WARNING: this story will cause a lot of emotional pain [as I have been told] and i highly recommend you grabbing a box of tissues prior to continuing with this short story. Seriously though, I've said sorry so many times to people who have commented saying that this had made them cry, so I apologize now for any tearful and heartaches that you may experience </3 ❝how do you expect me to live when i am sentenced to death?❞ Ratings: Short Story: #480 [29.3.2014] - #426 [6.4.2014]

A vampire? Sleeping on coffins, garlic and sunlight kill them? Not at all actually. Michael Clifford is a 17 year old vampire. But not like many. He refuses to eat, even if it hurts him. A human is not food. Not in Michael's eyes at least. He doesn't talk to humans and stays out of people's way, then his temptations don't get the best of him. What happens when he meets up with Ashton in a boys bathroom, with blood dripping down his arm. Michael starts to protect the self harming kid, even if it means to drive himself insane.