Tate and Violet- Forever Yours

Chapter 41- Michael

Michael 

I stare at the blank empty wall in front of me trying to control my thoughts as they whirl around my head. 

Travis is so mouthwateringly cute. I could sit next to him and kiss him all day. He is like a cute little bunny rabbit whereas I am the hunter but for some reason ,I can't help myself feeling extremely attracted to him. 

Call it what you will love, lust , desire. All I know  right now , the only sane thing swirling around this crazy mind of mine is that Travis and that cute little but of his will be mine. 

What has happened to me?

The prince of darkness should feel nothing towards others apart from hate and disgust. I am incapable of love,  then why does my heart beat a little faster when he is near. I must be growing crazy but he brings light to my dark existence.

NO MICHAEL LANGDON IS NOT IN LOVE! 

In the new world that I will sculpt with my own blood stained hands, there will be no room for compassion, hope, or love. Hate, Anger, self-loathing and violence will rule as blood paints the streets and the eternal darkness seeps into people's hearts pulling them into a void of emptiness. 

My lord and master had big plans for me, he trusts me and has given me an extremely difficult task to complete. I can and must not let him down for then I will truly experience  real pain. 

My mind casts itself to Travis' adorable smile and how he truly sucks at playing chess for you see chess is an extremely difficult game that requires you to plan your opponent's  possible moves and work to stop them. 

In high school, I was part of the chess club in which I learnt all I need to know about preparing and counteracting about others moves. It even comes in handy in real life, once you work out the code of how to people's work you can apply that allegory on anyone and use it to get exactly what you want. 

If only I could work out Travis. I haven't seemed to crack him yet. All I know if that he is a small newborn lamb that has somehow found his way into the slaughterhouse . 

On this thought, I turn around to see Travis standing nervously at my door.

"Pretty boy I see you're back for another round"

I don't know why but for some reason I am trying to push him and see how far it takes him before he snaps. I know or at least I think I know that he likes me. Actually ,scrap that I hope he likes me like that, know I just want to see  how far his feelings would stretch. 

"Don't call me that Michael"

He looked down at his feet and blushed when he said my name. That boy is honestly going to kill me one day. 

I walk up to him and I can feel his body that is only inches away from mine. 

"Sure thing what can I do for you...... pretty boy?"

I couldn't help myself by him saying he didn't like the nickname I gave him made me want to call him that even. He didn't even respond to the name the second time he just grabbed my large cold hand into his harm small one and began dragging me across the house,  

"You may have beaten me at chess but I will whoop your  ass in soccer"

I then noticed that we were standing outside in the garden and that there was an old leather soccer ball lying on the grass.  I couldn't help but smirk at the fact that he had come back to challenge me at something. 

"Oh and what do I get if I win this competition"

Travis looked at me for a moment as if he was thinking. 

"If I win then I get to ask a favour from you but if you win you get to ask a favour from me"

This looks as if it's going to be fun. 

(4 hours later)  

Poor sweet Travis stood no chance winning against me. I used to do lots of sports in my high school days and I joined in lots of extra curricular activities which I excelled  in. 

"So it looks like you won"

Travis sounded disappointed, but I knew that I now had unfair advantage over him. 

I pushed myself closer to him and looked him in the eyes pulling his chin up so he was no longer looking at his feet. I leant my head closer to his head and he was doing the same thing and before I knew it our lips brushed against each other. My whole body filled with a unfamillar warmth as I had my fist proper kiss. 

Soon we begin to run out of oxygen and I gently moved my lips away resting my forehead against his forehead, 

"Be my boyfriend" 

I asked my breath ragged and my voice shaky. 

"Anything for you Michael"

Travis wrapped his arms around my waist and we stayed like that for goodness knows how long. 

Could this actually be love that I am experiencing right now?

Who would have thought it Michael Langdon the prince of darkness in love?