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When Michael awoke, he almost felt as if nothing had happened. He rolled onto his back and caught himself enjoying the soft and warm cushion underneath him when he remembered what had occurred previously. A shiver shot down his spine and he felt his legs tuck into himself as he curled up, closing his eyes and groaning. He felt tired and exhaustion took over him. Even though he had been sleeping for God knows how long, he still wanted to lay there and do nothing for the rest of eternity. His heart ached and he felt betrayed. Ryan had used him and Gavin broke his promise. Michael struggled to swallow around the lump in his throat. “Micha

“So like, Geoff is the vamp that turned you?” Michael exclaimed, staring at Gavin in surprise as they ventured down the hall. “And he’s like a thousand years old?” Michael rubbed his face. “Holy shit.” Gavin laughed. “Yeah. He found me a couple hundred years ago in England in the 1800s. I was 17 and had been working in a shitty cotton factory getting paid practically nothing to help my mum who worked in the textile industry. My life was awful. My brother had died of cholera when I was 15 and my mum got sick and had to stop working. I had to stop working too and take care of her while my dad wor

When Michael awoke the next morning, the space beside him was empty. He slowly sat up, feeling much better except for the ache in his chest. He looked around the room, gaze slightly nervous. Where was Gavin? What time was it? Shit, he should call his mom and tell her he was fine. Michael sighed, standing up and finding his way to the bathroom. He used the toothbrush at the sink, not caring if it was Gavin’s or not. Did vampires need to brush their teeth? Michael rolled his eyes, annoyed at his dumb question. When he finished cleaning himself, he pulled out his phone and called his mother, informing her of his whereabouts and telling her

“So is it just you and Dan in this giant house?” Michael asked as Gavin sat him down at the counter of a marble table stretching into the kitchen. Gavin shook his head. “No, my whole family lives here.” Michael frowned. “Family? So Dan is like your brother or something? You guys don’t really look alike.” Gavin chuckled, smiling at the human. “Your ignorance is pretty cute.” “Gee, thanks. You really know how to make a guy feel special.” “No, I mean- I didn’t- Alright, let me start over,” Gavin laughed. “Okay, so Dan and I were changed by the same vam

“Michael,” a soft whisper and a delicate prod opened the resting teen’s eyes. Michael blinked and rubbed at his face, sitting up and squinting at a shivering Gavin who stood before him, clutching his blanket and pillow. Gavin trembled, lips quivering as he held back tears. “C-can I sleep with you?” he whimpered, breaking as sobs choked his words. Michael gave his friend a sympathetic look and a shake of his head. “Was it the bad dream again? You really need to get a hold of yourself, dude,” he sighed knowingly, scooting over in his bed and holding out his arms. Gavin crawled in beside the teen and wr

“Dan you bloody idiot, you’ve ruined it!” Gavin complained, crossing his arms and pouting as he sat back in his seat. Dan grinned at him, snickering while Gavin scolded him. “I was going to break it to him lightly and gently so he wouldn’t go mental and-“ “Excuse me?” Michael suddenly blurted out, eyebrows raised and mouth agape. “Are you fucking kidding me? You basically kidnap me and you go and call yourself a- a…” He wrinkled his nose. “A blood sucking monster?” He scoffed. “What the fuck does that even mean? What the FUCK is happening? Get me out of this

That weird exchange student would not stop staring at him. He was somehow in every single one of Michael’s classes and every moment he would look over at the messy haired teen, the freak would be staring directly at him. Finally, during Biology when they were paired up together for a lab assignment, Michael turned and glared at him firmly. “Why do you keep staring at me, dude? It’s creepy.” The other blinked and leaned back in his chair to smile at him coolly. “Maybe I find you attractive,” he said suddenly in his English accent. Michael’s cheeks grew hot and he straightened in bewilderment. ̶

Of all the things that could be happening to Gavin Free during his European History class, it had to be Michael Jones whispering foul things in his ear. Gavin kept his eyes fixed directly on Mr. Ramsey at the front of the class, fist clenching his pencil firmly as he attempted to take notes. He desperately tried to listen to his teacher lecture about the French Revolution and whatnot, but found it excruciatingly difficult when Michael’s warm breath tickled his neck. “What if I rubbed my fingers along your stomach, Gav?” he whispered delicately as he leaned further in his seat to get closer to the Brit in front of him, ̶