Cree let out a sigh of relief. She shook her head with a strange expression. "No, it...you were mumbling something, dreaming I guess. And then you fell right out of bed...so I was just checking on you..." she trailed off.
"Never noticed it before...your eyes are completely black." Cree widened her eyes. "Wow...but anyways, what were you dreaming?"
Cree made a quick face. "You're not a freak...just different. At least you're not completely f*cked up or anything..." She rubbed at his cheek absentmindedly then pulled her hand back at realizing what she was doing.
Cree placed her hands in her lap, blushing lightly, then looked to him with a unusually serious expression. "Maybe you're talking in your sleep has something to do with you no longer taking blood? Or has this been happening...you know, longer than this?"
Cree sat down indian style, placing her elbow on her thigh as she leaned on her hand. "Longer than this...what, you have some skeletons in your closet? Issues from your past catching up with you?" She leaned her head off her hand and placed her face inches away from, looking into his eyes. "Or maybe...something else?"
She backed away and in a singsong voive spoke. "Why are you here, Michael? What could've driven you to here, of all places?"
Cree sat down in the darkness, the room dimly lit from the light in the hallway. She glanced to her side then sighed, balling up her fist into the soft black carpet.
She got up off the ground and walked to the doorway, sticking her head out into the hall to see Michael storming off. Cree sucked up her breath, then closed her eyes. "Michael! I...for what it's worth, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."
Cree shrugged, shaking her head as she made her way to the kitchen. "Shoulda just minded my own damn business, made my cocoa, then went back to bed...but no, had to be curious..." she muttered to herself as she switched on the light to the kitchen.
Cree winced slightly at hearing the door slam. She shook it off, then made her hot chocolate in the silence of the morning. She looked out the window, comforted by the full moon under the dark sky. "Day hasn't broken yet..."
She finished up her cocoa, tossing it into the dishwasher as she looked out into the hall. She considered following after Michael but figured the last thing he'd want is her on his trail. "Would be fun...but so would sleep."
She raised an eyebrow, starting to make her way upstairs, but stopped at the foot of the stairs, to tired to even make it up there. She shrugged, instead heading for the sofa and collapsed onto it, into a unusually restless sleep.
Michael walked down the street and then back up the street thinking aboot what cree started to say and then he ended up back at the house and then he walked back in the house and then he looked around and saw cree just sitting their he started to have the urges to have blood but then michael started to fight back so he walked to his room and then he locked himself in it and then he lay on the bed wide awake.
The rain...
The rain splashed down cold onto her forehead, adding onto the overall chill in the atmosphere. She opened up her eyes groggily to see the sky overcast, the clouds grey. Her neck was throbbing heavily, her lips dry with blood.
She sat up, looking to her bloodied hands, feeling a sense of fear. "What happened...?"
Cree bolted upwards of the sofa, her eyes wide open, her black short gown completely bathed in a cold sweat. She looked around at her surroundings, expecting a roll of thunder, her breath still shaky. But...it was a clear night, only the moon illuminating the sky.
Cree looked around, still in a sense of shock then placed her head in her hands with a weak smile and strange expression in her eyes. "And I'm the one asking about skeletons in closets..."
Cree swung her legs off the sofa and clutched onto a nearby pillow as she looked out of a huge window. She hadn't had that dream in awhile, a few months to be exact. Every time she had it...ironically enough, to her anyway, she had to feed.
Cree turned her gaze to the guestroom she had heard open up less than a few minutes ago. 'And what do you know, have a guest here ripe for the picking...'
She got up unsteadily, creeping to the room, stopping herself at the door. She reached for the handle, then closed her eyes in thought. 'Oh, come on Cree, just one little bite, he'd never know, he wouldn't bite you back, he's right insi-'
"NO!" she shouted to herself outside the door, snapping open her eyes. She looked around quickly, placing a hand over her mouth, then back away from the door and back to the sofa. She sat back down, placing her feet up to her chest as she started to watch the sky.
"Wait it out until morning...then I'll get myself synthesized blood...but until then, just wait..." She took a deep breath, then looked out into the window, praying for daylight to come by soon.