The Clave: A Narrative Fiction

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Luke rolls his eyes, “I already know about the Clave. If you came here to warn me, you can leave and take your haughtiness with you.” “My haughtiness? I am not being haughty!” The vibrant red head pulls back in disbelief. “You are too.” Luke states. “I am not!” Michael stares, ”I didn’t come here to fight, Luke.” “Oh, did you come here to disregard more of my wishes for my life then? Did you come here to choose my next hair cut? Or would you like to do to the opposite of my wishes with something much bigger?” Luke questions with a sickening sweetness in his voice. “Do you want to go ahead and out me? Tell the whole world my sexuality?” He raises his eyebrows, and lets a small smile play on his lips. “Or maybe you want to come lock me …show more content…

And on top of it the car was on fire. I didn’t have a choice.I had to pull you from that car. If I didn’t you would have burned to death, before anyone got to us. But the pipe had left so much damage to you that when I pulled it out to get you free, I couldn’t stop the bleeding. You were dying beneath my hands! You would have never survived long enough for an ambulance to get there, there was so much fucking blood! It was pouring out of your body and pressure wasn’t helping. Your clothes and my clothes were soaked in it and I just couldn’t – I couldn’t just hold you as you slipped away from me forever.” Michael doesn’t try to stop the tears falling down his …show more content…

Because in trying to keep from losing me forever is exactly what cost you of me. Instead of having me die in your arms as your’s, you now have to live with the fact I’ll live forever resenting you.” The tears fell down his face. “You’ll forgive me over time.” Michael tried to state with confidence, but Luke could hear the doubt in his voice. “Are you really so sure?” Luke asks dryly, as he leans back and wipes his face with both his hands. “I’m sure that what we have between us is strong enough to overcome this. I’m confident that in time you will accept your life as a vampire.” This time there is no doubt in his voice. What happens next shocks Michael, Luke laughs, actually laughs like it was the funniest joke. “What’s so funny?” Michael asks gritting his teeth, not bothering to hide his growing anger. Luke laughs a few more times and takes a moment to collect himself. The time it takes feels like forever to Michael and he only grows more agitated from

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