When the night has come
and the land is dark.
And the moon is the only light we'll see.
No I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid.
Just as long as you stand by me.
His heartbeat was rapidly out of control. The muscle was fighting, it was struggling and screaming against the poison that was quickly enveloping it inside, to be forever frozen, a memory of the human life he once had.
El watched on, her breathing shallow as her red hazel eyes flickered over his body, watching the sheen of sweat over his paling skin. He was twitching and convulsing, and El prayed for it to be over soon. She hesitantly pressed her palms down on his cold shoulders to try and ease him still. "It's okay, I'm here," she whispered, hoping to have got through to him on some level.
But there was no getting through to him. Only he could go through this moment. The moment Mike Wheeler left his human life behind and became something else. A creature of the night, a vampire.
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The pain was unlike anything Mike had experienced before. The poison rushed through his veins, burning and forever changing the body he had once known. He wanted to scream but he couldn't, he wished he could be unconscious but there was no sleeping.
He was in a state of being, not truly alive but not dead. At least not yet. The uneven and harsh pounds of his heart were immeasurable, as the muscle shuddered and slowly, painfully broke down. His gums felt as if they were on fire as the piercing sensation of new teeth, sharp teeth made themselves known.
He wanted it to end. No, he needed it to end.
The pain felt everlasting. And it seemed like the only thing keeping him from self-combustion was the gentle touch through all the agony. The cold palm on top of his twitching and sweating hand. The careful brush of a thumb against his rough skin.
What was left of his breath was now erratic. His chest heaving and dropping rapidly as his body struggled for air. The fire was consuming him, it was all too much. He couldn't think, he couldn't move, he couldn't breathe...
And then there was silence.
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El watched Mike closely, her eyes wide with anticipation. She had left him where the transition had taken place, on the bed, Mike's back propped up on the pillows so he was sitting up. She straddled his lap, her chest practically against his as she waited, wanting to be as close as possible.
Her ears pricked, but not from a reaction to noise, instead from the deafening silence that fell across the room. El gasped a ghost breath and gulped anxiously as she watched Mike. His eyes remained closed but his nostrils flared slightly and his jaw twitched.
El slowly raised her hand to his cold cheek, brushing her fingers across his smooth skin. "Mike?" She whispered in a tender caress. "Can you hear me?"
A slight groan came from his dry throat and he reacted slightly to El's hand, brushing his cheek into the palm of her hand seeking comfort and reassurance.
"I'm..." he croaked out, his eyes still closed. "I'm..." He slowly rubbed his dry lips together, unable to form the words he needed. But El knew.
"You're hungry," she responded for him.
Mike slowly nodded, too weak to form any more words. El watched him, concern knitting across her forehead. Her eyes flickered to her wrist and she pursed her lips.
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The Dark Side
Fanfiction'She knew he could feel it too. There was something between them, her whole body and her mind screamed it. Soul mates. In another life he should have been hers and she should have been his. If she had never been turned, if she had never become a vam...
