X • Ricky's POV • X

Whatever happened, that just suddenly made Chris snap out of his anger torwards me, must've been some sort of miracle. I don't question miracles. However, with every drop of good, there's always a flood of bad. I knew I mad Ghost mad, but I had no clue how mad... I can't believe he did this to me.

He took my voice away! From what I understand, I'm stuck in some sort of Little Mermaid type situation. Ghost has my voice, like a possession, and he's the only one that can give it back. He won't listen to Chris, no matter how much he's out of line doing so. I couldn't tell you why Chris and the others put up with Ghost treating them so shitty. Maybe it's because they know that's not him, but who wants to deal with that all the time?

To shed a little light on why Ghost has been such an asshole, that's not fully who he is. See, mental illnesses that affect humans are rarely found in vampires, but when they are, the cases are a hundred times worse than any human. The mind of a vampire is extremely fragile. Imagine it like teeter totter scale. It's so delicately balanced, that a feather could cause the whole thing to shift. Ghost has Multiple Personality Disorder. He's a mishmash of characters, all in one body and one head.

These sides of him come and go, but whichever is around, will stay for a good bit. I haven't seen the asshole side of him in a long time, and I hope it goes away soon. Last time, it took forever to leave. All his sides have difference control over his powers too. This one may know how to use them, but not to their full extent. The side of Ghost that really is him, that luckily we do see the most, he knows very well how to use his powers.

Hopefully, the real Ghost, the real Devin, comes back soon so I can have my voice and my best friend back. I just have to put up with it for now. At least, I've got Chris back on my side.

I was really scared I had finally lost his trust. Something must've been fucking with his head to make him lash out at me like that, because now, he's being really caring. In fact, more caring than he ever was. Did he finally come to realize it was a mistake to treat me like shit? I never did anything wrong, that I know of. That is, if I don't take credit for Angelo's death, which was all my fault. No matter what the others say, I know without me, Angelo would still be alive.

The others will tell me, his time was spent anyways. I don't believe that. He was the second most powerful and important vampire in the entire world. You can't tell me that it was "just his time." I know, from little comments he's made, that Chris does hold me to fault for it. Angelo left me to him though, so hopefully, he's seeing that I am all he has left of him. I think that's why he's treating me better.

I'm aloud to leave my room again, and I can even go upstairs. It's kind of weird having so much freedom. I'm not used to it. I can't explain the feeling. I guess it's just because I was kept locked away, under heavy guard, for so long that I still feel like it's wrong to just be walking around like this. Obviously, I didn't want to abuse it either, so I was careful where I went. I just stuck to the few places I previously had gone when Balz and Ryan would let me out of the caverns. That consisted of the kitchen, the library, a few bedrooms, and one of the living rooms. It was a mansion after all, so that wasn't even a forth of the place.

I walked into the kitchen, seeing Ryan making food. It was early in the "morning" meaning the sun was setting. The light from the sunset coated the room in an orangy color. it was so beautiful, and reminded me of my days as a free angel. I wanted to watch the sun set, but the others yelled at me to go to bed. Here, I don't have to worry about that.

"Morning." Ryan smiled as I sat down at the center counter.

"Morning? ...Ricky?" I heard Tyler question. "Whoa, wait. I'm confused. Weren't you all locked up?"

I glanced back at the kitchen table to see him, Nikki, and Nick having coffee. Ashley walked in, grabbing a grapefruit off the counter as Ryan replied, "He's off probation, and Ghost is kind of on probation. Chris gave Ricky free roaming as kind of... compensation, for what Ghost did to him."

"I'm scared to ask." Nikki muttered, tilting his coffee mug up to his lips.

"He can't speak. Ghost took his voice, for the time being." He said. "Whenever Devin is... Devin, again, he'll snap out of it and fix this. Ricky's a mute for now though."

"He pretty much was before." Nick mumbled, but Ashley hit him on the back of the head as she passed him.

"Be nice." She sneered. She took as seat, glancing over at me with a smile, then looking past me at Ryan. "It's too bad Ghost has to be immune to anesthesia. We could just put him in a medically induced coma until he went back to normal."

As she was speaking, Balz walked into the kitchen. "Who are you talking about?" He asked.

"Dev." Ryan replied.

"Oh, he'll never be normal." He snickered.

Ryan pointed his spatula at him, saying, "Look who's talking."

Balz laughed. "Okay, none of us will ever be normal. That doesn't mean I don't want eggs. Are they done yet?"

"Two more minutes."

"Ugggghhhh I can't wait that loooonnng. I'm hungry."

I heard the door swing open, but I didn't give much thought to it. Until, the voice that followed sent chills up my spine. I felt a cold breeze wash over my skin, in a good, electrify way.

"You and I both." Chris replied to Balz. He drew in a sharp breath as his voice grew closer to me. "But I'm hungry for something else."

Before I even had time to realize what he was saying, he was behind me. Right behind me, with his cold breath falling down my neck. He pushed some of my hair out of my face, taking in the scent of my skin. I did flinch a little bit, mostly because it's been a while since anyone has drank my blood. Not counting when Ghost did a few days ago. I mean, exclusively did it (without having sex with me.)

"Angel?" He whispered in my ear, obviously not caring about the other people in the room.

I nodded my head before he even asked, because I knew the question. Angels have no sense of pain, so it doesn't hurt me in the least bit, but it does still make me a little light headed. And something about this felt different. It wasn't just "hey can I drink your blood?" No, he was being very romantic and sexual about it. That's not like Chris, or at least, not like how he acts towards me.

He tangled his hand up in my hair and tilted my neck back a bit. Chris leaned in, putting his hand on my leg. I knew he would say he was just trying to keep me still, but it was pretty damn far up my leg. His teeth punctured my inner shoulder, and as they sunk in, he let out a... moan... what... the... Did he really... oh my God. I went to cross my legs, by instinct, but forgot he had a hand down there. He pushed my leg down powerfully, making this even worse. Fuck, he's gotta be so damn hot, doesn't he? This man just oozes sex, and I can't have him.

As he pulled away, blood staining his perfectly kissable lips, he planted one on the side of my head. Then he just... left. Hell of a man... fuck. I hate to see him leave but I love to watch him go... hehe... There's still other people in the room.

I glanced back at Balz and Ryan, who stood on the other side of the counter. Their eyes were wide, and mouths speechless.

"Okay, then..." Balz said, diverting his eyes from mine and stealing some food from the plate Ryan had just put together.

"Hey!" Ryan snapped. He shook his head, laughed. "There must be crazy in the air!"

"There's always crazy in the air. Chris is just acting out because it's his way of dealing with the fact that the memorial service is today." Balz explained.

Oh, yeah... It is. Chris tends to "act out" as Balz put it. He not old bottles emotions, but he buries it. And of all the things he could use to cover up his pain, he uses lust and sex. He brings home all those women, constantly. It's not just for a bite, it's to put off dealing with his emotions a little while long. Did I seriously just become his next prey though? He's straight! He would never go for me! ...Would he?