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Michael Langdon

Xavier Plympton

Montana Duke

Brooke Thompson

The Countess

Chapter 2: Awakening

Description: A young girl is about to start her life after high school. Unfortunately for her, a certain blonde who has never accepted no for an answer learns of her existence before he is to put his purpose into play

A/N: Still no Michael in this chapter but he will appear in the third chapter :)

Warnings: Swearing, violence

Word count: 1.4K

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Your parents burst into the room. Their baby girl was a puddle of disaster, shaking on the floor. Mom swooped in to hold and rock you into relaxation. Dad however picked up the crow and let out a loud sob. Cries of pain racketed through his body as mom started to weep. It was almost uncomfortable. Your parents had always been really strong and watching them breakdown in your room was… strange. But of course they would. The sight in your room was something most only see in movies.

“It’s all my fault” dad mumbled over and over again to himself. With a bright red face and a heart with no hope he stood up and walked out of your bedroom.

Mom gripped onto you as if you were her lifeline. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to sweetie, we can get away from here”, she bawled.

“If I don’t want to do what”, you shrieked.

It only caused your mom to stand up and run out of the room, her face in her hands, leaving you with no answers.

Your summer was ruined by this whole ordeal. You never felt safe. And at least one of your parents always watched you. So much for a fun summer before the responsibilities of adulthood hit you. There was 3 weeks left until university. Your parents became insufferable. They felt like a falling branch was a sign you were going to die that day. Dad had been trying to sell the house, while mom worked on convincing you to let them buy a house closer to you. You had no plan of allowing them to do that.

Tonight you were going to pack your car and start the road trip to Yale. You wanted to take these last two weeks and drive across the United States. Discover what you could and enjoy what was left of your summer. You were scared, there was no doubts about that. But you carried that rosary with you everywhere and it kept you protected. You believed that more than anything. Now, it wasn’t like you were a believer in the bible. You just felt as if the rosary was a gift from that crow, and a symbol of protection. Mom decided to make a roast dinner tonight to send you off.

In the meantime, you packed what was left of your room to pack. Instead of bringing everything with you, you only brought essentials. And decided that you were going to do a total room makeover at your new apartment. So only your favourite things were going with you. Lovingly, you started to pack art journals, and items of sentimental value into the last box. By the time you had taped it up, mom shouted that dinner was done.

When you entered the kitchen you saw that both of your parents were wiping tears off their faces to appear to look happy. You ignored it and just tried to enjoy your last night. Jokes and laughs were shared around the table, along with more tears. There was an overwhelming sense of love in the room. It was as if there had been nothing terrorizing them for the last 3 months. Leaving was very difficult for you. And your parents of course. But it was hard for you. You had never been all on your own before. It was always inevitable, but still a shock. Driving away was the hardest thing all night.

Jumping into your car you sat in the driveway for just a few minutes. Looking up at the home you were about to leave. Leaving your family behind at such a horrible time. Something was itching the back of your brain, as if it were telling you not to go. It didn’t matter now anyway. You had to go.

The key turned and the ignition roared. Letting the car get to temp, you said a quick prayer and put the rosary on your mirror. Taking a quick glance up, you could see a crow sitting in the middle of the road. Staring you down. In front of you was your parents standing on the door steps. Mom shaking like a leaf. Dad with a stoic look on his face, waving a subtle goodbye. You gave him a curt nod. With that you pulled out and started your drive.

You had been driving for about 45 minutes when you decided to stop at target. A wave of uneasiness came over you. When entering the store you saw just how dead it was. The dim lighting flickered as if it were a prop in a Saw movie. You shivered and just walked right in through to your destination. Heading straight for the snack aisle you grabbed a bag of your favourite chips, a bag of jolly ranchers and a party sized bag of m&ms. You also decided to grab a case of Dr. Pepper.

The lady in front of you at the cash had an edge to her aura. She was an older woman, with a very short pitch black haircut. Her clothing was very witchy and she was buying strange items. Cow tongue, salt, sewing needles, duct tape, bleach and rubbing alcohol. You knew that you should not talk to or make eye contact with this woman for even a second.

“Are you alright dear”?

It was like you manifested her to speak to you. Looking up in disdain, you tried to make yourself look tough. You didn’t want to make her think you were an easy target. Everything about her gave you red flags. You didn’t want to stereotype, however…

“Yes I’m fine, just trying to get home”, you responded meekly. The opposite of tough. The woman gave you chills. It made your bones freeze and your brain feel like jelly. The cashier gave you a pitiful smile when the woman left and you could not get checked out fast enough.

When you walked outside of the store there were no cars in the parking lot. Not even yours.

“Are you fucking kidding me!”, you dropped your bags and grabbed your hair in frustration.

“Need to get home fast”?

You turned around and came face to face with the scary woman. “I-“

“Just come with me, us women need to stick together. There are some real weirdos out there”, she spoke. It was airy and non bothered.

“Listen lady, I appreciate the offer but I need to get my car back. I only have a week to get home”.

“Then let me drive you to the police station”, she smiled and started to walk towards her car, just expecting you to follow. It was on the other side of the street under a crappy street light. It was similar to the light in target, in the way it flickered.

With a sigh, you grabbed your bags and followed. She was offering to drive you to the police station so of course she wouldn’t do anything bad right?

You got in the car and closed the door carefully, making sure not to slam it or disregard the favour she was doing for you. You took in a few deep breaths. You felt vulnerable without the rosary. It was stupid to feel that way. It was just a silly cross connected to some silly beads on a stupid string. It’s not like it could actually protect you or anything.

“So where ere you heading to”? The woman beside you sounded cheery.

“To my new place. My roommates are expecting me so I really do need to hurry”.

Shit.

You shouldn’t have even said anything.

“Oh that sounds fun”, she smiled and kept driving steadily, avoiding the potholes on the road. Your eyes started to get heavy.

“You have a boyfriend or anything”?

You looked over at her and narrowed your eyes. “I don’t think that really matters now does it”.

She shook her head and chuckles lowly. “It sort of does sweetheart”. She slammed on the breaks and slapped her hand over your mouth. You started to flail around trying to get away from her. You hadn’t realized she had locked the doors and couldn’t get the door to open. Your eyes started to droop and your vision was blurry.

“I’ll fucking kill you for this”, you muffled into the rag. Your voice was groggy and you couldn’t hold on for much longer.

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“You can’t hide from me!”

“I thought we were just friends.”

“I think... I love you.”

“Behave.”

“Naughty little sluts get nothing.”

“Did I say you could touch?”

“I’m going to make you mine.”

“Do I need to show you what happens to whores who don’t listen?”

“Make a sound and it won’t end well for you.”

“Clean up your damn mess.”

“What are you doing on here?”

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

“How does it taste?”

“Do you really think you’ve earned it? Try a little harder.”

“We can’t, not here.” (Public)

“I never told you to stop. Continue.”

“I want to hear you scream my name.”

“What if we didn’t use a condom...?”

“You’re all I live for.”

First time (reader or character) “Ive never done this before....”

Michael Langdon has been a lot of things in his short life; a special boy, the chosen one, a delinquent, a warlock, the alfa, the supreme, the antichrist... But what he believed the most, is that he always has been a monster. Or at least, that's what everyone had made him believe his entire life.

When he arrived at the outpost 3, he still believed it. He was received with a lot of different glances; glances of fear, glances of curiosity, glances of malice… but when he looked at her, he saw a glance full of something entirely different from what he was used to; it was a glance full of kindness. And he wondered why he felt that she was so different from the rest of them.

From that moment, he started to feel curiosity towards her.

It was like she belonged to a different place, but at the same time, it was like she felt at total peace with her surroundings. Everyone at the outpost 3 was dying to get out of there as soon as possible; but on the other hand, she seemed comfortable where she was. Everyone was trying to please him to get a place at the Sanctuary, but not her.

At some point, he started to feel like some sort of magnetism towards her. It was like the universe was trying to tell him to get closer to her; to know her better. And he was happy to oblige.

They shared gazes in the corridors, always accompanied by a sweet smile from her, but it was on his second night at the outpost 3 when he finally chose to approach her. She was playing the piano, lost on that world that looked so entirely hers. He decided to sit on the stairs rather than the sofas to listen to the melancholic tune she was playing, not wanting to disturb her. He observed her, trying to understand why his chest felt so tight every time he glanced at her.

When the song was over and she was about to stand up, she noticed that she wasn’t alone. Her gaze found Michael and she smiled softly.

“Did I wake you up?” she asked concerned.

“Oh, no. Don’t worry about that. I was already awake.” he answered. “Can you play that song again?” Michael asked, approaching her.

“Of course.”

She started playing the tune once more, carefully, like she wanted to slow time with the music, and then, she was lost in her world again. With her eyes closed, she let her fingers roam the keys like they were a second skin for her.

Michael basked on her beauty; on the peace and tranquility she radiated. And in that moment, he wished that his life could be just like that; full of peace… just the two of them.

She played the last part of the song opening her eyes and looking at Michael, always with that sweet smile of hers.

“How’s the song called?” asked Michael.

“I love you.” she answered, making Michael’s heart drum on his ribcage like a thunder.

“Excuse me?” he asked confused.

“That’s the title of the song, ‘I love you’.” she said with a shy smile.

For a moment, Michael thought she was saying that she loved him, and for some reason, he liked the idea.

“Why aren’t you sleeping like everybody else?” asked him, trying to change the topic.

“I like the quiet of the night, even though you can’t know when it’s day and when it’s night inside here.” she said, smiling brightly.

That made him smile. And smiling with so ease was something he wasn’t used to.

He wanted her to rest, but at the same time, he wanted to know her better, and this was the perfect occasion.

“It seems like you don’t like to be surrounded by the rest of the people of the outpost.” he observed.

“I tolerate most of them, I think. But I’ve always liked to be on my own.” she answered, shrugging her shoulders.

Michael related to that, and he understood why she wanted to be on her own in a place like this.

“Then I understand why you roam the outpost like a vampire.” he said with a sided smile, trying to joke a little.

That made her laugh; and with that beautiful and jovial laugh, his heart started to beat faster and faster. He swore his heart never felt more alive until he met her.

“I like vampires, so I won’t complain about that.” she stated proudly.

Michael liked that she was so open with him, like she didn’t fear him like the rest of the outpost. She was like a ray of sunshine, even though he could feel that there was dark inside her, too.

“What else do you like?” he asked with curiosity.

“That’s a tricky question, because I like a lot of things. But I suppose there’s little left of what I used to like, except for one thing: books!” she claimed extending her arms to the big bookshelves that surrounded them.

“Then lucky you to have so many books to read. What books do you enjoy the most?” he was starting to feel that connection towards her growing and growing with each passing second.

“Hmm, I suppose any book with an interesting plot is more than enough for me.” she answered, pursing her lips.

“May I make you a recommendation?” he asked, approaching one of the bookshelves.

“Of course!”

He roamed one by one all of the bookshelves until he found the book he was looking for. He remembered each one of these books like his own hand; he was fond of the memory of this place when it was a school for gifted youngsters. He approached her again and gave her the book in question.

“I really enjoyed reading this book years ago, and I hope you will enjoy it, too.” he said with a little smile.

“What is this book about?” she asked, touching the cover with tenderness.

“Since you like vampires, I thought you may like this story. It’s a story of a vampire falling in love with a human. I don’t want to say too much, but it has a lot of romance and drama.” he explained.

“Sounds interesting, I like it already! I really can’t wait to start reading it, thank you, Mr. Langdon.” she said sincerely.

“You can call me Michael.” he stated.

“Then, thank you, Michael.” she said with a bright smile, embracing the book, and without knowing it; a piece of Michael’s heart, too, making him feel less like a monster.

On his third night at the outpost 3, Michael went back to the library in search of her, knowing very well he’ll find her there. And he wasn’t wrong. There she was in one of the sofas by the fireplace, reading the book he recommended to her.

“Are you enjoying the book?” he asked softly, sitting right by her side.

“I’ve been reading it for hours, I’m loving it!!” she exclaimed with joy.

“I’m glad to hear that.” he answered, proud of himself.

“It’s a beautiful story, but it’s so sad…” she said, looking to him so intensely that he felt her gaze on his very soul.

“What is so sad?” he asked, approaching her a little bit more, enjoying that intimate moment between them.

“That their love is condemned to death. Everyone sees the vampire like a monster, like a beast incapable of love. But they’re wrong. He is capable of love, he’s nothing but a good and caring lover to his future wife.” she explained, her words full of passion and anger.

Michael felt his heart ache with desire and longing. He wished intensely for her to see him like the vampire of the story; someone worthy of love.

“And what do you want to happen at the end?” he asked.

“That they could have a happy life, to prove everyone wrong.” she said with conviction.

Michael knew the end of the story, and he knew she was gonna be upset with it.

“Then better you keep reading it.” he said, feeling a little bit bold and opening his arms so she could be more comfortable reading. Or maybe he just wanted an excuse to cuddle a little bit with her.

Hearing her little sobs, he knew she was about to end the book.

“What's the matter?” he asked concerned.

“I can’t keep reading it.” she answered in tears.

“Why not?” he asked, rubbing her arm with tenderness.

“Because my heart hurts.” she explained with grief.

“I told you it was a drama, too. Do you want me to read to you the end?”

“Yes.” she answered, wiping away her tears and passing to him the book.

She cuddled more into him, trying to search more comfort.

Michael started reading with a soothing voice, feeling the quiet sobs of hers in his shoulder where she was hiding her face.

“The end.” he stated softly when he arrived at the end of the story.

“It’s so unfair.” she said so mad at the book.

“It is.” conceded Michael.

“Why couldn't they be happy? Why was it such a crime to fall in love with a vampire? The monster of the story isn't the vampire, it's the people that killed his wife just because they couldn't understand their love.” she said full of rage.

“I guess not everyone has a good heart like you to see that.” he said, caressing her cheek, feeling again his chest tight at the sight of her crying with her heart broken.

“Why everyone is so scared of you?” she asked suddenly, touching the hand that was caressing her cheek, looking right into his eyes.

“What do you mean?” he thought that this was the moment where everything ended; where she finally discovered the monster he was.

“Everyone after their interviews said you were evil, that something was wrong with you. But when I look at you, the only thing I see is someone, that like the vampire of this story, was misunderstood. Someone capable of love, wanting desperately to reach to that light buried inside of him.” she explained, approaching their faces a little bit more.

“And why aren’t you scared of me, too?” he asked, feeling their lips just millimeters apart, wishing she truly meant what she just said.

“Because since the first moment I arrived to this place, I knew I was meant to die, but after meeting you, at least I can do it knowing that you always treated me with kindness, and that I never saw the monster all of them talk about.” she explained with a smile.

Kindness. That was just what he felt about her the first time their glances met. And he really wanted to believe her.

“You’re not gonna die. Okay?” he assured her.

“And why are you so sure about that?” she asked.

“Because you’re coming to the Sanctuary with me.” he stated.

“But you still didn’t interview me.” she said confused.

“Do you think I need an interview to know I want to spend the rest of my life with you?” Michael asked, with their lips impossibly close.

“I don’t know, maybe you needed to know me more before.” she said, trying not to smile.

“We’ll have plenty of time in the Sanctuary to know each other more.” he said, joining finally their lips on a much desired kiss; a sweet kiss full of love and yearning.

After they lost the count of the kisses they shared, she started to feel a little bit sleepy. Michael carried her in his arms to his room. After undressing and getting into the bed, Michael refused to sleep. He used the time to caress her arm and her face with delicacy, basking once more in her ethereal beauty. Tomorrow will be Halloween, and after his plan will triunfaly work, they’ll have the rest of their lives to share in the Sanctuary, finding that peace that he desperately wanted. But not the light though, because the light he always searched inside of him, was lying just beside him.

She was the reason that made him truly believe he wasn’t a monster all along.

He was worthy of love; worthy of her love.

For the one's wondering what song was the Reader playing on the piano, is this one: 'I love you' by RIOPY I was highly inspired by this clip of Skam France where Lucas plays the same song: SKAM FRANCE EP.2 S3: Vendredi 19h34 - Surprenant

I really hope you all enjoyed this sweet and self indulgent story. Michael always deserved better :)