What lies within... Chapter four

The refreshing ray of the morning sun found it's way into Michael's room causing him to throw the blanket over his face, in effort to prevent it's continuous contact on his face. His mother would not let him be, she entered into his room, drew the curtains wide open and then stripped him of his blanket allowing the sun to devour him whole.

"Ouch! Sunlight, no!" Michael grumbled squeezing himself into a ball.

"Get up vampire, you have to go open the store now!" she yelled.

"No!" Michael said turning his face away from her.

"If your dad comes and finds you still lying down, only God will save you" she threatened.

"Okay mom" he said rising from his bed, he took the keys on the cupboard and began to head out. Michael had never liked being threatened like this, although he was in his early twenties he still depended on his parents and had to do whatever they asked.

"Don't to brush your teeth and pray" she shouted. The store had been built as an extension of the house allowing easy access for within, with a stone fence that surrounded the house connected to the store making its walls a part of the fence.

Michael murmured as he opened each lock on the door, he had hated the store all his life. Although it was his source of feeding it was also his prison, for his father would always prevent him from exploring opportunities with the store as an excuse. Michael dreaded the day his father began teaching him his trade.

"Stupid store!" he muttered.

"It is indeed stupid" the voice said.

"What is it you want this time?" Michael asked.

"How long has it been?" it asked ignoring his question.

"How long has what been?".

"You know what I mean!" it yelled.

"You mean the break up? It's been three weeks now" Michael said pushing the door he had now successfully unlocked.

"Yes three weeks" it voice echoed in his head, "and what did she do on the day she broke up with us?".

"She went straight to his house" Michael said squeezing his fist tightly.

"Whose house?" its dark aura began expanding, growing thicker by the minute.

A tear fell down Michael's cheek as he answered, "I don't know".

"Whose house!?" it demanded in a loud tone.

"I said I don't know damn it!" Michael yelled, his legs trembling from sadness and grief as they gripped his already scarred heart once more.

"Whose house!?".

Michael could take it no more and yelled, "His!".

"Yes, you see that, that feeling of blood boiling, it's called rage, embrace it. Now tell me, are you okay with that?".

"No!" Michael said, his eyes red from anger.

"Will you let me in now?" it asked with a grin on its face.

"No" Michael answered.

"Let me in and you shall never feel pain again" it persuaded.

"No, I won't, not after what happened last time".

"Last time he deserved it" it said.

"No, he didn't" Michael yelled letting the memories flood his mind, memories of the sin he had performed. He could hear him screaming, begging for mercy.

"Michael please don't do this, I didn't know, I swear, I didn't know". But Michael had no longer been in control, thus no mercy was spared on him as he bashed in his victims head with his fist. Around the room were scattered pieces of body parts both internal and external from his victim.

"But that wasn't you Michael" the voice said trying to convince him otherwise.

"Lies, all lies, it was my hands that did the sin, I did that... I killed him" Michael said sobbing at his feet with his arms tightly folded around his legs.

"We killed him, you and I, we are one" the voice echoed in his head as Michael sat still in shock, with the screams of his victim still roaring in his head. He couldn't take it anymore and then passed out, crashing to the ground.

"Good, all you need to do is submit" the voice said taking full control of his body.

'Ring! Ring! Ring!', Michael's phone vibrated in his pocket. It reached in to answer it and grinned at the name written on the phone, 'GRACE'.