Immortal (MJ)

Chapter Four

This couch is extremely comfortable. I don't want to leave as my eyes flutter open. The soft leather couch I lay on leaves a red mark on my arm from laying on the couch for how long? I don't know. I sit up to see a coffee table with a few books stacked on top of one another from largest to smallest.

A tv was in front of me and turned off. I stand up being in the same outfit that I was previously in. This had a stain on it and I couldn't figure out what it was. The shelter which I ended up in is small but I find it quite cozy. It was very secluded since I could see nothing except for trees through the clear glass windows.

The door was boarded up. Fresh clean lumber covered the front door. I began to realize why I'm here. This place is now my prison. I have to get out of here.

I feel I have a chance to escape since it seems as if nobody is home. I run over to the door. I obviously cannot simply open the door and escort myself out. The only option I have is to use all of the strength which I contain. I push my left shoulder against the door as hard as I could.

The door falls open completely and I am free. I step outside and begin to run. I wouldn't stop running as I go through many trees and bushes. I tripped after a few minutes of running which doesn't surprise me because I am wearing a skirt. I stand up and continue to run.

I am not getting anywhere. I am just going deeper and deeper into the woods. How am I supposed to avoid this entire situation when I don't even know what the situation is? I need to think. Which is the skill I have been lacking all this time.

Suddenly I felt myself being pushed against a tree. I look into a pair of cold dark red eyes that had a hint of black to them. They were very suddle and seemed angry with me. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked in a low and smooth voice. I was silent.

I didn't want to piss this asshole off in any way. "I was serious, Bliss." He began. Immediately I felt that I had to interrupt him. "Michael I made it very clear that I want nothing to do with you." I stated very sternly. "Oh but I want everything to do with you. Bliss, you should be grateful that I am willing to help your dumbass through your early times, post transition. Something the man who turned me never did on my behalf." He explained with his grip around my neck so tight to the point where I couldn't make out any words.

I only nodded. Not that I actually agreed with what he said. I just wanted to be free from his grip. He let go of me and i exhaled loudly through my mouth. He gave me a clam and emotionless stare.

"Let's go home. I can smell wolves in the area." He said and softly grabbed my arm. I raised an eyebrow in confusion and fascination. "Wolves? As in, werewolves?" I wondered. "Exactly. So come with me or else you won't be able to live your second life to the fullest." He stated then dragged me as we both began to run. I was surprised by how fast he was capable of running.

I wasn't even able to see where I was running. Seconds later, we made it back to the warm and cozy log cabin in which had smoke escaping from the chimney on the right side of the roof. This wouldn't be my prison at all. It felt nothing like that by any chance.

This place was, home. Michael looked down at the door which was now on the small front steps. He chuckled softly. "You broke down the door, that's very cute." He stated then picked up the door which appeared to be heavy and threw it deep into the woods. He entered our small cabin and I followed.

I now realized how warm it is in here. I turn to see a small fire burning in the brick fireplace, which explains the warmth of the area. I feel comfortable. Micheal closes the refrigerator and places a bag of blood onto the small round wooden table. This looked as if it came straight from the hospital.

"Drink. You must be thirsty." He said. I nodded, took the bag, and managed to finish it in only a minute. I thanked Michael and he reminded me there is a fridge filled with them. I stepped into the place he informed me was going to be my bedroom. I feel as if I want to vomit right here, right now.

This was an identical replica of the bedroom I had in my apartment. Oh how I miss little things like that which remind me of my old life. Tears start to crawl from my eyes. I can't take this pain anymore. It has to be demolished.

I threw my favorite purple vase across the room and caused it to shatter against the white wall. Thanks to the new ability of superhuman strength, I began to rip every single part of the queen size bed. From the comforter to the mattress itself. I did everything I could to make this space unrecognizable, until I gave in and surrendered to my sadness.