Silent Angel Crashes Through the Sky

I burst through the doors of the hospital with the boys in tow. I practically sprinted up to the receptionist. I threw my hands on the counter making her jump a little, looking up at me with concern.

"A man was brought in about an hour ago-"

"Clark!" I turned around when a man's voice interrupted me. It was Brian. We walked towards each other. I put my hands on his arms and he gripped onto my shoulders.

"Where is he? What happened?" Brian looked pale for a vampire. He seemed physically drained. I could see large spots of browning blood on his shirt, skin, and hair.

"We were ambushed. They seemed to know Matt, and Matt seemed to know one of them-"

"Who were they?" Brian shook his head sadly.

"I don't know who they were." I closed my eyes, swallowing to try and get rid of the lump forming in my throat. "The doctor said that he was in a coma." I locked eyes with him. "He's lost a lot of blood. And, we think he has the venom in his system."

My heart sank. My shoulders sunk, and my arms dropped away from Brian. I backed away. I started to feel dizzy, and my knees felt wobbly. I moved over to a chair by the wall and sat down, defeated. The boys all followed, standing near me. Joe sat down next to me, putting his hand on my shoulder. Patrick, standing next to me, put his hand on my other shoulder.

"You think?" I asked Brian, my voice wavering. He nodded.

"I saw the vampire bite him. He cut his wrist, and I think Matt drank from him. I'm not one hundred percent sure, but... So far, he's exhibiting a few signs. But, his body might be fighting it. He might not turn at all." I couldn't hold back all my tears. Some escaped, but I felt a cold hand on my cheek, wiping them away. I sniffled, looking up at Pete standing in front of me. He seemed sad, too.

"Clark... I'm sorry."

"It'll be okay," Andy said softly. Brian looked up to the ceiling slowly.

"The sun will be up soon." He looked at Pete. "We have to go." I noticed Jimmy walking down the hallway. He looked at me, giving me a short small nod, grief evident on his face.

"If you want to go sit with him, he's in room 144. The rest of the guys are right outside. We're all taking turns to sit with him." I stood up, nodding thankfully. I started walking down the hall, but the rest of the boys hung back. I could hear them all start to whisper.

I noticed up ahead, the Zacky sitting in a chair with his head in his hands. He looked up as I approached.

"Hey," he said slowly. "Johnny's inside, but you can go in. We're only allowed in one at a time." I nodded.

"Thank you," I said walking through the door. Johnny was sitting in a chair next to Matt's bed, staring at the floor blankly. He didn't seem to notice that I had came in. "If you want to get some sleep, I'll look after him." Johnny looked up, a little startled. He let out a breath.

"Yeah, okay, thanks." He got up slowly, patting my shoulder as he left. I gulped as I looked at Matt laying still in the bed. He was almost as ghostly a white as the sheets and the walls of his room. The constant beeping of the hospital machines broke the silence harshly.

I walked towards him slowly, almost afraid of disturbing him. I put a hand on his own and pulled away quickly with a gasp when I found how cold he was. I pressed my lips together tightly, not breathing. I sat down in the chair next to him as I started to cry helplessly. I couldn't stop myself.

I was so sick of this.

The ones that I loved... got close too. All dying or dead.

It all felt so hopeless.

Would this all stop if I gave myself to William?

Would all this pain stop?

Would I be happy again?

Could I? Could I ever be happy again?

I wiped my eyes, sniffling and trying to stop the water works. I stared at Matt's shell of a body. Could he hear me?

"Sorry for crying, Matt," I started, my voice still wavering. I cleared my throat. "I'm sorry... for everything." I put my hand on his cold one. I fit my fingers in between his, stroking the palm of his hand with my thumb. "Please don't die," my voice strained. "Please stay alive. Stay human. I need you to stay. I'm sick of people leaving me. If I lose you... I might do something really stupid," I said with a sad smile. I could've sworn I felt a tiny squeeze from his hand, but he didn't stir.

There was a myth amongst hunters that humans had a choice. A choice in the change from human to vampire. No one really knows for sure, but I like to believe it. I don't think vampires themselves really even know. Most vampires tend not to remember being turned, and remember only bits and pieces from their lives. And, if they don't struggle to hold onto those memories, they start to lose them little by little. When a human is bit, the venom courses through their veins, triggering the change. Symptoms included extreme body temperature drop (due to blood loss and any left-over, warm human blood in the system disintegrating and being replaced with cold vampire blood), seizures, aches and pains, black outs (only in extreme cases, mostly due to blood loss), coma, and growing fangs, of course.

I mustered up all the courage I had and leaned over to his mouth. I lifted up his upper lip.

Normal.

I let out a sigh of incredible relief.

Johnny had closed the blinds, for just in case, I suppose, but I could see just a little bit of sunlight peaking through the corners of the plastic vertical blinds. I laid my head down on his bed, still holding his hand. I kept my eyes open, not wanting to fall asleep. I concentrated on the steady beeping, and tried not to let my mind wander to William.

Matt was fighting it.

And, so would I.