Immortal (MJ)

Chapter Fourteen: Tito

     Today has been rough and Randy did not seem like himself at all. He really did love that girl. I felt so bad for her. What was her name again? I can't think of it at the top of my head right at the moment.

     Was it Bethany? No, she's too pretty to be a Bethany. Brithany? No, that's not even a name you idiot. Oh wait I remember, Bliss, her name was Bliss!

     Bliss doesn't deserve to become the monster that all of us didn't have a choice in becoming. I remember the day it happened to me as if it was yesterday. Five hundred years ago I was living in the beautiful city of Rome. I can still smell the scent of fresh grapes just being squeezed, it reminded me of when I was growing up. My father owned a vineyard so I was around grapes all the time.

     It's actually quite funny now that I think about it. My father wanted my to inherit his business more than anything. I didn't want that for me, I wanted to become a teacher, that had and always will be my passion. But I didn't have a choice in my time. Five years into being miserable, the only thing that made me happy was my family.

I was only twenty two at the time and it honestly scares me how young I really was. Those two years with the woman who was once my wife, was the only time that I felt true happiness. One night I needed some time to myself so I made the dumb decision to go to a bar. There I met him, Michael. On the outside he seemed very kind and down to earth.

He was a great person to talk to, and I have to say that was one of the best conversations I have ever had in my life. I told him Everything. From when I first moved to Italy to where I was at that point. He told me that he didn't have a job and that he would just travel for the rest of his life, he also informed me that he was wealthy. Something I never really thought about in life, it would be impossible for me.

After a few hours the bar closed and I had to leave. As I was walking home I was surprised that I wasn't drunk after twelve cups of wine. I was walking home normally waiting to go to bed because I did feel really tired. But then I suddenly felt a hard strike to my head. A group of people began to jump me and I couldn't even figure out why they were doing this to me and they wouldn't stop.

     Many punched, kicks, and even stabs came to me all of my body without warning. It was so painful and I have to say this was the worst pain I have ever felt. And that is a very bold statement. They stopped soon after and ran off. I don't know why because I didn't feel or hear anything.

     Michael came soon after he could smell all of the wounds, but he was doing everything he can to save me. He eventually fore fed me his own blood and then I was suddenly healed instantly. But things were now different. I could see everything more clearly and the air was much more fresher. I sat up and looked into Michael's glowing red eyes.

      I never noticed that and those eyes now kind of scare me. He helped me up and I fixed my now really messy shirt. I didn't notice a single scratch or bruise on me. Oh my gosh. How?

     "Sir, we have to go. We're taking a boat to Australia and we aren't coming back." He informed me as he grabbed my arm. I stopped and let go of him. "I'm sorry but I can't go. I have a family, I love my wife so much and I have three kids who I love." I stated. He gave me a saddened gaze. "I'm so sorry, but after what happened to you I don't think you'll ever be able to see your family ever again. They could get hurt, so we need to leave now." He told me.

     He was right. I nodded and began to follow him as my heart slowly began to break. I'm never going to see the ones who I love ever again. But it's for their own good, I just have to keep thinking that. "I forgot and I'm sorry, but what's your name again?" He asked. "Oh it's Tito." I replied. "I'm Michael." He said.