Angel

Another day in California! Plus, today's the day I have to meet Michael. It's getting embarrassing that I'm missing our meetings.

I lazed around, doing the usual chores around the house till evening, where I thought I should go meet him.

Changing into blue denim jeans and a white v-neck shirt, I donned a jacket for extra warmth and headed out, locking the door when I left.

Michael's house was eerily quiet when I reached the gates. I can't see anyone.

When was the last time I visited his house? I believe it was nighttime back then.

But him being awake at night, by night I mean really early morning was creeping me out.

And that shadow from...last night...it ran like the wind...besides, it came from Michael's house's direction too.

Oh, I'll assume he's superhuman, 'cause the gates started to open by themselves, as it did last time.

I was greeted by his helper, who introduced herself as Kelly. She brought me inside and for once I realised how beautiful all the helpers are; as I walked through the hallways of the house. Every single helper I passed had the same features as Kelly: Porcelain skin, immense beauty, and young with that twinkle in their eyes.

Kelly led me to a room that was currently closed, and she told me to go in. I followed her instructions with a sense of confusion; why send me into a room?

But that didn't matter. Michael was on his bed, and he greeted me with a smile. I felt as if time was frozen. I was just staring into his eyes, those mesmerising eyes... and his beautiful smile...

"Angel?" Michael was snapping his fingers and I came back to reality, still however sort of fixated on his lips.

"Angel, please. Talk to me. You're not responding." Michael's voice rang in my ears.

"Oh, I'm so sorry... It's just that... It's... Your smile, it's beautiful." I stammered.

"I hate my smile, Angel... since time immemorial. But..." Michael was lost for words.

"Why hate your smile? It's gorgeous. I bet many girls fell for you, didn't they?" I teased.

"Yeah, they did..." Michael looked away from me.

"Aw, stop being such a party pooper. Cheer up!" I tried ways to make him happy.

"...Do I have your trust?" He asked. That was not what I expected, but I could think of an answer.

"Yes, of course. You can trust me." I was holding his hand now.

"I... thank you." He says, before covering his mouth and found a pair of aviators to cover his eyes, as if something was wrong with them, "Angel, I think...you...better leave..."

"Why should I?"

"Please...go..." He released his grip on his mouth and revealed a pair of keen fangs, making my assumption about him true in a way: he was a superhuman, but he now looked more like a vampire.

Not daring to be in any kind of danger, I ran away from the house, in fear, yet not completely terrified of the man that seemed to show part of his true colours.

Michael... could he really be? Why am I not fearing him? I should be scared, and about to go insane. Yet, Michael... he must be playin' me. He must be kidding. Yeah, he is. I'm just going to control this fear that came out of nowhere and be in denial. Michael is NOT a vampire.

Kelly ran after me, but I outran her and reached my house. Locking the door after I entered, I sat down at the door. That's when I heard banging on the door, and when I looked through the peephole, Kelly was there, panting like crazy. Seeing her this way, I decided to let her in, and give her some time to rest in my home.

"I'm so sorry about that, Angel, Michael has some, um...abnormalities. Please forgive him for that," Kelly apologised.

Abnormalities? Could that explain it? I have no time to think about this.

"I see, tell Michael I'm sorry for reacting that way. I hope he forgives me about... running away."

"Oh, many people have done the same-" Kelly covered her mouth as if she had said something wrong. Many people? Michael lived 20 years of his life in such a house and yet many people can visit him? Something is fishy.....

"I'm sorry, I better leave." Kelly stood up and left me alone in the house, confused more than ever.

Abnormalities? Michael? Fangs? Desperate covering of eyes in an awkward situation? Blood-coloured wine? 

Michael... just what are you?