Buried Secrets

Journal Of Emmerson Young

October 31st, 2013 MID-DAY ENTRY

Mila and I woke up when sunlight streamed in from the un-covered window. Well, okay. Technically, Mila woke up first, hissing and cringing. I woke up a second later, after she bolted off the bed, covering her eyes. I ran over to her, and moved her hands away.

“You okay?” I asked.

She nodded her eyes a bit red. “Yes. However, I think that I might be low on blood that does not usually happen...”

I held her hands gently, and stated; “Stay here. I'm going to run upstairs and grab a blood bag for you, okay?”

She nodded once more, and I threw my jeans back on. I ran upstairs, opened the fridge door, grabbed a blood bag, and put it into the microwave to re-heat it. As I waited, I looked over to the bags that covered the kitchen table. All that was in them was clothes; skinny jeans, tank-tops, flared jeans, T-shirts, shorts, under-garments. All for Mila, so that she could have more clothes to wear aside from just her dress.

The blood finished heating up and I grabbed a coffee mug and poured the blood into it. I heard the soft padding of Mila's feet, and smiled as her arms slid around my waist.

“Sorry, I just got a bit lonely,” she said into my back.

I smirked and turned around in her arms after setting the mug down, and held her close.  She had slipped into my old black “Grizzly Man” T-shirt and it made me long to be in the basement with her again.

“I don't care. If I can see you every second of the day, I'll never, ever, complain.” I stated, stealing yet another kiss from her. I picked up the mug off the countertop and handed it to Mila. She took it, took one sip, placed it back on the counter, and then kissed me again, passionately and full of fire. I kissed her back and pulled her tightly against me. Mila moaned and I picked her up and placed her gently on top of the counter, still kissing her.

Mila started kissing downward. First my cheek, then my neck, shoulder, heart, and the hollow base of my throat. I shuddered and played with the ends of her hair, praying to God that Mila didn't stop. She kissed my mouth again and held onto me. I held her tightly and pulled her against me, hard, and broke away, gasping for air.

Mila rubbed my shoulders gently. “Are you okay?”

I nodded, helping her off the counter, panting. “I'm alright. You?”

“Yes...” she whispered. She picked up the mug off the counter and sipped it quietly. I waked over to the fridge and pulled out an apple from the crisper. We ate in silence for the longest time, the silence doing all our talking. Mila walked over to me and leaned against me causally. I smiled, put my free arm around her, and kept munching on the apple.

Mila nudged me gently and put her head on my shoulder. I kissed the top of her head and tossed my apple core into the trash.

“Swish, swish.” I chuckled.

Mila giggled, just as there was a knock at the door. She looked up at me.

“Where you expecting someone?” She asked, her gaze moving to the door.

I shook my head and grabbed some of the bags off the table and brought them downstairs, stating; “Mila, darling, change into one of the outfits we bought. I'm going to see who is at the door, kay?”

“Okay, be careful though.” Mila replied walking downstairs on my heels.

“Of course.” I kissed her and headed upstairs to see who was knocked on my door. I looked through the peep hole, and bit back my growl. Sure enough, standing on my front porch, wearing a pair of frayed off-cut off denim shorts and a purple tube-top, was Alex. I heard Mila come back upstairs and sighed in bliss as her hands snaked around my shoulders. A familiar feeling.

“Alex?” She asked me softly.

I nodded and placed an arm around her as she slid around to my side. “Yup. You want to help her get the hint that I'm yours, not hers?”

I looked at Mila, and my breath was instantly stolen. She was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, an emerald green top, and a blue sweater. She looked so beautiful; I was almost tempted to leave Alex standing outside in the freezing cold just so I could keep kissing Mila. But, that wouldn't really be fair to Alex...

Mila nodded, her eyes locking onto mine. “She needs to let you go.”

I nodded, unlocked the door, opened it, and was knocked backwards by Alex, who was kind of busy kissing me like we were still a couple. Mila was holding onto the back of one of the dining chairs in the kitchen. Clearly, Alex bursting into my...correction, mine and Mila's home knocked her back.

“Emmerson...baby...” she whispered, her ands sliding down to the waistline of my jeans. “Make love with me, please!”

I grabbed her wrists, stopping her. “Alex, no! Get the hell off me!”

Alex tried to wrestle her hands free, and I had to, basically, throw her off of me. Mila ran over to me and helped me up.

“Are you okay!?” She asked, concern ringing loud and clear in her voice.

I nodded, holding her close as Alex got up. “I'm fine. What about you, darling?”

Mila nodded, putting her head on my chest. “I'm fine. I was just worried about you.”

I kissed her, and took her hand gently as Alex grabbed a fistful of Mila's hair.

“This bitch can't give you HALF of what I can give you!” Alex shouted, throwing Mila to the ground. “Take me, Emmerson! I love you and you alone! Please!”

“Alex! Get out! Now!” I shouted.

Alex was trembling, but she complied. She slammed the door behind her and I ran over to Mila, helping her up.

“You okay?” I asked her, looking her over.

She nodded, standing up on shaky legs, like a newborn calf, or foal. “I'm fine...however there is something dark about Alex and her thoughts.”

I hesitated. Something dark in Alex's thoughts? “How dark?”

“Very...” she whispered. “Almost murderous....”

Then, it hit me. Alex showing up, suddenly wanting me, yelling at Mila and hurting her...it was all to prove that she knew Mila was a vampire. I hugged Mila tightly and kissed the top of her head.

“Baby, listen to me.” I whispered fiercely. “I will not let Alex, or anyone else, ever hurt you. I swear it.”

Mila nodded, ran over and locked the door, then hugged me back tightly. “Thank you.”

“Don't mention it.” I smiled, kissed her, pulled my T-shirt out from her back pocket, put it on, and nuzzled her neck. “Kay, I've gotta get to work. Stay here until I get back. Like, stay inside and don't answer the door. I'm not expecting anyone to come over, so dont worry about it.”

Mila nodded once more, and we shared one last, long kiss goodbye, then I was out the door, heading to work. All along the way, I couldn't help but to worry about Mila. What would either Mila, or myself, do if Alex showed up again with Matt and they kicked down the door? I prayed that we never found out...