Michael, The Vampire

Awakened and Loss

"So you mean to tell me that, not only are vampires real, but werewolves, skinwalkers, witches, warlocks, and all sorts of supernatural creatures are real, too."

Jean nods silently at me, smiling at my understanding. I'm sitting in my chair supplied by the college, Jean is sitting in the chair they supplied for my roommate, or whoever would become my roommate now.

"And they all have members that attend school here? And you have some kind of council that oversees them all?"

Again, she nods.

"Bullshit."

Jean's smile fades into a frown.

"Explain what happened two days ago, Michael; when I fed off you."

My hand subconsciously touches my neck where she bit me. All the soreness had gone, but I could still feel her fangs piercing my skin. Her smile returns after I only gave her silence.

"But why me? I'm not anything special, just ask my parents."

I catch myself before revealing more of my personal life to Jean. I'm sure she doesn't want to hear a sob story. She frowns at me again and stands up from the chair she was occupying.

"Let's go eat."

"Oh, so vampires do eat?"

I get up from my chair as Jean rolls her eyes. She doesn't want me calling her princess, I don't know why though, but seeing how I was thirty seconds away from being snack food, I'm not going to push my luck.

"Smart idea, loser."

'Jesus Christ, don't you have anything better to do?'

"Nope, I'm stuck with you, remember?"

I internally groan at Crimson, my so-called wolf.

"Are you coming, Michael?"

Jean opens my door and exits, with me close behind. I close the door behind me as we make our way to the lobby of Jackson Hall. We almost made our way out the main door when I hear someone calling my name.

"Michael! You have a call, it's your mother!"

An easily recognizable groan escapes my lips as I turn to face Zeke, who's holding a phone. Dammit, I've been ignoring her calls for a reason. What the hell does that woman want? I angrily snatch the phone from Zeke's hand as he tries to smile at me. I put the phone to my ear and can tell something is amiss. Usually, there's background noise of children playing and yelling, my mom runs a day care at the house; she usually makes me help out. But there is nothing, silence; with the exception of my mom's unsteady breathing.

"Hello?"

"Michael... you should sit down first..."

Oh hell no, I've seen too many movies to know what's going to happen next, I wait a few moments to make her think I sat down.

"What?"

"It's Opa... you know he wasn't doing to good... Oma called from the hospital..."

My chest tightens. I quickly look around to see both Zeke and Jean staring at me, noticing my demeanor change. No, no, no, no... don't say it, please don't say it.

"He's gone, Michael... it was time for him to go... he couldn't hold on anymore..."

My heart. My heart is beating fast, then slow; hard, then not at all. My body shakes violently as I try to keep bottling my emotions. This isn't real, this can't be real; this ISN'T happening.

"I'm sorry, Michael... we don't have the resources to come get you for his funeral... we will send yo-"

The phone shatters to pieces as it hits the wall, now all eyes are on me as I let out an ear-piercing, resonating yell. My body continues to shake as it goes numb; I barely notice that I fell to my knees and Jean as now kneeling next to me, holding my arm and back. I don't care if everybody is staring, they can all go to Hell. My breathing is labored as I try to fill my lungs with enough air to let out one last scream.

"OPA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I unleash my cry with all my pain, my tears, my rage, my sorrow. Opa is, I mean was, my paternal grandfather. He was one hundred percent German, hence calling him Opa, the German word for grandfather. He was always smiling, every time I'd see him, my day would be so much better. It didn't matter what was happening at school or at home, when I was at Oma and Opa's house, I was happy. I lived for the days during the summer when I got to spend weekends with them, our favorite place was a hot dog food spot where the hot dogs were only a quarter each; Oma always got me four while they shared two. The most memorable part of the hot dog spot was a gumball machine they had that only cost a penny!

But those days became few and far between when the economy when down, and with them living in Wisconsin and us living in Minnesota, it got hard to visit them; it was still hard to visit when Opa was admitted to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester. Oma and Opa felt more like my real parents than anybody, Opa would tell the best jokes and even tease me by calling me "Fred" instead of Michael. When my brother got old enough, he called him Fred, too. But it was better when he called me Fred, funnier.

Now he's gone. Why? Why does he have to be gone? Why couldn't I say goodbye?

"Jean? maybe you should take him back to his room..."

"Yeah, open the door, Zeke..."

I feel Jena lift my arm over her head and forcing me to stand, escorting me through the safety door and into the room area of the Hall, wet tears freely falling from my eyes. Let them stare, I don't know them, and I don't care to know them.

"I'm sorry, Michael. I know how much he meant to you..."

'Just shut the Hell up and leave me alone for awhile, will you?'

I'm answered by silence, hopefully that means he's actually granting my request. I feel myself being guided onto my bed, the sheets being pulled up to cover me before a gentle hand touches my forehead.

"I'll bring you something to eat, Michael. I'm so sorry for your loss..."

I hear my door open, then close as I'm left alone.

Alone. Again. And now forever. No one is coming for me, no one ever will.

A/N: It's been a long time since I've updated this story, So I thought I'd give you an update. This chapter took a lot out of me, and took me to very dark places, which is why it took so long. the next chapter is in progress, but I can't give you an estimated time of completion. thanks for reading!