Seemingly back from the dead, Micah is set with a new strand of challenges. Only this one could hurt the people he cares the most about should he make a mistake.
Join Micah as he try's to go back to his ordinary life while trying to stay hidden fro...
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Walking through the Cullen household, Micah couldn't shake off the feeling that somebody was watching him. It was unsettling and made the hair on the back of his neck stand up on end. Shaking his head, the young brunette tried his hardest to ignore it.
Normally his heart would have been hammering in his chest with panic but not this time. While the house was empty, Micah technically wasn't alone. Demetri and Felix were stationed outside of the house while the Kings, Charlie, Jane and Alec went back to the Swan residence.
After a few hours of laying on the large bed in Carlisle's room, the young brunette had convinced them to go out and feed. Judging by the dark bags and black eyes, it had been a while.
At first, they were reluctant to let him out of their sight but after being reminded about the Guards, they left. However, they made sure not to venture too far from the house just on the off chance something was to happen. They were not going to have a repeat of past events.
Walking down the staircase, Micah took two steps at a time before he grabbed ahold of the railing and jumped the last four, his feet hitting the ground with a thump. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he left the hall and began making his way toward the kitchen.
The young brunette had been sitting in the bed, reading a book while the tv played in the background when he finally took note of how dry his mouth was. After placing the bookmark between the pages, he left the room.
Heading into the pitch black kitchen, he patted his hand against the wall until he found the switch. With a click, the room was encased in a bright light. Squinting his eyes, he blinked rapidly until he could see again.
Smothering a yawn behind his hand, Micah opened one of the cupboards and pulled out a pint glass. With his fingers curled around it, he closed the wooden door and began to make his way toward the sink.
"Why are you doing this to them?"
Letting out a loud scream in fright, Micah dropped the glass and jumped back as it shattered across the floor. Within seconds, Demetri and Felix were by his side, glaring at the blonde who sat, hidden away in the corner of the room.
Grabbing him by the hips, Felix quickly placed Micah on the counter before he set about cleaning up all of the broken glass. He did not want to deal with infuriated Kings or Mates for that matter should he get hurt under their care.
While the dauntingly tall Guard was disposing of the dangerous material, Demetri was standing in front of the young man with his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face. "What are you doing here, Cullen?" He spat before Micah could get a word in.
"It's my house," Rosalie growled, "I can be here for as long as I want." With her chin raised to the Guard, she turned her attention to the man sitting behind him. "I asked you a question," she spat.
Her mind was too clouded in anger to see the truth. To her, Micah had done this deliberately as a form of punishment for when his Mates had left him in the woods. What they had done to him was nothing compared to what he had done to them.
They left to keep him safe and in return, he pretended to be dead for three weeks. It was sick and seeing her family so distraught filled her with an intangible amount of rage.
"Rosalie," Micah sighed with a small shake of his head. Hopping down from the counter, he stood in front of Demetri despite the Vampires protests. "I haven't done anything that was of my own free will."
"Don't Lie To Me!" Rosalie snarled. Her chair clattered to the floor as she shot up. "You pretended to be dead! How could you do such a thing to them! Don't you see how much they love you!? I thought that you were different but you're just like the rest of your kind. You don't care who you hurt so long as you get what you want."
Feeling his brow twitch in anger, Micah pushed off Felix's hand and moved out from behind him. When the blonde had shot forward, the two Guards had quickly placed the brunette behind them.
"Excuse me?" Micah scoffed, "How dare you stand there and accuse me of doing this deliberately. I did not tell my sister to stab me repeatedly and then leave me to bleed out in the streets where I was cold, alone and scared just to get back at My Mates."
Tears of anger streamed down his face as he glared at the blonde. He had once thought that they had become really good friends and had hoped that there was a chance they could become that again. But not anymore. He was done giving her chances.
"I'll accuse you of doing it because that's exactly what you did! How else would you be standing here, alive and without a scratch!?" Rosalie snarled, taking another step closer. "And now you just waltz in here, all charm and smiles, pretending that you didn't do anything wrong! That might work on them but it certainly won't on me."
"I have no idea how I managed to survive! Okay! One minute I'm bleeding out in the street and the next, I'm waking up in my bed with Eric telling me that it's been three weeks! You can stand there and believe what you want to believe but I'm at telling you for the last time. I Didn't Do This On Purpose!"
Hearing the storm raging outside, Micah took a deep breath. He had started to notice that whenever his emotions changed, so did the weather. He could be wrong but he didn't want to risk it and lose control. Eric had warned him that he would have powers. Each one did but they were never the same.
Rosalie let out a loud scoff. His words had gone in one ear and fluttered out the other. She was too stuck with her own decision to see that he was telling her nothing but the truth. She just refused to accept anything that tumbled out of his traitorous lips.
Shaking his head, Micah licked his chapped lips. With a small sigh, he decided that he'd had enough and was going to sit in Carlisle's room and wait for his Mates to get back. "I'm heading back upstairs," he told the Guards who both nodded their heads.
Padding out of the kitchen, he walked through the hall and past the living room. As he was walking, Demetri and Felix took their eyes off him for a second but that was all that she needed.
A blood curdling scream ripped out of Micah's throat as he fell to the floor. Rosalie was quickly thrown off of him. While the brunette clutched his pulsing throat, Demetri and Felix ripped her arms and head from her body.
Micah had never felt a pain like it as the venom coursed through his veins. His body shook, giving off the resemblance of a seizure while whimpers and grunts of pain tumbled from his lips.
Suddenly the door was ripped from its hinges as the Male Cullens barged into the room. Carlisle was the first one to crouch by his Mate, pressing his hands into his open wound. "Micah, Micah, look at me," he ordered. Cold hands were gripping his hands, arms and legs.
Forcing open his mahogany orbs, he saw a pair of golden hues staring down at him. "Can't we suck the Venom out?" Edward asked in a frenzy of panic but Carlisle shook his head sombrely, a small trace of blood around his lips.
