Antidote
Never in your life had you imagined yourself falling from a building on your own accord. It would only take you seconds before you would hit the pavement – they were the longest seconds of your life. It felt like minutes as you were falling and squeezing your eyes shut against the cold wind. But you also didn't want to see the streets below coming towards you.
There was a big chance you were going die, but one of Michael's glances had been different. And that's what lead you to trust your gut feeling.
You took a large breath. The adrenaline in your body was too much to handle.
Something strong suddenly gripped around you, squeezing you until you almost couldn't breathe.
You didn't dare to open your eyes yet.
“Listen to me,” Michael's heavenly voice said, “you're going to get a taxi and you will go to my lab. The antidote is right there were I left it.”
You managed to open your eyes, sensing you were standing on the pavement as he still had his arms around you, his face close to yours. He was leaning towards your neck, making it look like he was going to strike any second now.
“Milo will come after you, but I will try to hold him off as long as I can. He's taken a lot of my blood so I won't be as strong. I'm sorry. I have failed you, I should've ended him as soon as I learned of his transformation.”
You wanted to speak, but found you couldn't even open your mouth. Your body was frozen with fear, adrenaline – the anticipation of death.
“But we'll beat him this time, okay? Together. You've been incredibly strong. I know you've got this.” He grabbed your shoulders and shook. “Now go!” He pushed you towards the street and it took you a second to notice the cab in front of you. Michael had probably already waved him down while talking to you.
Everything seemed like a dream. There was this haze around you. Reality was hard to grasp at the moment.
You opened the door and got in, telling the driver were to go. You sat there, not moving, not looking around you, not trying to see if Michael was already getting murdered by Milo. He was weak and Milo was probably beyond pissed right now. His plan to get his friend over to his side had failed. Michael wasn't a monster yet. Even draining him hadn't turned him rogue.
Milo hadn't seen that one look you and Michael had shared. It had been less than a second. But it had been enough to let you know he was still sane. It was the only reason you had thrown yourself off of the balcony. There had been a sliver of hope. And that had been enough to take the gamble.
Milo had been too careless. But he would be no longer. Michael might've been his best friend, but surely Milo had his limits as well. Yes, he would try and kill Michael.
A familiar building popped up in front of you. You had been out of it the entire ride, not wanting to pay attention to anything. But you were finally at the lab. And Milo hadn't caught up yet.
The lab is dark once you enter. Only a few lights are on, illuminating enough for you to see where you're going. You'd seen the antidote. The fluorescent fluids in a vail with syringe next to the computers. And it was exactly where you'd last seen it.
A low growl echoed through the room. The hairs on the back of your neck raised at the sound. It couldn't be...
You didn't wait for him to reveal himself, you ran for your life towards the computers, your arm stretched towards the vails as you knew you had to grab it before he grabbed you.
The air got knocked out of your lungs when he crashed into you, flinging you to the floor as he pressed himself hard against you.
You cursed out loud, angry at yourself for not running fast enough, for not getting the antidote in time.
And then the fear set in. Milo looked pissed, his face bloodied, his vampire state hoovering over you as his lips curled upwards to reveal his canines.
“Where's Michael?” you dare to ask under your breath as you try to wiggle yourself free. You kicked up your legs but it only made him press himself harder against you, enclosing you with his larger body.
“Dealt with,” he said.
You could see the antidote from the corners of your eyes. You had been so close.
Milo chuckled without humour, he sounded pure evil. How could a man like him turn bad in such a short time?
Maybe that's what humanity had done to him. You had told him everyone got bullied, but in the end, he had probably gotten the hardest blows. Not only did he get bullied, get made fun of, he also had to deal with the lingering taste of death each time he took a breath.
The cure had helped him. Made him feel like he was at the top of the chain instead of at the bottom. And then he crossed the line by taking lives without mercy.
“Playtime is over,” he hissed and you didn't even register the pain at first as he closed the distance between his face and your neck. His sharp teeth breached your skin, not with care, but like a wild dog who'd been starving for food.
You screamed your lungs out. It was almost unbearable. Your hands gripped the back of his coat, pulling, squeezing, anything to get him off of you. Your breaths came out in sobs as you felt him drawing your blood from your neck. You weren't sure if you'd ever had felt so much pain before.
Your cries echoed through the space, your screams made your own ears rings.
This had to be your end.
But a miracle happened.
Milo ripped his teeth out of your flesh, terror on his face as he leaned back. His chin was dripping with your blood, his fangs not white but red as it was everywhere.
“You just couldn't kill me, could you?” came a voice from behind Milo.
Milo started slumping over you, his whole body becoming heavy and unresponsive. He quickly got pulled off of you, giving you the space to finally breath. Although you were having a hard time as every breath hurt your throat and you quickly clamped your hand over your bleeding wound. You were bleeding too much already.
Despite your dizziness, you could see a familiar figure standing over you. He had thrown Milo away from you, not caring where or how he landed.
“Michael,” you whispered, a surge of happiness making you feel even more lightheaded.
He looked terrible. But he was alive. You might look even worse, though.
He leaned towards you, carefully putting his arms beneath you as he picked you up.
“I thought you were dead,” you said, cringing a little at the pain shooting through your neck.
He smiled. “Me too, but it turns out having doctors as friends is quite helpful. Especially when they turn up just in time.”
A woman came peaking around the corner of the entrance. You had seen her in photos – she had worked with Michael before he had become a vampire.
“This is Martine Bancroft,” Michael said. “It's her fault I became a monster.”
The woman frowned her dark brows and shot him a look. “Hey, I only gave you the cure you made, Morbius. Now stop talking and help her.”
You already liked her.
Michael's lips turned upwards, a small grin appearing as he looked you over. “On it, doctor.”