Tainted Love ~Muke Clemmings~

Chapter 10

King Michael went back into my room the next day.

"I'm sorry." He had said to me.

I simply rolled my eyes and ignored him. I wanted to die in that moment, and he wanted to do me the favour of killing me. Again, in that moment.

He didn't want to kill me, or so he said he did not.

He left my room, though. He did not want to make me more mad at him than I already was. Him strangling me was unexpected, but I am glad he did it. In a sense.

That was a few days ago, though.

I am now sitting here, in the room with barred windows. The door locked, and I can occasionally hear some people, or vampires, talking outside of the door. I was being guarded. I haven't found a way to escape, not without killing myself in the process.

I hear a knock at the door, but I was far too busy watching the sun go down to consciously respond to it. I have been by the window for hours. I did not have much to do, so I took showers, drank water, slept, and sat by the window. I haven't eaten, and to be honest, I was starving. But I was used to the feeling of an empty stomach.

I hear the door open and I respond quickly. "Leave us alone now, Calum, Ashton." He orders, staring at them. I couldn't see them, but I know they left. Nobody would defy King Michael's orders.

Well, nobody but me.

I wasn't too intelligent. I was never quite smart enough, never quite brave enough. I was kind of... the disappointment of my family.

The girls wouldn't go out into the riots, the males wouldn't let them. Sexism at its best. But I'd prefer for us males to go out over females. I thought females had more to offer the world.

But I would never go out and participate in the riots. My dad was always disappointed.

Then he died.

Well, I assume that he has died. He never came home. I was captured, though, so I would not know.

I guess he died knowing that he had a disappointment for son.

"Luke." King Michael says quietly.

I don't respond.

"I brought you a sandwich, ham and cheese." He tells me.

I don't respond.

"When are you going to talk to me? You know damn well that I do not know how to control my anger, even after all this time. I never really had to, people bowed to me like it was the last thing they would ever do. Excuse me for not knowing how to deal with this, Luke." He sarcastically snaps at me.

I turn around to look at him. I say, "Maybe it is because it would be the last thing they ever did..." I think about that sentence for a moment, wondering how I could have rephrased it.

"Well, I mean, you know, like... You'd kill them. It... You know..." I try to explain, sighing afterwards.

I sometimes did that.

I would say something, not like how it sounded, then try to explain myself and make it somewhat worse.

"Possibly, but I haven't killed you yet." He responds, ignoring my awkwardness.

"You almost did. I am not sure why you haven't. Tell me Michael, why haven't you?" I dared to use his name, with no title. No respect. We were equals in this moment. At least, I hoped we were.

He glares at me for a moment before saying, "I have told you this before. I like you, Luke. I like the free thinking you have, the free will you possess. Sure, it angers me, but I haven't seen that kind of thinking from a human for a while. I missed it, sort of."

"Just kill me." I sigh in annoyance, not wanting to hear about it.

"If you wanted me to, you would not have struggled when I made that mistake." He snaps.

He was getting angry. That was never necessarily good.

I didn't want to die, I wanted to be free. I wish I knew what happened after death, I wish I had that blind faith humans had all those years ago; believing a God and a Heaven. "A mistake?" I ask sarcastically.

"Yes, but how would you understand? You are so perfect." He spat, his eyes getting darker.

I need to get off this road.

"What do you want from me Michael? You keep me in this room, don't trust me, and get violent when things do not go your way. Tell me, what do you want?" I ask him, trying to calm him down.

"You know what I want. I want for you to act inferior to me, because that is what you are. You are nothing but common filth, a disposable pest." He tells me, and then turns and leaves the room once again.

I sigh, knowing he did not mean it. Most people would say this in denial, but I know in a day or two he will once again come back and apologise for the things he did wrong, or the things that he said. I have learned to not take it very personally.