As your echoing screams drifted off into the air, you heard some laughing. You shot your eyes open and blinked. This time, what you saw was even more shocking.

"MICHAEL?! What are you doing here? Didn't you hear me screaming for you?", you asked, irritated and sad that he thought this was funny. "What are you talking about, babe? I've been here the whole time!"

He shoved his cold fingers into his pocket and helped you up. You winced from the pain and looked into his brown eyes. "So, you saw me fall? I thought you were gone forever! There was this zombie-vampire guy who was after me, and I was running for him! I ran so fast that I tripped over a stick and fell down. That's how I hurt my ankle."

You were speaking so fast that Michael could barely understand your slurring words. "I don't mean to assume this or hurt your feelings...but, baby...are you drunk?"

You hold in a laugh and scoff. He shrugs his shoulders and picks you up, swinging his left hand under your knees and holding you up with his right hand. You're caught off guard by his actions that you yelp and he giggles.

"C'mon, I'll take you home."

He began walking back to the car and you looked up at the moon, hanging in the sky. You breathed a sigh of relief and looked back.

Before you knew it, you swore you saw a figure in the distance. You hit Michael's shoulder repeatedly before he turned to face you. "What's wrong, dear?"

You stared at him for five minutes straight. His eyes suddenly changed color and were a mustard color of yellow. His pupils became small and cat-like. You rubbed your eyes shut and looked again. It was gone.

"Nothing...nothing at all. I'm just tired."

"Hehe...ok, babygirl." He proceeded to take you to the car and drive off. You both made it home and got into bed.

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You both were settled down and laying nearly under the covers. It was silent until you had to confess something that was on your mind. "Michael, baby?", you sat up and swallowed. He shuffled and faces you. "Yes, Y/N?" "I'm sorry we didn't get to go to the party tonight. I wish we could've. It would have been fun."

Even though it was dark, Michael could still see you pouting. He sat up and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. "Aww, don't feel bad. I just hope you're feeling better. Is your ankle alright? I can go get some ice if you need it!"

You shook your head and rubbed his chest. "Yes, I'm fine. You don't need to do that. I really am glad you're not upset. To tell you the truth, I need you."

He cut you off from your thoughts and kissed your lips softly. Your lips met his and you both kissed for a while. You pulled away and so did he. "I love you, Y/N. Sweet dreams." "I love you more, Mikey. Goodnight."

He giggled and you both went to sleep. You forgot to take your finished glass of water into the kitchen, and it was on his nightstand. "I should've taken this sooner," you thought. You crept to his side of the bed and picked the glass up.

You turned around and felt a presence on you. You looked down at him sleeping, and saw something frightening, yet sexy.

Michael was sleeping with his eyes open and they were the same color as before: cat eyes with a yellow tinge. You blinked and they were still there.

"Michael, honey. Wake up!" He jumped at the shriek in your voice and his eyes started changing. "What's wrong, Y/N?" You gave him a mirror and he gasped. He started laughing and you put the glass back down, steadily. "What is it?"

He grabbed your hand and grabbed your waist, noticing your expression. "I forgot to take out my contacts. That's why my water was left here on the nightstand. These are for my new 'short film' I'm doing, called 'Thriller'. You probably saw them earlier when I thought I lost you in the woods. I should've called your name and told you it was me. I didn't mean to scare you, baby. They light up, and I'm supposed to wear them for certain periods of time throughout the day. Go back to sleep, baby. I've got it from here." He smiled and kissed you then took the glass, his contact solution, and his contacts to the bathroom.

You sighed and shook your head. You laid down and glanced at the door. A pair of gold eyes winked at you, from the door. "Goodnight, Michael..."you said to him. He walked off and snickered to himself.

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Hope you enjoyed this 'Thriller'. 😉