My Love Life with a Vampire (boyxboy)

CHAPTER 30

(Sebastian's POV)

Me and my mom were in our car, driving away from our old life. I'd say mine has already ended but being a vampire means otherwise. Obviously since I had told the truth about me killing a certain someone, we have to leave.

I told my mom I had broken up with Oliver and that I told him I killed Callie. Her first thought was for us to move away, just like the last time something like this happened. Yet last time it was her fault, last time I hadn't met Oliver yet, back then there was no one I'd be willing to kill for.

I may be a vampire, but I'm still young, just 17. My mom had learned lots about humans growing up and for some reason decided her children should grow up like one, civilized and normal. Maybe I do have a lot of human traits, but I'm not fully human, I'll still always have vampire traits.

I'll always have a want for blood, I'll always be a murderer, I'll always be the son of vampires that tried to blend in but failed.

We're not only moving right now, we're on our way to meet with other Vampires, the ones my mom said would end up killing Oliver if I stayed with him any longer. I want to know what he's doing, I want him still. I made him cry a few days ago, yet I still have the nerve to want him with me.

I want to touch him, feel him, have him with me. Maybe if he was a vampire then we'd be able to be together. I guess that would be a solution, but I'd rather him die than live in this hell forever.

I don't want to meet with some other vampire freaks. What was I thinking? Dating Oliver, breaking up with him, involving him in this mess. My mom wanted me to live the life of a human, yet when I really tried to, the burdens of some other vampires came crawling at me. I knew this would happen, but it feels like I didn't.

I just went on and fell in love, I just couldn't resist. But, really, who am I without my better half? I want to see him, I want that at the very least. Who cares about some weird meeting, I'm only 17, I'm young.

We got to the weird meeting, it's not too far from the city, I could get a train back. We're sleeping here for the night, I'll sneak out. And that's exactly what I did.

Once I knew everyone was asleep, I was able to sneak out, made my way to the nearby train station, and got on the first train to the city. I made it there, got another train to the station near Oliver's house, and was soon there.

I've done this before, I've snuck into Oliver's house in the middle of the night before. But this time I don't care if he's awake or not, I just need to see him. And just like before, I snuck in, reaching his room.

And there he was. The boy I love, the boy I'll love forever. I stood in the corner of his room, not close to the bed where he was soundly asleep. I don't see Goober anywhere, he must not be in the room.

I love Oliver, so much. I can't stay away from him, no matter what, I come back. I broke up with him, and just came back to him. Would he do the same? I don't know, I don't want to know, I don't ever want him to have to.

I took a step towards him, not being able to resist him. He looks pale, maybe sick? Even while wrapped up in all of his blankets, he looks cold. I took another step forward, seeing him a bit more clearly. Oh.

There he lays, the love of my life, the boy I love, the person I'll come back to no matter what, the boy I fell in love with while not caring whatsoever about the consequences, dead. He's dead, that's why he looks cold.

I fell to my knees, my breathing getting heavy. He's dead. He's dead! I looked around frantically, searching for anything that could signify that this isn't real. On his night stand lay his glasses, a small note, and an empty bottle of pills.

I looked back at him, the dead boy I love. So he killed himself, because of me. I knew he'd be affected by our break up, but to this extent. He was crazy, crazy in love with me. Maybe in the end, I was really his only friend. Was that it?

I sighed, grabbed the small note on his night stand, and read it. Oliver was truly crazy, but I love him, I always will. Reading this note, I'm reminded of this. All it said, on this weird little orange sticky note, 'take care of Goober for me'.

I felt a tear fall from my eye, landing on the note, slightly smearing the pen ink. That's all he had to say? He killed himself, and all he could think of was his cat. What an idiot. He's an idiot, but I love him, dead or not.

END.