Immortals

Five

Michael
*1 month later*
I'm being forced to practice every day for hours, sometimes my dad finds a dead person that still has blood in them for me to use and drink from. Disgusting I know, but again; I'm being forced. My dad and Luke watched as I practiced, I started feeling a little dizzy and I thought it was just from lack of blood but I realized I just drank some. "Michael, you alright?" Dad asked as I stopped, my breathing got heavy and my vision spun. "N-no." I panted and I started to sway on my feet,  then I fell back into someone's arms. I couldn't open my eyes, "Michael! Michael c'mon!" I heard Luke shout as he shook my limp body.

Calum
I sat on a rock in front of a small lake pool, watching the sun sparkle in little waves that the breeze created. Dad was making me fight in the war against the vampires, I didn't want to because I knew Michael would be in it too, speaking of Michael; I haven't heard from him in awhile. "Calum!" I heard Luke shout and I looked up, seeing him running towards me. "What's wrong?" I asked as I stood up, "Michael's sick, like really sick." He explained. "Where is he?" I asked, "Palace, medical room." Luke stated. "I can't go in there! I'll be killed!" I exclaimed, now worried because I couldn't see my boyfriend at his worst state. "Michael knew that so..." Luke smiled and pulled out sunglasses, putting them on my face and then taping something to my wrist. "What's this gonna do?" I scofffed, "This is a blood pouch, you'll say you're a fallen angel and then they'll ask for some blood, so you give them your wrist to bite." He smiled. "Keep the glasses on because you can't change your eyes to black." I nodded and walked with Luke to the palace. Luke knocked on the doors and the creaked open, a tall man stood in the soorway. He was pale as a ghost, he had black hair and blood red eyes, he also wore a suit. "Hello Luke, who is this?" He asked in his deep voice,  "This is Daniel." He lied. "What are you young man?" He asksd, "I'm a fallen angel sir." I lied and he put his hand out, I put my wrist there and he bit the pouch, tasting the blood. "Well, Daniel. What brings you here?" He asked. "Came to see Michael." I stated and he moved to the side, letting me and Luke walk in.
"Follow me." Luke smiled and took me to the medical room, "No! It hurts!" I heard Michael's wails from down the hall. "OW! OW! MAKE IT STOP!" He shouted and I blinked back tears, hearing Michael's pain filled sobs broke my heart. Luke stopped infront of a black door and knocked, a pale teenage girl in black jeans and a Iron Maiden crop top stood in the doorway. "Hey Luke. Hi Daniel." She shucked the last part, her British accent thick. "Hey Paige, can we see Michael?" Luke smiled,  she glanced behind her and then back at us. A pained groan echoed the corridors, "Let them in for fuck sakes!" Michael hoarsley groaned followed by coughs.
Luke walked in first and I was behind him, Michael was laying on his side and hugging his tummy, his eyes screwed shut, he was extremely pale, like 10 times paler than usual, and I'm 100% sure he had a high fever with the sweat on his forehead. "What happened to you?" Luke asked and Michael groaned in response, "No one knows." Paige shrugged and I sat on the bed, placing my warm hand on Michael's surprisingly cold skin. "Mikey, let me see your beautiful face." I smiled and he slowly rolled over, he opened his eyes and his face lit up when he saw it was me. He took the sunglasses off my face and stared into my eyes, a wide smile on his face. Paige and Luke left the room and I kissed Michael's forehead, "I don't wanna fight Cally." He whimpered and coughed gently into his hand. "I don't either Michael. But, we have to." I sighed and pulled him into my chest, "I'm not gonna hurt you." Michael croaked and traced circles on my bare arm. "I won't either." I grinned, "Promise?" He sniffled. "Promise." I grinned and held his cold hand.

Michael
"Hey Mikey, when did you feel sick?" Calum asked as he laid a cool rag on my forehead to lower my fever of 104.3, "When I was practicing this morning." I coughed and my tummy leaped but nothing threatened to come up. "Did you drink anything while practicing or before?" He asked, "I drank some blood from a corpse that my dad found, why?" I sniffled and Calum sat me up, "Bite me." He stated and my eyes widened. "What?! No!" I hoarsley exclaimed, "Michael, my blood makes you get sick right?" He asked and I nodded, "I know why you're so sick, there's something in there." He stated and poked my sour stomach,  "That needs to get out." "But...I don't wanna hurt you." I frowned. "I'll be fine, just a little to make your stomach convulse." He smiled and I sighed, knowing I wouldn't win this argument. "Okay, be ready." I frowned and put my hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer and pricking his neck with my fangs, he winced and I frowned more as I started to drink a little of his thick blood. It was like cream, sweet and thick. It only took about an ounce for my tummy muscles to clench and I quickly pulled away from his neck, he put a bucket under my chin and I grabbed it, puking my guts out. I continued vomiting and gagging into the waist bin, it finally stopped after an hour and I set the bucket down. I saw Calum had a white bandage on his neck and a wide smile on his face, I noticed the sickness in the bucket was a bright blue color. What? I've never eaten something blue like that before. "I know now why you're so ill." He began and ran and hand through my sweat drenched hair, "You were poisoned, the blood you drank was poisoned before hand." My eyes widened in shock and then my shocked expression was soon replaced with a grimace as my belly began churning slowly, "It still hurts." I whimpered as I began crying from the pain. Calum cradled me in his lap and rocked me back and forth, "Why would someone poison me?" I asked. "They don't want you in the war I guess." Calum shrugged and wiped tears away from my cheeks, "You'll never hurt me right?" I asked. "Never." He smiled and pecked my lips.