This Must be Fiction

Ville was not in bed when I woke up the next morning. I checked the spot next to me, noticing that it hadn't been filled for a while. I began getting up when I heard a rustling coming from my chest. There was a note taped to it. I started laughing as I plucked the paper from my shirt and read:
'Went to get breakfast for both of us. Be back soon.
Love, Ville.'

I yawned and scuffled into the bathroom. The smell of bacon was strong when I walked out.

Ville was sitting on a bar stool in the kitchen, flipping through television stations.

"Morning." I said. He hopped off his seat and greeted me with a kiss.

"You slept in late." He said. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was nearing noon.

"It's not like I had anything to do today anyway." I said. He pushed a plate of food in front of me while we both sat at the counter. I crossed my legs over-top his.

"I wasn't sure." his fingers ran up and down my legs lightly.

"How was your breakfast?" I asked casually. He looked at me with big eyes.

"What an unusual question for you to ask."

"Well I figure that I'm going to have to learn to get breakfast for myself soon enough, so you probably should start telling me how everything works." I shrugged casually. Maybe the thought of becoming a vampire hadn't really set in with me. Obviously I knew the dangers, and the damage that was going to come because of it, but at the moment, it just seemed like a big idea that I wasn't a part of. At least, for the moment.

"I don't know... can't it wait?" He asked.

"Can it? We have no idea how long we have until Jonna finds us... Just us living here is a constant reminder of the fact that we're hiding. Maybe it's better just to... get it all over with." I fiddled with my food, trying not to make eye contact with Ville. He shifted his legs from underneath me and stood up. He walked towards the door and leaned against it, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. I stood and walked towards him, but he put his hands up to stop me.

"Ville, what did I say?" I asked. His discomfort was obvious. It hurt me to think that I had caused him to feel this way, but I knew I had.

"You don't understand." He said, closing his eyes and banging his head back on the door. I stepped to him and pulled him from the door, leading him to the couch. We sat next to each other.

"Try me."

"You don't understand what it's like to be talking about... this with you." He motioned to his body. "Do you ever think about the amount of guilt I feel about this?"

"I guess not."

"It's easier to just not talk about it." He grabbed my hands and started making small circles on my palms with his thumbs.

"We can't ignore it. This is the reality of the situation."

"I can't imagine a day when I don't wake up seeing your beautiful rosy smile and amazing green eyes. And while maybe you don't see the beauty in the little imperfections on your face, I do. The way you talk, smile, think, act, feel... it's all human. Will some of it remain the same when you're changed? Yes. But some of it change? Yes. The mere thought of you becoming one of us tears my soul to pieces." He paused, but I knew he had more to say. "And while I say all this to you, I know that we will be an even more amazing couple and perhaps be even more in love, if that's possible. I know that things will change for the better. But it's the negatives that have me worried. It's those little details that make me so scared that things are going to be terribly different."

He stopped and took a deep breath. I was shocked to hear him say all of this. I had no idea that he felt this way. Well, I had some sort of clue as to what was bothering him, but it is not as easy for me to read Ville as it is for him to read me. I took a moment to gather my thoughts and reflect on what he had just explained.

"I'm scared too. We both know that. And we can talk for hours about how we feel when the day comes that I'll have to be changed, but it doesn't change anything. I love the fact that you love the human qualities in me, but don't you think that maybe you'll love the vampire qualities in me even more?"

That had obviously struck a cord with him. Perhaps the thought hadn't crossed his mind.

"I'm not sure I could love you anymore than I already do. I'm not worried about my love fluctuating, I'm worried about the way in which our relationship will undoubtedly change."

My mind was racing. Every word that Ville spoke made me sink deeper into this weird spinning tunnel that I had created for myself. At the end of the tunnel was a vampire version of myself, and every time I spoke of it, I would inch closer to the final product. My head was rushing, and the tunnel was coming closer.

"Ville, I.." I wanted to speak but the words didn't come out. I stood up and attempted to walk towards the kitchen, but my feet fell from underneath me.

"Molly!" He shouted, rushing to me and trying to help me to my feet. I closed my eyes as his arms wrapped around me.

"I don't..." I tried to speak again, but my vision was blurring and the tunnel became more real. Ville was speaking to me, but I couldn't here him as I drifted into unconsciousness.

XXXXXX

It was the tunnel. I could see myself at the end of it. I was pale, small, nervous. It didn't seem like me. My hand reached out for my vampire self, but then retracted when an electric-like shock ran through my limbs. It was the same electric shock that I got the first time Ville and I touched. I yelled out, but no sound escaped my lips.

I watched myself begin to walk, but suddenly stop. Ville came into the scene, not seeing me, but immediately embracing my vampire self. His arms were tender and soft around my middle and I placed my hands delicately on his chest. We just looked at each other, staring into each others eyes.

The picture in front of me was beautiful. Seeing myself with the person I loved more than anything was truly something I never expected to see in my life. And while I knew that it was a dream, it was real. This was my future. Ville and I together would be this amazing image. My heart rushed at the thought.

But then, the picture was gone. Ville and vampire-me had disappeared and weren't replaced. It was darkness again, a tunnel with no end.

"Molly!" A voice sounded from a distance. "Molly, wake up!" My body was moving, not due to my own persuasions. The darkness diminished and the tunnel was leaving, making room for light.

Ville's face came into focus.
"What...?" I asked. He helped me sit up with the most scared expression I had ever seen on a person.

"You fainted." He said with a terrified voice. I touched his cheek and stroked it with my thumb.

"Oh. Why?" I asked. Stupid question.

"I don't know. Jesus Molly... you scared the hell out of me." He was still trembling.

"I'm sorry." My voice was quiet, shaky. He pulled me into his chest and rubbed my back. I leaned into him and thought about my vision of the two of us together.

"Don't be sorry." He held me as if he was going to lose me. I looked up at him and pecked his lips.

"Don't be worried. Maybe I just need some food." I started to get up, but Ville held me down.

"No way." He looked at me as we rose from the floor. He held me in his arms. He carried
me back to the bar in the kitchen and set me down gently on the stool. "I don't think it was because you haven't eaten. I think it was our discussion."

"Maybe..." I said as I chewed a piece of toast. "I didn't think I was that worried about it.."

"I know that you are. I can feel it." He ran his fingers through my hair.

"Sometimes I forget that you can do that." I rolled my eyes and finished my toast. I did feel better after eating it.

"Let's agree not to talk about your change until we're both completely ready."

"But what if we don't have time?"

"Let's assume we do. And let's not talk about it."

"Since when do you make the rules?"

"Since I'm the vampire."
I crossed my arms and stared at him. "Fine." I continued eating. I wasn't sure that I was ok with not talking about it. But I understood why Ville wouldn't want to. He hated the fact that he was going to be responsible for what would happen to me. But we couldn't ignore it forever, and I was determined to get some information out of him. It's not like we ever spoke about these things in detail.

I sat with my frustrated face for the better part of my breakfast.

"So..." Ville began, breaking my thoughts. I blinked a few times and looked at him. "What are your plans while you're home?"

"I guess just mostly spend time with my family. And it's still nice out so maybe go to the beach. I haven't been to the beach in years." I hopped off the stool and started climbing the stairs.

"The beach?" He asked, following me.

"Yeah. Would you be able to go? Or would it make you too warm?"

"I'd just wear a tee shirt, and make sure to go in the shade occasionally, but it'd be nice, actually. I never really get to go out."

"Is that so? Working too much?" I asked as I began running the shower in our bathroom.

"Up until a few weeks ago, it was because I was too depressed to go anywhere." He stripped his tee-shirt off and began working on his pants.

"Oh sweetie.." I touched his chest.

"And I was working a lot too. It's nice to have this time off." He sighed and rested his chin on my shoulder before I got the chance to take off my shirt. His hands slowly made their way onto my hips and he began swaying back and forth. Ville hummed smoothly as we spun around a few times in the bathroom.

"Ville.." I giggled as we danced. "Ville, we're going to fall into the shower." I kept giggling, and he kept humming.

"You don't want to dance with me?" He asked, pretending to be hurt. He walked backwards a few steps and hopped up onto the sink.

"I always want to dance with you. I just don't want to fall." I walked into his legs which he had parted for me.

"Come on then." He got down and lifted me up. I couldn't help but laugh loudly.

"We're never going to shower if we keep dancing."

"Fuck the shower."

"Well, if you say so..." I winked at him. He kissed me deeply and let his tongue explore my bottom lip, a move which he was always hesitant to try. I assumed it was because he was always scared to bite my lip. I had no idea what would have happened it he did.

"Mmm." I moaned, leaning back. Ville's hands moved to the back of my neck where he kept me in place.

"I want to dance with you." He spoke softly.

"In the bathroom?"

"I see nothing wrong with that. Now put your feet on mine."

"My Dad used to do this..." I smiled.

"Keep quiet." He smiled down at me. My feet gently stepped onto his. "Don't be worried about hurting me, love."

He began shuffling around the bathroom, spinning us as we went. I couldn't help but lean completely onto him and let him take control entirely. I wasn't a dancer, but it was clear that Ville had done this before.

His hands never faltered on my back. I realized then that I was still fully clothed, and Ville was only in his underwear. I would have laughed, but the moment was too nice to ruin. After a few minutes, Ville stopped humming and he leaned away from me for a minute.

"Shower?" He whispered, oh-so-sexily.

"I've been waiting for one. The water's been running." I reminded him. He took off my shirt for me, letting the tips of his fingers graze my rib cage. His forehead rested on my shoulder as he watched himself slide my pajama bottoms down, only slightly. Every few seconds he paused what he was doing to move his head and kiss my neck.

"Are we getting in the shower soon?" I whispered, out of breath. He only nodding, picking me up, flinging my bottoms off, and placing me inside the steamy tub.