𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 • 𝐌𝐉 ✓

𝐈𝐗

Michael's POV

I sigh, walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge. I move and lay down on my back, I stare at the ceiling, at the ripped sheets; the sheets were almost fully ripped, I look back at the ceiling.

"Julie,"

I look at her again but she spoke before I did, "I'm going to sleep, Michael. So please, shut up." She says, not turning over to face me.

"Seriously? We're gonna argue about sex again?" I say, sitting up and crossing my arms.

"Again?" She turns over, "What do you mean 'again'? You haven't even seen me for a year and you're trying to start an argument."

"I'm not trying to start an argument; in the past, we've been having most arguments about sex and how you say I'm using you," she rolls her eyes and rolls back over to not face me, "I'm not using you, Julie. You are my girlfriend; I was- I didn't-"

She turns over, "You didn't what? You didn't what? Michael, this is stupid; you're stupid." She mumbled the last part. I get up from the bed and grab the bottle, "I'm sleeping in the basement for the night." I walk to the bedroom door, opening it and closing it after myself; I walk downstairs and into the basement after putting my open drink in the fridge, all I need is True Blood.

And all of that is down in the basement, my room for the sun. I slam the basement door close and walk to the fridge; opening it, grabbing a 'beer', and sitting on my bed. I take a swig, swallowing after; I lay down on the bed, after taking another swig.

*What would Spike say if he was here now?*

I let my thoughts roam as I sit up and take a swig, *Why were we talking about sex?*

I take another swig, *Another sex argument?*

I sit up on the bed and take a drink, *Why is she saying that I don't love when I clearly do?*

I take the last sip and drop the bottle next to my bed; I get up, walk to the fridge, and open the door, grabbing another 'beer'. I open the bottle, this time chugging the whole thing 'til it was empty; I look around, blinking rapidly. My vision was starting to go blurry, I shake my head and grab one more drink; I toss the other down and open the bottle in my hands, I start walking over to my bed but I fall on my knees and suddenly start crying.

*Doesn't Julie love me?*

I heard the door open, "Michael," I heard Julie say; I yell and break the bottle on the floor, "Michael?" I heard her footsteps as she spoke, "what are you doing?" I pick up glass in my hands, "I am so," I burp, "drunk."

"Michael, what are you talking about?"

I stand up and turn my body to face her, "Just shut up; you keep calling me, 'Michael'. And 'Michael this' or 'Michael that'. Stop calling me by my name."

"Michael, you've been crying."

I put my hands on my hips, smearing blood on my pants, "What the fuck did I just say?"

She puts her hand on my chest, "Michael, you're drunk."

I pull away and go to the fridge, grabbing another 'beer', "No shit, Sherlock."

I open the bottle and take a swig, "I feel so good when I drink this, it makes me happy."

"And I don't?"

She crosses her arms, "Yeah, sometimes."

"S-Sometimes?"

"I'm fucking drunk! You can believe me or not; I'm going hate this when I wake up."

I take another swig and spit on her nice clean shirt, she gasps in disgust, "Look at your face, you hate me for ruining your nice shirt." I laugh.

She walks up to me and raises her hand then brings it across my face, hitting me hard; I held my cheek, "Michael, you're not coming upstairs with this attitude," She points her finger at my chest as I looked at her, "Be a man and get your fucking act together!"

She starts walking to the door as I take another swig but for some reason, I couldn't swallow. I bite my bottom lip to hold in the drink but some of the drink falls down my chin, I kept trying to swallow but I couldn't; so I quickly cough it out, leaving blood on the floor.

My throat felt sore and dry, *Fuck, heartburn.* I fall on my knees, dropping the glass and shattering it. Julie was probably upstairs but I still tried calling her with my dry voice, "Julie!" It feels like I'm gonna regurgitate but it won't come out, "Julie! Help!" I fall on my back, holding my abdomen.

"AHH!! JULIE!! IM FUCKIN' DYING HERE!!"

I started sweating, *A vampire wouldn't get heartburn unless it drank too much; I drank way too much.*

I heard running footsteps coming outside the room, then the door opens; I groan in pain. "Michael!" Julie ran to me, stepping in blood and cutting herself with broken glass, "What happened?!"

"Fuckin' heartburn, that's what! Woah," the pain stops for a second as I put my hand on my head, "I feel so lightheaded."

The burn sensation starts again, I groan in pain; she helps me up, "What do I do with you?"

"Maybe take me to the fucking bathroom or I am going to vomit on you."

She starts trailing me to the basement door, opening it and trailing me to the first-floor bathroom; she opens that door and I burp, she puts me down and I crawl to the toilet. I felt a rush leave me after I opened the toilet, "Damn, you must be pretty drunk." I heard Julie say as she rubbed my back. Another rush left me with tears leaving my eyes in pain; I grip the toilet, letting a few more rushes leave me.

Once I felt the last rush leave me, I start crying. "Michael?"

"I'm sorry," I whisper, "I am so sorry."

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AN: This feels like a weird chapter to write.