A Little Bite of the Apple::..[Vampire Love Story]..::(part1)

I could feel myself floating back to reality. Slowly, but surely. I wanted to go back to the dark place; the place where the burning pain didn't hurt as much.
"Give her more morphine!" Unfamiliar voices were screaming around me. The pain was back, stronger than before. I opened my mouth, screaming, but the sound was so high pitched, that even a dog wouldn't hear it. The eighteen-wheeler was back, rolling over my body, the burning fire was back; scorching me; the acid was back, sizzling away my flesh, but all ten times worse than before.
"Why isn't this damned morphine working?!"
"Give her a higher dose!"
"It'll put her in a coma!"
These loud voices weren't stopping. They were all unfamiliar, unknown, unwanted. I only wanted quiet-my dark place back.
"Give her more-NOW!"
"It won't work!" This time the voice was known. It was him...Michael. I wanted to scream out to him, to ask him to take the pain away, butmy pain was much too great to call him.
"What's he doing in here-"
"Get him out of here-"
"No,don't give her any more, please, sir. It's going to kill her!"Michael's voice was pained, as if he were crying. Oh, how I wished for him notcry. For him,I'd go through this over and over again, as long as I knew, that in the end, he'd be waiting for me.
"GET HIM OUT OF HERE, NOW!"I wanted Michael to leave; I didn't want him to see me this way. I didn't want him hurt. I wasgoing to be fine. I was going to be okay, right? I could hear the sound of a struggle.It couldn't have been Michael struggling; it had to be the doctors.
I could feel my heart beating tremendously fast, racing.
Then the pain stopped. My body went numb. My screaming stopped. I couldn't feel my throat...I couldn't breath....
MICHAEL'S POINT OF VIEW...

She'll be fine, she'll be fine. She's going to be okay, I kept telling myself, but no matter how many times I thought it, I couldn't believe it.
I knew it, I knew in my heart she wouldn't be able to handle it. Not Amelia. Nother. Not mysoft-hearted love. Not my innocent-eyed darling. Not my fragile-souled angel. As much as I'd hate to say it, she was weak. Weak in comparison to the pain that she had felt.
Well, at least she wasn't in pain anymore, she wasn't feeling anything.They gave her too much morphine, despite my warnings, putting her in a coma.The last thing I saw of her, beforeallowing those ignorant doctors to escort me out of the room, was her chest stop rising and falling with her breaths. The last thing I heard was the heart monitor go flat, and the rushed scurryingof the medical staff.
"Stop pacing,"Jenna ordered, coming from behind me. I turned around and looked down at my sister's face.
Her amber eyes were worried, wide with worry. I ignored her.She didn't know what she spoke. She'd never been in love, so she couldn't feel the painI was feeling now. The pain of knowng that the person who makes you whole could die.
"Please, Michael. You're making me nervous,"she pleaded with me. I ignored her.
I looked past Jenna's head, and down the brightly lit hallway of the hospital. Emmilyn stood there, with my parents, her arms folded victoriously, and I could guess what shewasthinking. She was praying that Amelia would die; that somehowshe'd stop breathing again.
Her blue eyes locked on mine, and I could see the small twitch in her lips, fighting a smile. Icould have killed her, then, if it weren't for the safety of the humans walking around me.
Emmilyn made her way towardJenna and I, sauntering over as ifthe lifeless hospital was, instead, a a gathering of friends ata cocktail party.
"Is she going to be all right?"Emmilyn asked of Jenna.
"She's going to be fine, Emmilyn; it isn't as if you care,"Jenna snapped angrily. Emmilyn played with her dark, curly, waistlong ponytail, then shrugged her slanted shoulders.
"A girl can pretend, can she not?"Herround, blue eyes darted tome; a smile hiding inthem. Icouldn't see how I'd once loved that girl. She was nothing; nothing at all, especially when compared to Amelia. Emmilyn'sdark ringlets andheavy British accent, that I'd oncefound attractive,now made me gag in disgust. Again, she was, and is a nobody.
Jenna, too, saw behindher whispery voice, andblue eyes.She hated her more than I, and thatis ahatefar passed loathing, passed despite.
"Would you justpiss off, Emmilyn?"I snarled to her.She pushed out her thin bottom lip, and made her eyes sarcastically sad.
"I would, doll,"she reached out her bony fingers and touched my shoulder;I pushed her off,refusing the temptation to breakher fingers in half, "but I'm not going to. I love Amelia just as much as you do."
"You don'tcare about her,let alone love her Emmilyn,"I spat.
"My point, Michael. I love Amelia just as youdo..."
"Are you infering that I don't love her, Emmilyn? You are one to talk, youno nothing about caring for some,not even yourself. I love Amelia." Emmilyn only smiled.
"The human's brainwashed you, Sweetheart,"she began,"you aren't capable of lovinganyone, except for me.You never stop lovingyour first."I opened my mouth to speak, but Jenna stopped me.
"Don't waste your time on her, Michael.You need to rest...just go home, and I'll watchAmelia for you,"she offered. I was shaking my head before she finished.
"I want to be here for her, just in case she wakes up,"I protested. I couldn't bare leavingAmelia alone in this cold, barren, cemetery of a hospital.
"No, Michael...I'll call you if there's even the slightest bit of change in her. So, please, just go home, and rest. I don't want you skipping yourstrengthening, either,"Jenna pressed. "And maybe you should...get something to drink."
"No!"I roared. I wouldn't dareto kill anyone, now; not when the life of my dear Amelia was a stake here. I feared that ifI took the life of a person that someone loved,in return, God would take the life of the woman I loved. No, I'd just allow theitching thirst to go one, at leat until amelia was up andnormal. "I'll stay here, Jenna. You go home, I'll stay."
I turned around, storming off; making my way to Amelia's room.
BACK TO AMELIA'S POINT OF VIEW.....
I tried to force my eyes open. Ittook a while, it felt like hours, but they eventually obeyed. Everything was a blur of whites, brown, and pinks.
"A...Amelia,"the sweetest voice in the universe sounded. I meant to whisperMichael's name back to him, but my throat wasscratchy, and dry, so it came out as, "Mika." I heard him chuckle. I wanted to see his face, but my vision was still blurred annoyingly.
"Don't talk, sweetheart,"Michael ordered. "You're going to be fine...just perfect, dear." I attemptedto smile, but it hurt. I could almost hear the cracking of my dry lips.
My vision slowly became normal. Michael leaned over my hospital bed, his smoldering grey eyes on me, but something was different about him. There were dark rings around his eyes the color ofthe purple storm cloudsbefore a tornado.
"H...how long?"i asked him, not wanting to stretch my vocals out.
"Five days...five excruciating, agonizing long days,"Michael whispered softly, stroking my hair. I was half worried about how much pain I'd put Michael through duringthe time I was under, and half-worried about my appearance. Five days without washing my hair, five days without showering, five days for my appearance to getHORRIBLE.
"Do you have a mirror?"I questioned Michael. His dark brows knitted together.
"I do!"A high soprano voice, that could only belong to Jenna Lightwing, rang. Suddenly, her face appeared over my bed rail. she stuck out her small hand, a tiny mirror in it. I took it greedily, and held it up to my face.
I was suprised by the reflection looking back at me. My long auburn hair had been curled into spirals, spreading out over the white pillow. Someone had applied a dramatic purple eyeshadow to my lids, and made the apples of my cheeks extremely pink."Texas-Pageant-Queen-Pink".
"I look likea doll,"I murmered.
"Oh,two minutes out of a coma, and you're already complaining,"Jenna laughed. "It was just to tempting...you couldn't do anything about it, so I took out the time to...pretty you up.Now, shutup and enjoy it."
"It's not that I don't like it, Jenna...I feel too pretty,"I giggled. "It really is nice, though."
"There's no such thing,"Jenna smiled. I looked at Michael, handing Jenna the mirror at the same time.
"I missed you,"I uttered. "I really did."
"I'll show you how much I missed you, whenwe're home,"Michael teased. I was thankful for the "Texas-Pageant-Queen-Pink" blush, for itmade the blush on my cheeks, a lot less noticeable.
"Did you come and visit me?"I asked my father, once I got home. He smiled and nodded.
"Between meeting, before them, and after them, Amelia,"he swore. I looked at Michael,asking him silently if my father's words were true. He nodded.
Michael was silent, but I was still thankful to him, for he hadn't murdered my father. He'd promised to be on his best behavior.
"It's nice having youback,"my mother cut it. "Your father didn't sleep at all, and trust me...he wouldn't let me, either." I hugged my father again.
"Thanks,Papa,"I whispered in his ear.
"It really is nice to have you call me that, again,"he confided while we hugged. I let go of him, and smiled.
"I'm going to go get settled. The both of you can go back to work, if you'dlike." I knew my father and mother probably had meetings to handle with possible costumers. Someone probably needed a house built, anddecorated.
My father and mother both shook their heads. "They can wait, we want to celebrate your return." I shook my head in opposition.
"Go, I'm in no mood to celebrate,Mother. I got out of a coma two days ago, not arrived home from deployment.There's nothing tocelebrate, here,"I said. My father and mother both shared a glance at one another, and shrugged.
"Have it your way, Amelia. We'll be homeat nine orten,"my mother called, and ten they were both out of the door, leaving Michael and I alone.
Michael stared at me. The dark rings around his eyes were gone, of course. He'd left the hospital a few hours after I woke up, to feed. As much as the thought of him killing someone hurt me, knowing hesuffered a fullthree weeks without feeding hurt worse.
"Let's go upstairs,"Michael suggested, and with that, he walked over to me, swooping me in his arms, and carrying meup the stairs.
"How badly?"Michael asked me, randomly, once he sat me down on my bed.
"What do you mean?"I asked as I pulled off the red scarf and grey trench coat I wore.
"The pain...how badly did it hurt you?"he repeated. I winced at the thought of the searing, white hot, indescribable pain.
I paused, not sureif I should belittle my pain, to spare Michael. I wasn't going to. "Horrible,"I eyed him out of the corner of my eyes, watching the pained look on his flawless face, "absolutely horrible. Like being dumped in an ocean of acid; like being shot with a million bullets; like falling into a pit of gasoline, and having somebody throw in a lit match..."
I stopped speaking. Michael's eyes were wide. "It hurts worse,"he muttered, grabbing my hand.
"What hurts worse, Michael?"I interrogated, as Iran my finger across his chin.
"Being changed into an immortal, Amelia. It hurts a lot worse,"Michael explained.
"How much worse?" I tried as hard as I could to keep the franticsound out of my voice, but as I hard as I tried, I couldn't.
"A thousand times worse...a million times worse.Those scratches only let in a little of the enzymes from the venom, but when you're bitten, it's concentrated, a lot of venom. A million times more,"Michael echoed. He looked frightened for me. I held him to me.
"Well, when the time comes, Michael,"I whispered, "I'll go through'a million times more' because I love you'a million times more'."
"A million times more,"Michael repeated.
I pushed him away gently.
"Don't you have something to show me?"I asked him, thinking about what he said in the hospital.
A smirk played on his lips. "Oh...that...of course...later....in a few days....later,"Michael teased.
"Well, when the time comes, I'm sure you'll make me happy." Micael smiled with me.
"And I'm sure you'll make me happy."Yay me...
But nothing ever happened, and I was growing unbelievably impatient. Iwas dressed for school, and heading off with Michael and Jenna in Michael's car,not wanting toseeanyone from Greenbriar after what had happened the Monday before.
"Are you going to give it to me tonight,"I pressed, after asking Michaelat least three times. I stepped out of the car, not waiting for him to escort me out.
"Be patient,"he called to me as we met up at the head of the car. Jenna laughed behind me.
"Human teenagers and their out of control hormones,"she giggled. Isnapped my head in her direction, my eyes wide. Did she understand whta I'd meant.
"I'll give youyour...gift...soon, darling, just be patient."
His words stuck in my head all day, even as I fought off nosy strangers, asking me about my random fit of screams last Monday. I now sat at lunch with my usual crowd, pouting.
Cellie hadn't spoke to me atall, not once since last Monday. Now, she stared at me, herelectric blue eyes piercing through mine. Her platinum blonde hair was styled differently today. It lay completely straight, not in it's usual crazy, indescribablestyle. Her nose ring was out, her tongue ring was out,her lip piercing was gone, and her ecclectic makeup had been reduced down to a small application of eyeliner. She looked...pretty, but I knew this was all to blame onEmmilyn. emmilyn the scary, savagebeast.
"Amelia,"Jenna called, breaking up Cellie and I's staring contest.I looked at her, slightly disappointed. "Do you want to come back toEarth, now?" I frowned.
"Sure..."Michael was staring at me, too, a smile on his lips.
"I like what you did to your hair, Cellie,"I commented, turning back to my friend.She responded with a weak smile, but said nothing, totally unlike her.
"She says thanks,"Emmilyn broke in, speaking for Cellie.
"I'm sure she has vocal cords of her own, Emmilyn.Cellie knows how to speak,"I snapped at the witch.
"Don't yell at her,"Cellie defended. My jaw dropped. She was defending this...banshee.
"Wait..what?"I gasped, staring back and forth between the two. Emmilyn gave me a smug smile, and shrugged her shoulders.
"'Don't yell at her', I said,"Cellie repeated herself. "She was just speaking to you, because I wouldn't."
I crossed my arms over my chest. "And why is that, Cellie?" I questioned.
Cellie cocked her eyebrow. "Sometimes, peoplesee people for what they really are. I guess it took some time, and a little eye opener for me tounderstand that." Cellie's yes darted toEmmilyn and back to me.
"What do you mean by that?"Isnapped, eyeing Emmilyn,too. Emmilyn only smiled, and shruggedher shoulders, again.
"That's beyond the point here, Amelia. It doesn't matter what I mean, it only mattersthatI've finally realized what you for what you really are." I rolled my eyes, and stood up. i wasn't going to takebeing humiliated in front of Emmilyn.
"I'll talk to you later, Cellie. Once you get that stick out of your a%$,"I growled, and turned around to walk away. I could hear the sound of someone getting up to chase me, but I didn't bother looking at them. It was most likely Emmilyn, coming to annoy me. I felt a cold hand grasp my arm, and whip me around. Michael.
There was a smile on his face.
"What's so funny, Michael?"I demanded. We were standing in the middle of the cafeteria, like a pair of idiots.
"I just want to make your day, Amelia...are you ready for your...gift?"he asked, smiling wider.I furrowed my brows.
"Ifyou didn't notice, Michael, we're inschool, and loosing my virginity in a janitor's closet doesn't sound so appealing,"I snapped. Michael's smile grew ten times in size.
"Human teenagers and their hormones,"he repeated the same thing jenna said before school. He dug in his pocket, recovering something I didn't see, for it was completely covered by his hand.
"Are youready?"he asked of me for the second time.
I shrugged my shoulders non-chalantly.
"Sure, whatever,"I droned. Michael dropped onto one knee, uncovering a little, velvet black box, opening it with one finger. I froze, my eyes widening with shock.
"Suprise..."