There she is.
Standing under the fluorescent hallway lights, surrounded by adoring friends. A perfectly vulnerable angel. Her smile and laugh causes a warmth to spread through his cold body, a feeling he does not experience often nowadays. He could easily snatch her up, take her away and make her his own. He knows he's not strong enough to resist her, though.
The instant his fingers would graze her pale skin, all hell would break loose.
That's the truth, and it kills him. His hooded eyes adjust to hers every time he realizes she is standing before him, and each time he is fueled with an all to familiar thirst. Her scent, and overall existence, is overwhelming to him, spiking his senses in ways they never had been the many years before she came to be.
All it would take is a certain sweet word to fall from her intensely desirable lips, an accidental brush of their arms, the over stimulation of her heart, for him to cave to the emptiness inside of him.
He skips the classes they have together because the mere thought of her arouses his ravenous and relentless appetite. He tries everything not to notice when lovers, that come and go, place chaste kisses on her neck as he desperately bites his lower lip between his pointed teeth in attempt to take away the constant crave for her that tugs at him.
The last thing he wants is to hurt her.
He remains a tortured soul. Battling constantly between lust and hunger, her safety and his pleasure. He knows it's dangerous, being so in love with someone so temporary. Being so in love with someone so breakable and naive. No matter how many times he tells himself and how many times he's told by others of his kind, he can't stay away.
And that's why he finds himself here, standing in the dark of her room, uninvited and unobserved.
His hours of the night are the only time he can really see and enjoy her. Her body is chilled and heartbeat slow, and although his thirst has notably intensified, this is the only time he can truly ignore it. He filled his stomach moments before arriving just to avoid any sudden cravings.
The black shadows cast on the wall of her room where he leans becomes a second home to him. The moonlight shines directly on her bed, illuminating the gentle rise and fall of her chest, which he could, and does, watch for hours.
Suddenly, she stirs. He doesn't panic, she shifts often in her sleep and he quite enjoys being able to view a new side of her body.
But this time it was different. This time, her eyes flutter open.
He doesn't move. Her pupils adjust to the darkness and to his ghostly white figure, as it stands out dramatically. He finds himself unable to speak and just steps out of the shadow into the small stream of light from the window.
"Michael..... What are you doing here?"
He swallows thickly before resting gingerly on the edge of her bed. She is sitting upright with her hair disheveled and eyes tired, but she's still managing to look like a goddess to him.
"I was sort of watching you sleep. Is that weird?"
He states as honestly as possible, meeting her sleepy gaze in the hopes she wouldn't think so.
"No. I think it's relaxing, watching people sleep. How'd you get in here though?"
He is surprised at her acceptance of his presence, and he tries to respond as she scoots closer to him.
His body freezes at the sudden closeness, causing him to notice the unblemished skin of her collarbone and neck. His answer is lost in her eyes and scent that wash over him, drowning him. She doesn't seem to notice the lack of words.
She lays her hand on his knee shyly and he digs his teeth into his lower lip, trying to subside the swelling temptation inside of him.
He doesn't know she is filled with the same longing, having loved him for so long and keeping it bottled. She has hidden her emotions for what seem like forever and can't help herself when she slides her hands around the nape of his neck, lacing them together and fumbling with the soft blonde strands there.
He is tense and terrified that any sudden movement could end in her bloodied body thrown limply to the ground, a horrifying image he's painted countless times in his mind.
Before he can resist, she is too dazed by him, not thinking as she closes the gap between their lips. The moment he feels the pressure, his thoughts scream for release. They soon become swallowed in the realness of it all, fully accepting the kiss and even deepening it. Lust overpowers hunger for the first time and all he can comprehend is the taste of her strawberry lips as they move effortlessly against his. His empty chest burns with desire and his cold hands find her waist, propping her onto his lap as they become more and more lost in each other. Her fingers roughly trace every inch of his unkept hair, rousing a muffled noise to escape him. His freshly swollen lips travel from her own down her jaw and linger on her collarbone, on their way to her neck.
His kissing becomes a harsh sucking. Until he feels the heat of her blood rise to the surface.
Her blood pulses beneath his tongue and suddenly he can't help but hover over her with his teeth grazing her skin. The idea of the warm red liquid rushing into his mouth drives him insane and almost to the point of routinely sinking his pointed teeth deep inside of her veins.
She inhales sharply, pulling him out of his dangerous trance. He jolts away from her throat, frantically searching her eyes for any sign of pain. She stares at him curiously.
"What? What's wrong, Mikey?"
He pushes her off of him, somewhat reluctantly, and moves to the other side of her bedroom. His body leaves the bed to perch on the window sill much faster than her eyes can follow. She stands up and cautiously walks to him, her expression blank and unnerved. Her small hand reaches for his, desperate for his affection again, but he recoils, cowering from her in fear of his own reaction.
"Why are you so scared?"
"I'm not scared, you should be."
His voice is serious and it sends chills down her spine, almost as much as his lingering touch does. She can still feel the ghost of his lips on hers and she wants it back. He lowers himself onto her roof, intending to walk away from her before he does any damage.
She calls to him in a last hopefully attempt that stops him in his tracks.
"Don't leave. I love you."
He faces her once again, the moon catching her flawless features and the new mark he left on her skin evident to his drifting sight. He is close to her again before she can blink, his breaths hitting her flushed cheeks as he whispers softly.
"No, I love you, princess. You don't love me."
He pauses and his green eyes become glassy with emotion. She wants to badly to kiss his pink mouth again in reassurance, but all she can do is stare at his almost incomprehensible perfection, wondering to herself how someone like him could ever feel that way about her.
"In real life, the beauty never loves the beast."
And with that, he disappears, resulting in her becoming a confused and saddened mess of a girl so desperately in love with a monster.
Little did he know he caused her more pain than anything else he might've done to her by leaving her alone that night, without explanation.
After all, being broken inside is much worse than being dead.
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a/n: i worked so hard on this bc vampire au is my favorite thing ever pls like and comment on this oml
~ab
