A Thin Line Between Hero and Villain

Chapter 6: I Had Fun?

Today I had a date. Don't get me wrong I've been on many, but after a thousand years you get rusty. Plus this date was with Michael Jackson who 1 thinks he's my beloved and 2 doesn't know I'm Blackwidow or the real queen. Once I had everything ready the doorbell rang. I walked down to open the door. Michael was casually leaning against the doorframe. In a white shirt with a blue jacket. He looked FINE!! What? Wait did I just think that? Naw can't be.

"Emilie?" I was pulled out of my thoughts.

"Sorry ready?" I asked with a slight smile.

"Yes let's go!" He grabbed my hand, and led me to his candy apple red 57 Chevy.

"This is your car?!" I asked.

"Like it?" He smirked.

"I LOVE IT!!!" I squealed.

I hopped in the car. He drove us to something called a Drive In. He payed, and went to get popcorn.

"Do you want salt on it?" Michael asked.

"Ummm," I've never tasted it sooooo,"Sure why not."

We walked back to his car, and sat waiting for the movie to start.

"Hey can I ask you a question?" Michael's voice was soft.

"Sure."

"When we first met I asked you if you were a werewolf. You said sorta. Are you?" He asked.

"It's complicated." I sighed.

I had this inexplainable pull to Michael as if he really was.... No cant be....then again.

"You can tell me I am your beloved or mate whatever you wish to call it."

I giggled a little. Then sighed.

"Maybe one day I'll tell you..."

Then the movie came on. It was called Avengers Age of Ultron. I was focused on the one called Tony Stark. Man he was FINE! Michael put his arm around my waist sometime during the movie. I didn't move it because I was focused on the movie. Then it ended.

"Emilie ready to go?"

"Yeah let's go." We got back in the car. He started asking questions again.

"So I know you said you might tell me but.."

"But?" I said.

"Are you a werewolf?"

"It's more complex than I am willing to explain." I sighed.

"Ok you can tell me whenever you are ready."

"Thanks I just don't like getting into my history."

"Why?"

Michael's POV
She was warming up to me. I wanted to know why she wouldn't explain what she was.

"P-people tend to leave me once I tell them. Especially people I care about." Her voice cracked.

She seemed broken and hurt. I wanted to just hold her. But I knew she would push me away.

"I will never leave or hurt you. I'm not exactly a saint myself." She chuckled.

We got to her house. I pulled up, and walked her to the door.

"I had fun Michael." She turned to me.

"I'm glad you did. Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Will you come to my house tomorrow?" I held my breath. I was so sure she'd say no.

"Yes I will what time?"

To say the least I was shocked. She had said yes. Maybe she was starting to feel the pull.

"Michael?"

"Oh um is noon ok?" I asked shyly.

"Yep I'll be there."

I gave her the address. When she turned to go I pulled her arm, and spun her around. I crashed my lips into hers. She froze but began to kiss back. She broke away.

"I-I gotta go." She kissed my cheek and went inside.

I turned to go, and shouted happily.

Emilie's POV
Wow I kissed him. It was like sparks flew everywhere. Kissing him felt so right. I closed the door, and heard him shout happily. I giggled to myself. Maybe I could tell him about Ryan? I don't know. My phone rang pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Hello?"

"Hello Emilie."

That voice I knew that voice so well it still held an old accent.

"Marcel." This could get ugly very fast.