Tainted Love ~Muke Clemmings~

Chapter 7

I awake later, and I am in a bed. I look around, and I am hooked up to an IV and what seems to be a feeding tube. "Luke." I hear and I turn my head slightly to see King Michael sitting in a seat beside the bed.

"King Michael, what are you doing here?" I ask him, getting up slightly. My vision is blurry, and my head is killing me. It was bright out, but I still curious as to why I have things hooked up to me.

"Thymoxine is a heavy drug that will cause someone to go into a coma like state and move the process of healing along. Instead of you dealing with the pain, we gave you the drug. You have been out for 11 days." He explains.

"What?" I ask, confused.

He gives me a smile of pity and says, "I'm sorry, it was necessary."

I roll my eyes at his actions. "Don't give me it again." I strictly reply.

"I don't take orders from humans." He tells me.

"If you want respect, it has to go both ways. If that makes sense."

King Michael sighs. He reaches over and takes the IV from my arm. I wince a bit and then he takes out the feeding tube. I look down my body, the whip marks have almost completely healed. There was scarring, which I assumed was going to be there.

"We have an ointment that will clear the scars." He says.

"I don't think I can trust you." I reply.

"Well, you have to. But, I did bring you here for a purpose. Take a shower, be in my room in 20 minutes." He orders, getting up from the chair.

I look at him mysteriously, "For what?" I question.

"You're not in a place to question me." He snaps, glaring at me.

"Yes sir." I whisper, resenting the words. I am showing him respect, and it kills me. I wish my family could have been different, that we could have been more normal than we were. Rebelling against vampires is what got most of my family murdered. I am alone, my mom and brother probably don't know if I am alive. I might as well be dead, being held captive by these... things. They're not natural. They were born because of Michael's unrealistic dreams, that eventually did become a sadistic reality.

I get up from the bed slowly, as Michael leaves the room. "Hurry." He says to me. I just nod and close the bathroom door.

*Michael's Point of View 483 Years Ago*

"Come on vampire boy, throw a punch!" Jackson yelled at me, slamming me up against the locker.

"Let me go." I cried, trying to get his hand off of me.

"You're pathetic, you know that? Your face is white, you put on lipstick, and you're a faggot." He spat, and I move my head as far away as I possible can in this situation.

Kamren, who was stationed next to Jackson, picks up his arm and elbows me in the chest. I am winded for a moment but regain my composure. "You're going tor regret today. You're going to regret everyday you hurt me!" I scream at them. Jackson's grip loosenes and he forces me to the ground.

I try to get up but he kicks my head. "Stay down." He orders.

It was that evening after school. I went to a soccer game with my friend Alissa, whose boyfriend was on the team and she wanted me to go. Jackson and Kamren were on the team, too. They found me, and forced me upstairs where nobody would hear my screams of pain. Or see who was inflicting it, for that matter. "Leave me alone, Jackson." I say to him.

I was shaking in fear. "Come on faggot, fight back!" Kamren yells.

"I don't have to, now. I will get you guys back. I am going to kill you guys, slowly. Painfully." I threaten.

-1 Year Later-

I check to make sure that the knife in a bag, the rope, along with some razors, and brass knuckles. I smile when I see they're all in there. I have been a vampire for about six months now, and I have developed an unbelievable amount of strength. I was going to get my revenge tonight.

I see Kamren walk into Jackson's house. Jackson's parents weren't home, and when they do return home... Well, too bad for them I guess.

I walk out from behind the neighbor's iron fence and head towards the house. I knock on the door, and I hear voices from behind it. Jackson opens it. "Michael?" He asks, looking disgusted.

"Can I come in?" I ask.

"Hell no, get out of here you emo freak." He spat.

I shake with anger and push him as hard as I can. He goes up in the air and hits the stairs behind him. I walk inside and close the door behind me. I walk over to him and he looked terrified.

Good.

I bash his head against one of the wooden stairs and his eyes close, he was unconscious.

I reach in his back pocket, and retrieve his phone.

I turn and see Kamren standing in the doorway. He looked at me and reached for his phone. In less than a second, I am next to him, and I hit his head against the solid wood of the doorway. I grab his phone as well. I go outside quickly and see a pool. I smile and throw both of the devices into the water.

I walk back inside and see Kamren's head bleeding onto the light grey carpet.

I go into the dining room and grab two of the chairs. I walk back and pick up Kamren's body. I place him in one of the chairs, then do the same with Jackson. Then, I take the bag off my shoulder. I get out the rope and smile.

*Luke's Point of View Present Day*

I walk into Michael's room, dread filling every inch of my body. "Sit down, Luke."

I do so on his bed, while he was in his desk chair. "Okay..." I simply say awkwardly.

"You asked me once if I remembered a time when I wasn't powerful, or high and mighty; as you had said it. And I do, I was bullied everyday when I was a human; and in the end of that I got my revenge on the people that hurt me. When the world was becoming your race's wasteland, I had to do something. I turned more people, and they had more loyality for me than you could ever imagine. But I remember when I was beat up everyday. Called names. I remember. But I have since gained control and can take down whoever I want. The human race thinks they're special. But they're mortals. They're nothing to me. I am not going to send you to The Cages. You may like your freedom, but I can also scare you. Don't mess with me, Luke. From here on out, you do not disobey me or question me." He explains.

"What happened to the deal? We had a deal, Michael!" I scream at him.

"But then I had time to think about it. I don't need to make deals with you. Learn some goddamn respect from now on, or you're going back downstairs. I will beat you to the brink of death. I like you Luke, I really do. But I am not going to be looked down on by a human. That is humiliating and it makes me look weak." He continues his speech.

"But.." I start, thinking of something to say.

"It starts now, Luke. One slip up and you're back downstairs. Do you understand me?" He asks.

I just nod. There was something dark in his eyes, something I haven't seen before. Even when we was beating me he did not seem so malicious. He just smiles, his eyes remained dark, and he turned in the chair to no longer face me. "You can leave."

Without a word, I get up, and practically run from the room.