Faith.

Chapter 11

My mind is fuzzy, the last remnants of a dream being chased away by the realisation that I am awake again. the details of the dream fading fast even as I try to recall them. With a mental sigh I allow my brain to focus and cautiously open one eye. 

Reality slowly becoming apparent to me again, I looked upon Mikes relaxed face fast asleep only a few inches away from my own. As I lifted my hand I realized that out hands were still locked together. I slowly turned my hand to view his as he stirred in his sleep. Careful not to wake him a once again rested our hands on the soft duvet. 

"Morning." Mike croaked next to me slightly startling me. 

I nervously bit my lip and gazed up at him through my eyelashes. 

"Morning." I whispered as our eyes met.

Something in his expression changed and he slowly weaved his arms around my waist once again pulling me closer to him. 

"Don't do that." He whispered his breath caressing my cheek.

"Do what." I replied breathlessly.

"Making my heart actually skip faster, I haven't felt that since I was actually, alive..." He trailed off.

My mouth gaped open my eyes searching his for the most appropriate way to reply but all I could come up with was just to grab his face without warning and firmly pressing my lips against his. 

"I don't even know you, but fuck it." I muttered.

Before I could act on my newly awoken feelings a loud bang echoed on our rooms door.

"Rise and shine princess." Tyler exclaimed as he swung the door open. 

Like a startled cat I jumped back smacking the back of my head against the heavy bed frame and proceeding to tumble out of the bed in a heap of blankets and pillows.

The hairs on my arms stood up charged full of electricity as I vocalised my pain with a tedious groan.

As I peered up I'll never forget the complete look of agony on Tylers face. 

I let my head fall back on the soft carpet in an effort to hide my face.

"Yeah... um, the mayor wants us all ready in five, an escort is waiting for us." Tylers voice cracked as he firmly shut the door behind himself. 

"Rose?" Mike called out to me. 

I opened one of my eyes and scrunched up my nose. "Hmm?" I murmured. 

"I know this is't your favourite thing ever but-" Mike dangled a packet filled with a red liquid in front of me. "-You need to, errr, fill up." 

I slowly sat up as Mike handed me the liquid. "Its okay." He muttered with an encouraging smile.

As I slowly punctured the plastic with my teeth an odd thought accursed to me. 

"You know I've literally killed you before-" I took another sip. "-Yet you still kiss me, is that some sort of a fetish?" I raised my eyebrow as I took another sip.

Mike erupted with laughter as he outstretched his arm out to my face and gently wiped the corner of my mouth. 

"Maybe I do." He viewed the droplet of blood on his finger before licking it off. 

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Our escort turned out to be the tiniest woman that I've ever seen dressed in a long flowing skirt and a seemingly out of place sweater with a Santa Claus on the front. She led us down the complex series of corridors. Soon enough the scenery changed once more. The walls turned from plain white to beige and the cool floor turned into a dark mahogany shade. The walls were decorated with a series of paintings depicting peaceful nature scenes and above our heads hung large crystal chandeliers.