken prisoner, we killed our captors and ran. It shortly went down hill from there,"
He stopped, allowing me to take it all in.
That must have been horrible.
"Um, I don't want to go into too much detail about 'this', but I will tell you how I got scarred. I basically set of an explosion to evade capture after a plan went horribly wrong. I was comatose for about six months leaving Mail totally on his own. He no one for six whole months and had no idea whether or not I would pull through. Whether or not I would be a 'vegetable'."
He involuntarily ran his gloved hand over his scar.
I looked at him. His eyes were filled with tears.
"Mail changed immensely over those six months. The brother that you once knew is long gone. I desperately want him back as much as you do. He sank into a depression and his way of therapy was murder. The only escape from what was going on in his head was to become the cold, emotionless, heartless, evil, sadistic, sociopathic monster that you saw earlier. When I woke up from my coma, he was a completely different person. I was too. I enjoy killing to some extent but not as much a Mail."
He stopped.
I had my head in my hands. Oh Mail. Mihael put his arm around me, comfortingly.
"Please don't blame him. It is not his fault. He never asked for any of this to happen. Do you have any idea what he went through? He missed you so much; we both did. Now he has you back, he does not know how to react. Resent us, yes. Fear us, yes. Hate us, yes. But please don't blame us, him."
He was crying now.
"Mihael, I am so sorry. I had no idea."
I was the one comforting him now. Mail wasn't the only one with problems, I wasn't flawless either. I understood what it was like having done something that you are not proud of. I glanced down at my wrists, tracing the scars.
"He is still haunted by everything he's done. He is still wracked with guilt. Every night, he sees them all again."
Mihael wiped his eyes.
"I don't understand," I said. "I thought he enjoyed it."
I moved my fringe out of my face.
"He does. God, he loves it. But that is relatively new. All of the people that he killed before he had changed. All of the deaths he witnessed, even the ones for which he is not responsible. He still sees it all every night. And now his biggest regret of all... You."
He pointed at me.
Me? I was his biggest regret?
"He loves you dearly no matter what he says. He vowed that he would never let any harm come to you. But, he did. He was the one that 'turned' you and he feels unbelievably guilty for it."