Your's Only

Fallen Angels

My skin began to crawl at the maximum blood that I was loosing.

I wasn't scared, I was.... empty

I hadn't transformed, I was dying as a human

Miles POV

I needed help, I couldn't believe what I did. I had to stop her transforming, knowing my bite might kill her is eating me up alive.

I hate this

Fuck how I wish things were back to the way they use to be, where she was happy. Where she never needed to worry about vampires and shit. Where her world was normal. Where she was happy.

I knew one person who can help me, one person that can save her. I needed to hurry,

Skylars POV

"Ahhh!" I let out a loud scream, I couldn't help the pain arousing around my neck.

My blood slowly racing down, I could feel the air blowing softly against it letting it crust. I was crying, he left me here. Miles left me here, and I'm dying.

The tears collapsing on my face stung at some open wounds on my face. I screamed out again and clenched my tied up hands. So deep, that I felt my nails digging through my skin.

"Help!" I chocked out. "help me..." I cried.

I shut my eyes to try and block back my tears. Miles' eyes came to my mind. Dark, inky, and they were crying out dangerous. The way my body was up in flames when he kissed me, his lips grazing against mine. The way my heart was beating 1000 beats a second when he touched me. I remember the way his fingers twirled against my skin, so smoothly I bit on my bottom lip to keep from letting out stupid words. His morning voice, and the way he playfully teased me when I was pissed. No matter what, he always managed to make butterflies... not even butterflies, more like dragons soar around in my stomach.

I let out a weak small laugh, as the last few drops of blood began to leave my neck. I felt my eyes begin to blur and shut down. I didn't feel me at the time, I was strong and didn't let things get to me...most of the time.
Now I feel weak, and I feel like every single person I didn't like or hated has walked over me.

It hurt, but soon it began to numb

Miles' POV

"Hurry up Kayla!" I frustratedly screamed at the golden angel behind me. She was light, an angel of heaven guarding outside the gates.

This is not just a world full of humans, it's full of beautiful creatures too.

"Where is she Miles, she has to stay alive for this to work!" She shouted breathing heavily as we ran inside the house.

"And she'll be alive!" I snapped at her, running up the stairs and through the attic I saw her.

My angel, nobody elses. Just mine, it almost hurt.

"Ohmygod Miles!" Kayla shrieked, her blonde braids crossing over each other as she ran to the girl I loved. The girl who might die, because of me. "Help me, she's outta breath! What'd the hell did you do!?" her golden tone went firery red and I knew my hope was gone.

"I don't know," I stood there speechless, I slowly walked to her. Like a puzzle missing it's piece.

"I'm so sorry angel," I felt the corners of my eyes beginning to sting.

"No time for apology's, just keep her awake"

I looked at Skylars eyes, they were so heavy she couldn't lift them up to spare a glance at me. I hated this, it was like ripping out my heart, then burning it and slicing it apart.

I let out a loud scream, "fuck!" I cursed as I ran my fingers through the wall, with a large crack bruising my knuckles.

I was reckless

"Miles calm down," Kayla sternly said. Her halo was parked perfectly above her golden braids that fell right beneath her waist. Her white, silky sun dress fell down over her knees covered in blood.

Skylars

"What the fuck is she doing here?!" I snapped my head around and Matts eyes were snappy red, glaring at mine.

"Nice to see you too, Mathew" Kayla smugged,

"What. Is. She. Doing. Here" he repeated, his voice hard and stern as he walked up closer to me.

"She's helping!" I snapped, "Help Skylar, I'll deal with my brother" I faced Kayla and spoke, before shoving Matt through the door and falling down the stairs.

"You can't beat me," he wiped off his bloody lips, "I'm your brother, you can't fight me. You wouldn't" he spat.

"Fuck you!" I growled and threw my arms around his waist, as I tackled him to the ground. I punched him for every pain he had ever caused me, for every little thing he took away from me.

Including Scarlet,

All these years I thought wrongly, I hurt the girl I loved, and I never ever knew it. My sketch book is covered in drawings of her, her smile, her eyes, her nose, her blushing cheeks, her love.

Her, she was mine

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