little fangs;

arsynia:

the house was cozy and complete. there were still things you had to get used to, such as the shadows that seem to part whenever you moved. or the eyes that followed your every movement.

you didn’t want to think that michael was suspicious of you. 

but you did. 

and a small part of you felt unsettled and–dare you say–disappointed. still, that didn’t negate the promise you made to him. 

i’ll always be by your side. 

you saw michael with his leg stretched out on the dining room table. he was biting out of an apple, back leaned against the chair. his hair had grown just a bit, but in no way did it detract from his boyishness. 

“good morning (name),” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 

timidly, you waved at him, suddenly feeling bad for thinking those negative thoughts. “hey michael,” you responded. then, in an effort to lighten your situation, you added, “that apple looks evil, don’t choke on it.” 

a quiet laugh slipped out of michael’s mouth as he placed the half-eaten apple on the tabletop. “not as evil as i am.” a smile played on his lips. 

you had to remember that he wasn’t human nor was he a force of good. he had, and will always, be the dark, the corrupter, the antichrist. 

“i think you are very nice, michael.” 

“do you? i already told you, i’m the antichrist,” he said, quirking up a teasing eyebrow. with one finger, he beckoned you towards him. without any hesitation, you walked up to him. michael’s legs withdrew from the table as he slid back the seat.

immediately, you sat down on his lap. a dark blush tainted your cheeks and michael was quick to notice. he was pleased but you could see the mischief behind his stormy eyes. 

“i, um, felt things,” you said, mind wandering again to the shadows and imaginary eyes. your fingers curled on the fabric of your jeans, before climbing their way up to michael’s shoulders. 

his response was a hum. 

“like…stuff, shadows, and eyes. are they yours?” 

you noticed his eyes roaming over your front until trailing back onto your face. he was contemplating something, you knew that, but you couldn’t help but notice something hidden behind his gaze. the storm in them suddenly parted to a hurricane, a flurry of hidden ideas and thoughts. 

you knew already that there were things he will never discuss with you. 

“yes, those are mine. i just want to make sure you are safe,” michael replied, shrugging his shoulders. once again, his facade returned to nonchalance. 

a frown etched itself in your wary face. michael’s hand found purchase upon your cheek, slowly caressing it. the gesture soothed you, but it didn’t quell your rapid heartbeats. 

“i’m safer than ever in this home.” 

“i know, but there are wolves out there, little sheep. wolves that will come and destroy what’s ours–what’s mine.” his smile turned wider and all of a sudden, you saw two teeth that were too sharp to be considered human. 

a part of you wondered what would happen if you pricked your finger on them. 

to be bitten by the antichrist, the destroyer, wouldn’t that be a dream?

“(name), are you listening?” michael’s voice echoed into your head, snapping you out of your fantasy. once again you noticed his fangsteeth first, their appearance highlighted in stark contrast to his pale lips. 

“yes, michael, i am,” you replied, placing a hand on his. 

this pleased michael enough for him to wear that familiar boyish satisfaction on his face.