Must Be 18 Or Over To Enter//Golden Boy

The End

I stepped off the airplane and felt anxiety rise up in my stomach. Oliver stood waiting for me by the gate. I ran over and all but melted in his arms. "Kylie," He kissed the top of my head as he hugged me so tight he could have broken my ribs. I wouldn't have minded. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too." I whispered. I looked up at him. Knowing all I had to say would change our relationship, change everything, forever. "Can we just go home?" I felt the tears about to come." He nodded.

"What's wrong? You didn't have fun?" He asked as we got into his car and started home.

"No I did, I did." I kept my attention focused on my mind, and waiting for his little pinprick of doubt to form physically. He knew something was wrong, and it was only a matter of time before he figured it out himself. I wanted to tell him before that time. The second we were parked in our driveway I was out of the car and inside with my bag. I ran upstairs and dropped my suitcase in my room. Brusnop stood at attention at all the noise Iwas making. I laughed slightly as he began to wag his tail excitedly. I patted his head and took a deep breath. I put my hand to my neck, tracing the hairline scare across my throat.

"Hey," Oliver said softly, leaning against the doorframe. I dropped my hand and turned to face him. "Now I know something is wrong, because you aren't even cuddling your dog, nevermind me." I laughed slightly and he smiled.

"We- I need to tell you something."

"What's up? He sat on the edge of my bed. I crawled onto it and held a pillow tightly.

"Promise you'll let me explain?" He nodded hesitantly. "I got in a fight with Melissa." He sighed deeply.

"I told-"

"No I'm not done. She um-" I felt a lump forming in my throat. "She won. She slit my throat."

"What?" I looked down at the blanket between us.

"I was going to die..." Oliver looked at me, in realization of what I was about to day.

"No," He muttered. When I looked up at him he was already tearing up. My heart broke.

"Denis changed me." I burst into tears. I couldn't look at him.

"Oh god," He breathed. "No tell me you're joking." I shook my head no as I sobbed. "Kylie I'm not fucking around!" Oliver screamed as he stood off my bed. I cried harder.

"I'm not fucking joking." I'm a vampire. No. I never wanted this. Oliver walked out of the room and returned seconds later, wrapping his arms around me, holding me tightly from behind.

"I'm so sorry," He whispered as he kissed my shoulder. I could tell he was still freaking out himself. "I never wanted this for you." I turned back and sobbed into his chest.

"I know." I choked. "I can't- I can't do this."

"Yes you can. It's okay baby," His words were soothing but I was too upset for anything to stop the tears from soaking his shirt.

"No, I'm not strong enough. I can't do this, Oliver. I can't." I sat up and wiped my eyes. The blood pumping throat my veins felt like lava.

"No, you can do it. You have to. I know it hurts. Oh my god." Oliver sighed. "I know it hurts baby but you have to push through it okay? You have to." I felt like everything in my body was about to fall apart at the seems. It felt like I was on fire. "You need blood, okay? You need to do this." I shook my head no. "Yes, Kylie." He grabbed my face, forcing me to look up at him. "Kylie you need to do this okay. You have to."

"No!" I screamed through my tears. "No I won't. I won't and I can't."

"Stay here. I'm coming right back." As soon as he got up and I heard him walk down the stairs, I went into his room and locked the door. I opened the closet door and looked around, unsure of where to look for the very thing I'd wanted since I woke up without a pulse - without a heart beat. An end. I opened each drawer and found nothing but pictures. A small photograph of us from the first shoot we did together. I picked it up and held it tightly as I closed the drawer. I rummaged through Oliver's clothes, unsatisfied with my search until I found a small black case, hidden under seemingly everything he owned. "Kylie?" I heard his voice. I unlocked the case with the code he had told me when I moved in, and discovered my prize. A gun. "Kylie," He tried the door, and I was thankful I remembered to lock it. I took the small black pistol from its former home and carried it into the bathroom with me. I locked that door too. I looked in the mirror as I gripped the sink. The last time I'll ever see myself again. I looked sick. I looked disgusting. Pale, sunken in eyes. Pasty skin. I took the photograph and stared at it as I sunk to the floor, leaning against the tub. "Kylie!" I heard Oliver breath through his bedroom door. "Oh g- no Kylie. Don't do this. Open the door right now." He looked so happy in the picture, you could see the love in his eyes. I loaded the gun, and placed the end of the barrel straight at my temple. I wanted it to be the last thing I saw. "Kylie please." Oliver begged. "Please."

"I love you." I whispered. I pulled the trigger.

I woke up to Oliver sitting over me, his cheeks stained with tears. "I don't believe it." He whispered. "Immortal."