Beast Within*Kellic*

Chapter Twenty Six

Vic POV

It's been a whole week since I've seen Kellin at the hospital. He's been released since then, but he's under strict orders to not leave bed for a few weeks.

God, this is all my fault.

Why did I have to get him involved in my life? If I had left him alone, he wouldn't be hurt right now. He wouldn't be struggling to suppress memories of almost dying, of those horrible Demons.

It was all because I couldn't keep my feelings to myself.

No wonder he didn't want to get back together with me.

I stared at my ceiling, drinking in the silence and solitude that I deserved.

I hadn't left my room for a few days. I couldn't live with myself, not while knowing what I'd done. I actually needed to hunt soon, but first I needed the actual motivation to get the hell up.

I wonder if I stayed locked up long enough if I would die of starvation.

I contemplated the thought before shaking it away. My family would probably force feed me if it got to that point. They wouldn't let me die.

Sometimes I think that they should.

There a knock at the door and I sighed. "Come in."

Mike peeked in and sighed when he saw me. I must've looked a mess, having laid in bed for three days straight.

"Hey," I said, sitting up. He came in and closed the door, sitting next to me.

"Hey," he answered. It was quiet after that before he sighed again. "Okay, listen. Kellin wants to see you."

I sat up straighter. "What?"

"Kellin wants to see you," he repeated slowly. "He called and said that he tried to reach you, but you didn't answer."

"Phone's dead," I said absently. "He wants to see me? Why?"

He raised a brow and I bit my lip. "You and I both know why he wants to see you."

I closed my eyes, putting my face in my hands. "Oh God. I don't know if I can do this. Why did I fall in love?"

"You can't choose who you love, Vic," Mike said. "Your demented heart just wanted to make your life harder."

I cracked a smile and punched his shoulder. He grinned and punched me back, darting to the door before I could get him back.

"Go see him or I'll drag you there myself."

With those words, he parted.

I sighed, shaking my head. I stood up, ready to go, but first decided that I needed to look presentable. I stripped myself of my clothes before jumping in the shower, washing my hair quickly.

I was eager to see Kellin, though I didn't know if the news was going to be bad or good. I was hoping that it was good. I mean, if it was bad, wouldn't he just leave me alone? If he really wanted to leave me, I think he would be scared to tell me. Not that I would do anything to him.

I couldn't really wait to get to his house, so I couldn't exactly wait for my hair to dry and then straighten it. I didn't really like my curly hair, but it would have to do.

I rushed out of the house without a word to anyone, ready to face what lie in front of me.

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I knocked on Kellin's door lightly, half praying that he didn't hear it. But of course, my prayers haven't exactly been getting answered lately.

"Come in."

I took a deep breath and opened the door slowly, peeking in. I could hear the faint beat of Kellin's heart, could hear the slight speed up of it when he acknowledged me. But I chose to ignore it.

"Hey," I whispered, stepping in fully and closing the door. He looked a mess, with two casts on. But to me, with his hair tousled, his eyes bright and big, he was beautiful.

"Hi," he said, sounding nervous. I sat in the chair next to his bed, biting my lip as I looked at him.

"Mike said you wanted to talk to me?" I squeaked.

He nodded, his heart rate slowing a bit. "Yeah. I do."

It was silent and I was growing anxious. "Have you decided? I completely understand if you don't want me, and I won't pressure you, and I won't hate you or anything, and I won't-"

"Vic," he said, smiling a little. "Calm down. Slow down. It's okay."

I took another deep breath and nodded. "Please tell me what you want, Kells. I can't handle this anymore," I pleaded in a whisper, feeling tears grow in my eyes. "I need you, but I'll do whatever you want me to. Even if that means leaving you alone. I'll do it."

He reached up and touched my face with the hand that wasn't in a cast. His expression was soft, hesitant.

"Vic, I....I want you. I need you. I can't be without you. Those weeks when we were apart...I couldn't handle it. I'm sounding really dramatic, but it's the truth. I need you."

I let out a gust of air that I didn't know I was holding inside of my lungs. Before I could stop myself, I started sobbing in relief.

I buried my face in my hands, taking deep breaths, but the tears wouldn't stop. I felt ridiculous for crying, but I couldn't help it.

"Hey," Kellin said softly. "C'mere."

I kneeled next to his bed-which was low to the ground, thankfully-and buried my face in his chest. I clung to his shirt, mumbling apologies into it. He hummed, his hand resting on the back of my head. He ran his fingers through my hair soothingly, humming softly to calm me down.

It worked, and I soon stopped crying. By I didn't stop apologizing, and I didn't stop feeling thankful and lucky.

"Are you okay now?"he asked quietly. I nodded, not lifting my face from his chest. I was just thankful to be able to feel him again, to touch him. "Look at me."

I lifted my head, staring into his eyes. He frowned slightly, stroking my cheek.

"You need to feed."

"I'm fine," I whispered. "I don't want to be anywhere but right here, in this moment, right now, with you."

He smiled, running his fingers through my hair again. It was slightly damp, and curling at the ends. "I love your hair like this," he stated softly, twirling it.

"I love you," I answered. His eyes flickered to mine and a warm smile spread across his face.

"I love you too. Now come here and kiss me."

For the first time in a while, I smiled. I stood up and leaned over him so I could reach his lips. "Thank you," I whispered before pressing my lips gently onto his.

His answer came in the form of a loving kiss.

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A/N ayyy lmao
sorry