CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Michael's POV
I let a sigh pass my lips as the security guard pushed my fingerprint against a form, before he led me into my cell, passing through the many rows of men beating each other and screaming.
The smell of their blood infested my nose and I could feel my fangs nipping at my bottom lip, the emerald that once filled my eyes being over taken by the colour of blood.
"Cell B-182, Clifford and Barakat." The officer spoke, taking off my handcuffs and shoving me into the cell as I felt to floor.
I regained my balance and stood up, holding a hand to my head, rubbing where I had hit when fallen.
"Jack's the name, what's your's, kid?" I heard a gravely voice speak from behind me.
"M-Mi-Michael.." I stuttered, completely forgetting everything that Luke had taught me over a year ago.
"Hey, your eyes are weird lookin' why the bloomin' hell are they red?" Jack questioned.
"U-Uhm, I-I d-don't k-kn-know.." I mumbled and sat on the iron bunk where I would be spending the next 27 years of my life.
"Anyhow, what you in here for, Clifford?" He questioned once again. Would he ever stop?
"M-Mu-Murder.." I mumbled and twiddled my fingers, lowering my vision down to them.
"Aha, didn't think you were that tough." The smell of blood lingered in my nostrils. "I'm here for stealing." He smirked and got down from his bunk, on the way down, his leg caught on a loose screw, tearing the flesh and making blood seep out.
I told myself to control it, but all my thoughts were too clouded over to control any actions. My vision suddenly developed into a night-vision-type lens, meaning that my eyes were a blood red colour and I was slowly stepping closer to Jack.
"You're a fucking vampire?!" He shoved me off of him when I lost concentration, "you're nothing but scum!" He spat as I backed up against the wall.
He clenched his fist and I felt a piercing pain going through my jaw as the man with the highlighted hair beat the crap out of me.
"Michael?!" I hear an Australian voice call then a rattling on the cell.
"Your people killed my family!" Jack growled, his fist making contact with my eye.
I looked over to the cell door to the officer and tufts of blonde hair to appear.
The beating stopped when the officer tazed Jack, sending him the floor. I curled up in a ball, the pain in my face unbearable as I let out silent sobs. It will soon pass..
"Fangs, get up."
I recognised that nickname.
I shook my head into my jeans as I felt soft hands exploring my hair and a kiss pressed to my forehead.
"Hey, Mikey. Thanks." I heard, still not looking up.
Two hands tug the back of my hair, forcing me to look up to a person with the bluest eyes and a tattered beanie.
"K-Kitten...?" I whispered, him bringing his lips to meet mine and pecking them softly.
"Hey, hey.. Mikey, it's fine..." Luke cooed as I let out sobs not believing that after all that I had put them through they were actually coming back for me once more.
"A-As-Ash...?" I mumbled looking up to the boy with the dirty blonde hair.
"We're getting you out of here fangs." He smirked and me, him, kitten and Cal hugged. I wouldn't let them slip through my fingertips ever again.
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fangs, tails, paws and calum | muke | cashton
Fanfiction[COMPLETED:UNDERGOING MAINTENANCE] There was a vampire that once stumbled across a hybrid, thinking he was a human. In a near death experience, this hybrid fell into the arm's of a werewolf, whilst this was happening, the vampire took the werewolf's...
