As his soft lips gently touched mine, I was undecided. Should I pull away? Or not? But as he started to kiss me, so gently I decided. I kissed him back. Gently and hesitantly. I didn't know why he was kissing me after all. Was I rebound girl? Or was it a comforting kiss? I hoped it was neither. I hoped it with all my heart that this kiss meant as much to him as it meant to me. What? Why did I just think that? I had just been beaten up and dumped by my boyfriend. Why was I kissing Michael? And why was he kissing me?
Suddenly he was kissing me harder, but only slightly. Instinct took over so I kissed him back, harder. My hands which had been on my lap snaked up his back and got tangled in his golden hair. Pulling him closer towards me. His arms had snaked round me waist and were pulling me closer, onto his lap. I let myself be pulled, until I was on his lap. I wrapped my legs around his waist. His tongue flashed into my mouth, smooth and careful. Suddenly I thought of all the kisses I had shared with Shane. None of them had felt like this I realised. None of them. Maybe it was my hearing but I'm sure I felt him moan slightly as my tongue explored his mouth.
He pulled me closer. Then I realised that I needed to breathe. Now. He pulled back at that moment to let me breathe. I gasped as the air rushed to my lungs. He smirked at me as I took in deep breathes. His smirk was like an angel's. Beautiful. As soon as I had my breath back he kissed me again. Hungrily, I thought. His hands, which has been round my waist, started to roam up my body. I shivered against his delicate touch; he smirked against my lips.
This didn't feel right somehow. Somehow I felt slightly, guilty and for some reason used. As if I was rebound girl, or as if this were just Michael's hormones talking. But I felt as if maybe I should pull away. He stopped kissing me and kissed down my neck. He stopped where my pulse beat loudest. I looked into his eyes and they were red. Bright red.
He bit my neck.
I tried to pull back, stop him drinking from me. But he was strong and as soon as I tried to pull away he grabbed my throat and picked me up. Then pushed me against a wall. I was still struggling but I was weakening.
"Michael, please Michael get off me," I whimpered. But he didn't, if anything he gripped me stronger. If I survived I would most likely have quite a bruise I thought randomly.
Suddenly Michael let me go. I dropped to the floor and started gasping for air. My throat was killing I realised. Michael's eyes were blue again. But his lips were dripping with blood. My blood. I felt slightly lightheaded I realised. The world was spinning as I collapsed and slid further down the wall. The last thing I heard before I blacked out was Michael whispering in my ear,
"Sorry Claire. It was a mistake…"
So what do you think of this? Did you expect this ending to this chapter? I hope not…
Anyway please review, I need some criticisms. And maybe thoughts on the whole Michael bits Claire bit…