Saturday 15th October 2005

Eve's POV

I wake up to the sound of my parents leaving. The warmth of another person beside me scares me for a moment, but then realise that it is Michael Glass. I still can't believe someone as popular as him is actually helping me and wants to be my friend.
I slide out of bed successfully without awakening him and I get a pair of torn jeans along with a purple t-shirt out of my drawer before I walk to bathroom to have a shower. As I undress, I look at myself in the mirror and see the bruises running down my face and the burns on my stomach; I also see the cuts caused by the belt. I flinch and wonder how Michael could stand to be in a room with this mess of a girl.
I sigh and step into the shower, wincing in pain as the powerful water hits my body.
I get out after a few minutes because the water suddenly becomes freezing cold. I dry myself down carefully and get dressed before then padding back out to the bedroom to find Michael sitting up in the bed.
''Morning...'' I say quietly. ''Do you want something to eat?'' I hope that there is something there but I doubt it.
''Sure!'' He grins and walks over to me taking my hand.
That's when he catches sight of my arms.
''Crap... Is that why you pulled away when I grabbed your wrist yesterday?'' he frowns.
''Yeah. '' I lead him down the stairs and into the kitchen.
''Was that dry blood on the floor back there?'' He says dryly.
''No, ketchup. '' I say sarcastically. ''Of course it is Michael. I need to clean it up, father doesn't like a mess. '' I sigh and open the fridge.
He sits at the table and watches me as I stare at the almost empty fridge.
The contents of the fridge right now is: Old milk, one egg, half a can of coke, a slice of chicken, some bacon that's been there for about 2 months and some random meal they probably had the other day.
''Well, what do you want Michael?'' I say as I pull out the last 2 slices of bread (stale of course; last night was a rare privilege) and place it on the table.
Michael stares at me. ''What do you have other than stale bread?''
I sigh. ''I'm sorry; you're probably starving by now. ''I say apologetically. I get everything that's left in the fridge and place it on the table.
''You can't be serious Eve. This is what they leave you?'' He growls and opens all the cupboards, searching for something, anything.
Tears fill my eyes and I look down. He probably hates me by now.
Suddenly he is by my side and has his arms around me. ''I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take that out on you. It isn't your fault. Please don't cry Eve. ''
He wipes away my tears with his thumb.
I sigh. ''How does egg and chicken sound to you? '' I say softly, hoping to calm him down.
''Yeah, okay, that's okay. We can eat something else back at mine. I'll cook you something. '' He murmurs and releases me so I can turn on the hob and heat up the frying pan.
''Actually...'' I point for him to watch the hob and I run upstairs into Jason's room. He normally has something here because the lucky prick has a mini-fridge.
I open it up and find some milk, I only need a drop so I can make scrambled eggs and I also find a pack of ham, so I take a slice of that. I can't take so much that he notices.
I close it and run downstairs.
Michael stares at me with a confused expression.
''Jason has a mini-fridge. '' I answer his questioning stare as I crack the egg and put the milk in.
''Nice. '' He comments and reaches over me to stir it. ''Do you even know what you are doing?''
''Nope, never cooked in my life. '' I rip up the ham and chuck it in with some chicken.
He rolls his eyes and keeps stirring until the meal looks decent enough to eat.
I get some plates and dish it out then place it on the table.
''I'm sorry this isn't like a normal meal for you... I don't really eat much so I don't have to worry...'' I've given Michael most of it and I have a spoonful.
"It's okay Eve. I get it. '' He finishes it and stares at the spoonful that I have only made a small dent into. ''You could eat that in one go. '' He states.
''I know, but I couldn't keep it down. '' It takes 4 more tiny forkfuls to finish it, and then I dump the plates in the sink. Then Michael asks for a tour around the house. So that's what we do.
''This is the living room. I'd love to give a detailed report on what it's like to sit in there on a cold winter's eve and watch TV, but I wouldn't be able to because I rarely get to sit in there, let alone watch TV and it's most definitely never cold or winter. '' I say cheerfully and point towards the sitting room.
I lead him through to the kitchen. ''You've been here before, but this is the kitchen/dining room. It's nice isn't it? Right, through here is the garden, but it isn't nice and it's full of weeds, also the back door is locked at this moment so we can't look out, you'll see it when we jump from my window. '' I skip up the stairs and stop at a door to the worst room in the house but I try and make it all as cheerful as possible.
''This room- and you're gonna love this- this room is my dad's torture room. Some nights he drags me up here and uses all his little toys and then locks me in there for the rest of the night! It's so amazing! I wish you could see it but it's under lock and key ...'' I rattle the door knob expecting it to stay shut but it swings open. ''Crap. '' I slam the door shut before he can see anything but he grabs my hands and opens it again.
I watch his face go pale as he takes it all in. The blood stained floor. The chains that he uses to tie me down and the ones the he uses to hit me with which are stained in blood. Masking tape, a collection of belts, knifes covered in blood, a lighter, a small clump of my hair, a comfy chair where he likes to sit and watch me bleed and finally my father's collection of photos which contain pictures of him beating me and me lying, limp on the floor.
''How did he get the chains?'' Michael asks weakly.
''I don't know, they aren't silver; they are brass because I'm allergic to brass. '' I say and watch as he walks over to the photos.
''He is a sick man. '' Michael murmurs and walks back out.
I nod and point out my parent's room and Jason's room but I've given up with the cheerful act because I feel so sick after seeing that room again.
''Finally, the family bathroom, which I never use because my room – which I spend most of my time in- has a bathroom and shower. '' I sigh and open the door to my room.
''Sorry you had to see that Mike. '' I say softly.
"It's fine. You tried to stop me but I opened the door again. Let's go, its 11:30. '' he whispers.
I open the window and look over the edge, my stomach churns.
''I...I don't think I can Michael. '' I whisper and he stands in front of me.
He puts his hands either side of me and leans down, his deep blue eyes looking into my chocolate brown ones. My heart is pounding and our lips are only millimetres apart. I feel myself being drawn to him; all I have to do is lean forward and kiss him...
''Don't worry, I'll catch you.'' He murmurs and breaks eye contact with me so he can jump out the window. When he says he'll catch me does he mean only now or does he mean overall as well because I think I'm falling for him.
''Okay...'' I say absentmindedly and watch him disappear as he plummets to the ground. I run over to the window and look over the edge and look over to see that he has landed safely.
''Come on Eve. '' He holds out his arms and I let my legs hang over the edge.
Don't worry; it'll just be like when dad pushes me down the stairs, fast. I try and reassure myself again but fail.
I squeeze my eyes shut and let myself drop and I feel the warm arms of Michael surrounding me and keeping me safe, just as he promised.
''Thank you. '' I say in a soft voice and slide down.
''No problem. '' He smiles and keeps hold of my hand as he takes me back to his.

Michael's POV

The hunger is eating away at my stomach. I'm starving. Poor Eve, she must be like this every day.
I open the door to the Glass house and lead her through to the kitchen.
''Eat whatever you want. '' I open the fridge and pull out two cans of coke.
''I'm not hungry... Really. '' She says quietly.
''You have to eat. '' I say, exasperated.
She looks as if she'll drop dead any minute she's so thin!
''But I'll get sick if I eat. '' She mutters and opens the can of coke.
I watch her face as she sips the coke and shivers in pure delight.
''When was the last time you had a can of coke? '' I sit in front at the table and she does the same.
''Christmas Eve, that's my birthday as well. '' she says nonchalantly.
9 months! Jheez.
I see the bracelet around her wrist; she's one of Brandon's families.
''Are you going to sign over when you're 18?'' I ask quietly.
''I don't think so. Well, Brandon doesn't work over Christmas so I have until the 3rd January that year to work it out, but I probably won't sign. '' She laughs bitterly.
I nod. I don't need protection since my grandfather is Sam Glass, who may be the youngest vampire but he used to talk to the Founder all the time; I doubt people would try and hurt my family because they know that Sam'd kill them. Anyway, this is a Founder's house, so it seems to have some sort of extra protection.
The doorbell rings so I go and answer it, knowing it's Shane.
''Hey, sorry I'm late; Lyssa ate all the cereal so we had this big argument and stuff... now I'm starving. '' He complains.
''So am I. I had a bread roll at Eve's because that's all they gave her and they took all the food out of the fridge this morning so she couldn't eat. What do you want?'' I lead him into the kitchen.
''Oh, so you're hungrier than me. '' He mutters. ''Hey Eve!'' He grins and hugs her.
I see a small bit of pain flash through her eyes but she hugs him back anyway.
''How are you?'' He murmurs.
''I feel a bit sick, but I'll be fine. '' She looks up at us both and, coming to think of it, she does look a little pale.
''Are you sure?'' I sit beside her and put my hand on her forehead, she's heating up.
''Positive. Mike, it's probably just from the burns, they do this to me sometimes. '' She says, using a nickname I have only ever heard her use once before.
I sigh. ''Fine. But sleep it off at least...''
She rolls her eyes and walks up the stairs. ''Stop worrying, you'll get wrinkles on your pretty face. '' She calls behind her as she goes into my room.
''Yeah Mikey, don't want wrinkles on your pretty face. '' Shane teases and I redden.
''Shut up man. Just shut up. '' I grumble.
''Touché. Come on then. Let's go kill some zombies. '' he tows me to the sitting room and sets up my new playstation 2. (A/N 2005 was around the time PS2 came out right? If it wasn't out then, ignore the 2 and pretend I said playstation 1... :P)

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22 games later and time is pushing on.
''Dude, we should wake up Eve, she's been asleep 4 hours. '' Shane's eyes flicker to the clock that now reads 4:30 pm.
I nod and walk upstairs to find her sleeping soundly. I smile at the tranquillity in the room and also on her face. I have never seen her as calm as this in my life, it makes me feel good.
''Eve...'' I murmur and brush the hair out of her face.
''I'm awake... give me a minute. Just...just getting on my shoes. '' she mumbles and I can instantly tell she is still lost in the world of dreams.
''Eve, wake up now... it's 4 o'clock...'' Whisper into her ear and slowly pull off the duvet.
She reaches her hand up and starts poking my face sleepily.
''What are you doing?'' I chuckle softly.
''Trying to turn you off. You're like a bloody alarm. '' she grabs a pillow and chucks it in my face then rolls over so she can nestle deeper under the blanket.
''yeah coz it'll be dark soon...'' I stick my head under the covers so my face is centimetres from hers.
''well I can sleep here... and stay here forever, I never have to go home...'' She keeps her eyes shut.
''I wish it was that simple, Evie... Don't you want to make the most of your time home alone?'' I gently tug her trying to untangle her from the blankets.
''No... I don't like it there. '' She says stubbornly and I roll my eyes.
''I know, please, I'll text you all night if you want...''
''Will I see you tomorrow?'' She whispers and opens her eyes.
My heart drops because the answer is no, she won't because my dad has booked a day off work and we are going to see my grandpa.
''I'm sorry Eve, I'm going to see my granddad...'' I whisper painfully.
''Okay... Don't worry, I understand. You have family...'' She smiles sadly and sits up.
I take her hand which sends flutters through my body, and then I lead her downstairs.
''I'll walk you home and help you through the window. '' I say, feeling bad that I'm not even staying the night, but we are leaving early in the morning so my dad will notice me gone.
''Okay. '' she lets me pull her.
''Shane, we're going. Come on. ''
''are we going Eve's tonight?'' He stands up.
''No, you don't have to, my parents aren't home. '' she mutters, probably thinking we only want to be her friend because of pity, just as we feared.
''Eve, we want to go anyway but I can't because I need to leave early tomorrow. '' I say and hug her.
Shane is getting suspicious and he probably knows that I like her.
''I can go if you want Eve?'' Shane jumps in.
''Nah, it's fine, I wanna sleep anyway since I was rudely disturbed...'' she jokes and hip bumps me.
I roll my eyes and we set off towards her house.
''hey, Eve, who's car is that?'' Shane enquires as we get nearer to the house.
All we can tell is that it's a vamp-mobile and it's parked right outside her house.
''Oh god...'' She mutters and pins me against the wall.
She jumps up into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist as she buries her face in my neck.
Her soft hair tickles my cheeks but I ignore that and the fact that she has her legs tangled around me. I put my arms around her so she doesn't fall.
''Pretend you're my boyfriend okay? It's Brandon, he's waiting in the car- probably for my parents to come home, at around 5 he'll realise that they aren't coming and he'll leave. He'll just think we are a random couple and Shane is our friend. He thinks I'm trapped in my room; he only cares about me when dad is around. '' She says urgently, her voice being muffled by my neck.
Shane frowns but then looks at the position we are in and waggles his eyebrows. I blush.
He leans against the wall and casually watches the car.
Her face tilts up slightly and her huge brown eyes gaze into mine.
''This doesn't mean anything; it's only as friends alright? Only to make Brandon think we are a couple. '' She murmurs, keeping her face hidden.
All Brandon can probably see is her long brown hair, a part of my face, my blonde hair and Shane.
''Okay. '' I whisper as she tangles her fingers in my hair and pulls my lips down to hers.
I feel sparks fly through my body as her soft lips move against mine, I move my hand up and rest it on her cheek as she rests her free one on my chest. I make sure that I always keep one arm around her waist so she doesn't fall but her legs are around me so tightly I don't think she'll fall anytime soon.
Her mouth opens slightly, but all I can think about is that this kiss only as friends and this will be the only time I kiss Eve Rosser, so I do the same, giving her the choice of whether or not she wants to go further. She slowly slips her tongue in and I let out the softest moan, all I can do is pray she didn't notice. I feel her shiver slightly and then...
''The car is gone guys...'' Shane mumbles.
We break apart and Eve slides down slowly. ''Only as friends. '' She says softly.
''Yeah, totally...'' I whisper and keep hold of her hand.
Her lips are slightly swollen and her face is flushed.
''let's get you home. '' we lead her to the back of the house and she hugs us both, kissing us on the cheek quickly before we boost her up into her room.
''Goodnight guys, thanks Michael, you saved me back there. '' She smiles and closes the window.
Shane laughs and pulls me down the road.
''You know, the car drove off the moment you guys started kissing.'' He smiles. ''I thought it'd be nice to give you some time."
''It was only as friends. I did it to save her. '' I mutter.
''I know dude, it sucks for you. '' He sighs.
I shrug. ''yeah yeah. Go home Shane, I'll see you Monday. ''
''Okay. See you. '' we fist bump and go our separate ways.
As I walk home I feel the tingle from Eve Rosser's lips against mine. When I get home I go straight to my room and bury my face in the blankets where her scent is still lingering there.
I've really messed this up. I've fallen for the girl that I am pretty much best friends with. This isn't going to end well.

Eve's POV

I never thought I'd say this but... thank you Brandon. I kissed Michael Glass, I know he only did it to help me but I kissed him. And it felt good. Better than I thought it would...Wow. I hope he won't feel awkward around me though. I mean, I told him it was just as friends so... Oh I don't know.
I decide not to text him tonight, I need time to think.
I'm falling into a place that is out of bounds. A guy way out of my league. He probably has someone else on his mind.
I sigh and curl up under my covers. I don't know how I am going to last without him here beside me, but I guess I'll have to.
I fall into a dreamless sleep, wishing Michael Glass was by my side until I am in the deepest sleep possible.

Well chapter 2...Not as long as 1 because well, there isn't much happening, so sorry!
YOU GUYS! You do not understand how badly I want them to kiss in this (as an actual couple.) Really, you don't.
I keep almost writing it and then I'm like, noooo! :Z so I had to put in that part about Brandon, so they could at least kiss and it wouldn't mess up everything in a way... so I hope you are all okay with that. God, I hope this hasn't messed it up. -_-

So, review, favourite, whatever, do something so I know you guys are reading!
Thanks guys...

SPECIAL THANKS TO MY BETA AGAIN WHO DID THIS AGES AGO BUT I HAVENT BEEN ON MY LAPTOP! THANK YOU SO MUCH VICKY! THESE WOULD BE NOTHING WITHOUT YOUU!
~Hannah! xxx