Mikey
Legacy Name: Mikey.

Mike had curled up on top of his bed, not knowing what to do right now. It was just so confusing at this moment, and the fact that he wouldn't be able to leave the mansion without getting into more serious trouble than already was giving him nightmares. Now and then, he heard something moving about in the mansion. Doors opening and closing, steps on the hardwood floor, the trickling of water somewhere in the walls... It all densed into a wall of sounds, which made him wonder if he was just like a caged animal waiting to be slaughtered.

Samuel still was visiting him now and then, mostly to change the bandages. But most of the time, he was locked up in his room, unable to leave. He wasn't intending to do so anyway. He still was in too much pain. Anything which was beyond turning around in bed already sent him cringing and panting like mad. Strangely enough, being close to Sam didn't seem to bother him that much. But still, he wasn't exactly looking forward to Samuel's visits.

After three days of his condition getting progressively worse, Samuel called a second angel, to look at Mike's wound. It was a rather sinewy, red-haired angel, with a rather pale face and strangely fuzzy-looking wings, which seemed to be about to disappear at the edges. The red-haired angel bent over Mike, examined his wound for a while, and then gripped something sticking out of it slightly. Mike groaned when he felt the pull on his sore flesh, and it took a while for the pulling motion to stop.

"I'm not surprised that his condition worsened instead of becoming better. There still was a remnant of the blade in his wound." The red-head looked slightly disgusted. "It might only be as big as a toothpick, but you know well enough that this is more than enough to kill a man."

Samuel sighed lightly, but he then cleaned out Mike's wound and patched it up again. "Alright, alright, I should have seen that. But thank you, Hanael. If you hadn't taken a look at it, there would have been little I could have done."

"It's alright."

Hanael grinned, and then observed Mike, who was barely aware of his surroundings. He could hear the two men conversing, but it sometimes barely made any sense to him. Not only because he wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but also because their conversation was coming to his ears only in a strangely blurred way. It had to be because of that blade having struck him.

Samuel sat down at the edge of the bed, looking strangely sad. He brushed his fingers through Mike's hair, sighing to himself and resting his head against Mike's after a while. This strange change of heart in Samuel was unexpected, but it was also welcomed. Mike wanted to know that at least someone was there for him. He wanted to be in someone's arms while he was here, to know that there was someone actually caring for him. The angels had given him some lectures up to this point, none of them having come in a too kind way. If he could just catch a break right now, he would be happy with that.

"Maybe I was going too hard on you." Samuel sighed quietly, which confused Mike. It sounded as though the dark-skinned angel was regretting something. That couldn't be, could it? He had been convinced time and again that the black-winged angels were a bunch of sadistic guys. But there was something so calming and wonderful about Samuel at this very moment that he couldn't help feeling comfortable in his arms. It still was a little awkward and painful to lie here like that, but it was much better than being alone.

"Why the sudden change of heart?" Mike's voice sounded rougher than he was used to, and he tried clearing his throat to get rid of it. But it did nothing for him. Instead, it just felt painful and nothing more. "I thought you didn't like me. You with all of your lectures for me. And with all the other stuff..."

"Be quiet, little punk." Samuel was smiling, though. "You are just so adorable when you're grumpy and acting all tough. But I bet that, deep down, your are just a little softie. You just don't show it around the big mean angels."

"Stop that." Mike blushed and hid his face in the crook of Samuel's neck. "You are not funny."

"I think it's not funny, but rather the truth. You are adorable, even though you try to play hard one. I will get you, my dear little vampire. I will catch you smiling one day, though I will have to work for it, I guess. After all, you didn't see my nice side yet."

Mike looked up at Samuel, really confused by now. "Why are you trying to do that? I thought your tactic was to be really mean to me, so that I would learn some lecture or something like that."

Samuel shrugged, not replying this time. He seemed to have something on his heart, but he wasn't intending to get it off his chest, as it seemed. Mike shrugged lightly to himself, then turned on his side and nuzzled against Samuel. Sure, he had been getting a nice spanking, both physically and mentally, from this exact angel, but there also was a sense of security coming from Samuel. As long as this angel was taking care of him, there was little to fear. At least, Mike was telling himself that, so that he wouldn't go completely crazy with fear in this strange mansion.

After a while, Mike noticed that Samuel seemed to have fallen asleep. Cautiously, he straightened up, to not wake Samuel. He snickered, licking his lips when he saw this very appealing sight before him. This was just how he had fantasized about. Samuel asleep next to him, those wonderful lips slightly parted, wings hidden from sight for now, and the shirt of his outfit slightly open to reveal a peek of the muscular chest beneath. Darn, this sight was just far too hot to be ignored. This couldn't be reality. Samuel was just too sexy to not look at.

"Why do you have to be so attractive...?" Mike was unable to avert his gaze from this man, even though he knew that he most likely wasn't more than a nice little plaything to Samuel. Though, then again, there was a sense of being more to Samuel than first met the eye. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but it was nothing he could have pushed out of his conscience and just have been done with.

He slowly got up from the bed, feeling strangely empowered and relaxed after Hanael had removed that strange splinter. He was sure that Hanael had laid the little black object on the table on the other side of the room, but when he got there, there was just a tiny spot of grey dust there, but nothing else. Blinking in surprise, Mike prodded at the specks of dust lightly, but it still was unsettling to him. If this thing just dissolved outside of his body, did that mean that it had been feasting on his energy or something like that?

Sitting down in the chair (and with a slight grunt, as the wound was healing up, but still not quite closed), Mike pondered his current situation. The angels didn't quite like him, with the possible exception of Samuel. He didn't have any idea why Samuel suddenly seemed to take a liking to him. It was just so out of the blue. Why did Samuel suddenly insist on being with him, instead of lecturing him on how bad of a vampire he was?

A small grunt came from the bed, and Mike flinched. Had Samuel woken up already? He peeked back at the bed, but only saw Samuel laying on his stomach, snoring softly into the sheets, and looking rather peaceful while he was laying there all sprawled out. He couldn't hold in a quiet snicker about it. After all, in his mind, angels were supposed to be either merciless or dignified creatures, maybe even more graceful than a vampire with a high awareness of how they appeared to others. In this case, however, Samuel looked about as graceful as a wooden shoe.

Mike slowly got up, stretching cautiously and returning to Samuel's side. After a while of hesitation, he cuddled up against the angel, closing his eyes and shuddering when he felt the warmth seeping into his body. Samuel, for some reason, felt like a heating blanket. But it was soothing for him, and the wound didn't sting any longer as it had before. Mike hoped that he soon would be recovering to full health, but for some reason, he had the feeling that he wouldn't be allowed to leave even then. The angels had deemed him a prisoner, after all. But he still saw a chance of getting out of here if he just waited for the perfect chance.

"Did you get out of bed without asking first?" Samuel blinked up at him, smirking in a drowsy and still oddly sexy manner. Mike shrugged lightly, curling up against Samuel as he was pulled into the angel's hug. "Forget it. I'm just happy that you're there."

"That's a first." Mike blushed, nuzzling against Samuel and slowly drifting off into sleep. But he still would have to ask the angel why he had changed his opinion so suddenly.

code, art and graphics by myself

story by CheroshSeiphar