Fangs // a 5SOS fanfiction

four

I sat on the bed, which wasn't as it was when I first saw it; white and clean. My pillow was drenched in tears and remains of day old make-up, which I wish I could just wash off of my face now, But I don't think anybody will be letting me out of this room antime soon. Not only was there make-up and tears everywhere, but little drops of tried blood on my pillow, where Luke had brutally sucked the blood out of that girl, right after he snapped her neck because she wouldn't 'cooperate' with him. I rested my aching head in the palms of my hands and massaged my temples with my fingers. The room was spinning along with my confusion, this was all too much to take in for one day. I lifted my head up and opened my eyes to see it was getting later, and tonight would be my first real 'overnight' stay in this hell hole, aside the night Michael took me. I stood up and slipped off my black vans, pushing them under the bed with my foot. I walked over to the window and stared outside at the darkness, and the remaining sliver of light that barely showed over the horizon. I watched it slowly dissapear, leaving the sky a very deep shade of blue. The sky really explained my life right now, like I was literally watching the little sliver of hope I had of getting away from here slip through my fingertips, like it almost disintegrated. And I was left here to sit in my own pity and blame it all on myself. I yawned and decided it was time for me to sleep. I turned around on the balls of my feet to see Michael, sitting on my bed, like it was nothing.

"Don't scream or cry or any of that shit girls do. I'm not here to hurt you." He said and stood up. I was still in a state of shock at why he would be here. I wanted to scream for Ashton to get Michael out of my room, But in a way I did care about Ashton, and I didn't want Michael hurting him, or me for that matter. Michael walked over to me, taking both of my hands in his, which were freezing.

"I just wanna talk to you is all." He said, sounding almost, compassionate. Michael and compassionate really don't fit together in the same sentence. I just nodded and walked over to the bed, plopping myself down, glancing at the pillow covered in blood, tears, and make-up. Michael walked over to the bed with me to the bed and followed my gaze to my pillow.

"You on your period or something?" Michael laughs, he has a beautiful sounding laugh. I actually smile, for what feels like the first time in ages.

"No, I get nosebleeds." I tell him, totally lying. I just couldn't tell him about the incident with Luke, I didn't want him hurt either. Luke spared my life when he didn't have to, and I'm grateful for that.

"But seriously, could we wash this pillowcase?" I ask him.

"Yea sure, but why is there smeared make-up all- oh" He says, looking from the pillow to my face, putting the matching peices together. I suddenly feel really self-concious about how messed up my face looks now. Probably blotchy skin, bloodshot eyes, and make-up from my eyes to my chin.

"Yea" I say, looking down at my fingers. I begin to pick the black polish off of my fingernail, you could literally cut the tension in the room with a knife.

"Look, I'm sorry I've caused you all of this pain, and sadness. I never meant to hurt anybody, But I always end up doing just that. My life is so fucked-up Elise!" He yells running his hand through his newly colored hair, really changing from his light, happy mood, to depressed. Is this kid bipolar or something? I disregarded the fact that he might be bipolar and that he knew my name and focused more on the fact that he was hurting inside.

"Michael, look at me," I say taking his chin in my hand, tilting it towards my face, "We all have really fucked-up lives, thats what makes us human." I say in an effort to calm him down.

"But thats just the problem, I'm not human. I'm a vampire. A sick, cruel, blood-sucking killer." He scoffs. I put my hand over his, rubbing my thumb over his.

"Look, we all have problems. MIne being I'm probably going to be killed within the next few days, and yours being that your'e probably gonna be the one that kills me. But hey, it's gonna be okay right? Your'e gonna be happy and your'e gonna go live the rest of your life and my soul will probably be floating within a void between space and time, and everyone's gonna be just fine." I say, chocking back tears, coming to a realization that I will in fact be dead in a few days.

"Hey, don't cry, I'm not letting you die, much less me be the cause of it." He says, putting his other hand over the both of our hands, giving me a weird sense if comfort.

"You just need a bath, to go get fresh, and just relax. We only have Men's shampoo, I'll run to the store really quick and get you some stuff you need, you also need to eat. Shit." he mutters under his breath, "What do people eat?" he says, being completely serious.

"Your'e kidding." I say and crack a small smile.

"Nope, being one hundred percent serious." He says.

"You were a human once, weren't you?" I ask him.

"That was a long, long time ago. When people ate stuff like corn and that kind of shit all the time." He laughs. "Unless you want corn." He smiles at me, being just genuinly nice, I hope he stays like this.

"Can you just get me a frozen pizza?" I ask him.

"What in hell is peet-sa?" He asks me and I laugh at his dumb attempt to say pizza.

"It's great, you'd love it." I say.

"Okay then, I'll try and find this 'peetza' thing you want." He says again putting hand quotations around his silly attempt at a word, making me laugh even harder this time.

"I'll be back in like an hour." He says standing up from the bed, and walking out of the room. He peeks his head back in the doorway about 4 seconds later.

"Throw me your pillowcase." He smiles. I throw him the pillowcase and he again shuts the door, followed by a small click, indicating that the door is locked..

Again.