Eternità

The fertiles got the whole camping ground set up; the tents were up and the chairs were out. If a human looked, and they compared the scene to something that had maybe happened before the vampires took over, they would have never been able to realise that they were vampires because it looked so much like a human scene.

Of course, it was no longer a human scene because there was no way a human would dare to go camping and sleep outside at night unless they seriously wanted to die. They're barely safe as it is when they're in their own houses.

Mikey was sharing a tent with Frank and Christa. It was one thing that Tristan had said that had to happen if Mikey went. It wasn't like the fertiles were going to let Mikey sleep in a tent alone or even pair him with someone who he doesn't know properly.

And like predicted when they tried making the fire it went out straight away as the giggling fertiles then dived for their junk food and started with the blood ice cream.

They all sat in their chairs in a circle and that's when the talking started which was, as some might say, the best part of the night.

"Jason and I are trying for a baby," the fertile that Mikey heard was Hayleigh said which made the fertiles close to her squeal before congratulating her even though she wasn't pregnant yet.

Mikey was the only fertile in the circle who didn't have a mate, but it wasn't like the other knew. But then again, he was also the only who had had human blood injected into him for nearly all his life.

"Ray and I are waiting a few years. As much as we want a family, we're going to wait because I'm still doing my classes and he doesn't want to disrupt that," Christa piped up which made some of the fertile 'aww' over how sweet her Dom was.

Mikey didn't know what to do; he was just sitting there rather awkwardly. And it seemed that some of the others had noticed because the fertile he knew was called Patrick looked over at him and spoke, "What about you Mikey?"

No one here, asides Frank and Christa, knew about what Mikey had gone though and how he was still recovering from it, because really, he was. There was no way he'd be recovered from it fully already; it was too soon.

Mikey didn't know what to say or do. He just sat there, his eyes cast down to his hands. Christa piped up for him, "He doesn't have one."

The other fertiles all looked towards Mikey who just shifted more awkwardly in his seat. He didn't like all the eyes or attention on his. Christa moved over to a seat next to Mikey. "Do you mind?" she asked him to which he shook his head.

He knew that she was asking whether or not he minded if she told them what happened to him.

"Do you guys remember a few months ago that fertile that everyone was talking about? The one who had the blood injected into him?" Christa asked, being careful with her words because she didn't want to upset Mikey in anyway in case she was bringing up something tender for him.

Even though fertiles aren't stupid creatures. they didn't quite twig on what Christa was on about. It could have been the fact that maybe they didn't want to think of Mikey being that fertile, or whether they never expected it to be someone they knew.

But they nodded at Christa's words, telling her that they did remember who she was on about. "Well, this is Mikey guys, that fertile," she finished, watching as some of the fertile's facial expressions change so suddenly to sadness and sympathetic.

"Oh gods," Patrick mumbled, almost in shock. He had just asked whether or not he had a mate when he was the fertile who was put through all that horror. "I am so sorry Mikey, I didn't know."

Mikey just shrugged, "I don't like talking about it. Just... forget it," he told them, not looking like it bothered him when it was. It was bothering him a lot.

Some of the fertiles looked at one another, almost as if asking each other who they could forget something like that. You don't forget something like that and you don't forget meeting the person who had it done to him. Never.

But they could pretend, if only for tonight. So that's what they did, they acted like Christa didn't say anything about it and didn't ask Mikey anything about Doms and mates, but still tried including him into most conversations they had.

Which, surprisingly, wasn't many. A few of the fertiles crashed out sleeping within the first hour of the sun starting to set. That left five of them in circle. And within another hour two more left so it was only Mikey, Frank and Christa who were still awake, surprisingly.

Mikey wasn't feeling right. Not like he wasn't before, no, this time it felt like he was feeling sick. But he didn't want to say anything to the other two because they would most probably tell his mum, or at least, Frank would end up telling Gerard who would then end up telling their mum.

He knew how it worked, even though it had never told Frank something and it had got back to his mum.

"I'm heading to bed guys, night," Christa yawned, stretching her arms above her head before ducking into the tent of theirs and leaving Mikey and Frank out there alone.

For some reason that Mikey didn't know about, he felt like he could trust Frank more even though he had probably told Christa and Cassadee more than he had Frank.

Maybe it was the fact that he was Gerard's mate or that fact that he was male where as Cassadee and Christa weren't, he wasn't too sure. But something in him made him talk to Frank now.

"Frank... will I ever get a mate?" he asked the fertile in a small voice, one part of him hoping that Frank didn't hear and another part hoping that he did.

Mikey was doubting himself over ever getting a mate and starting a family like the other's had or were starting soon. The whole conversations about it brought these thoughts to his head although they were resting at the back for a while now.

"Of course you will, Mikey, everyone gets a mate sooner or later," Frank said, trying to reassure the fertile. Mikey just shrugged before looking back at his hands. "But I'm not like everyone Frank..."

Frank frowned a bit. That was true, he wasn't but he didn't think that it would stop him getting a mate, did he? Well, Frank wouldn’t blame him for thinking it though but then, he was also shocked that he was thinking it. So it was a sort of two way thinking he was doing.

"That's true, Mikey," Frank started, "But you're going to find a mate who loves you and you love him. You'll know when that happens because no fertile can ever not know what the love feels like."

There was a nagging feeling in Mikey as Frank was talking about love. And the nagging feeling was that he was going to be sick but he didn't want to be sick in front of Frank. He didn't want Tristan to find out, worry about him and then take him to the hospital.

He didn't like the hospital and he found that he preferred his mum when he wasn't worried and fretting about him then when he was. So whenever Tristan was calm, not worrying or fretting about, Mikey found that he preferred to spend time with him then.

Wasn't a lot though because he still didn't like spending time from his bedroom.

"But I never thought of myself as a fertile," Mikey broke the silence which had settled over them. "So because I never thought I was a fertile would that mean the whole love thing... wouldn't work for me?"

Frank wanted to tell Mikey that he was completely wrong and that Mikey would be getting a mate and they would love each other and one day Mikey would become a mum, but he couldn't tell him that. Because Frank didn't know. He was not psychic and he couldn't see into the future, therefore he could not see what lay ahead for Mikey.

But he could tell him about what he was taught in school about what happened with fertiles, which was they all found love because every fertile, in their past life, was matched with someone and in their new life their souls are already bound to them.

He and Gerard found that they were bound together in middle school. Frank had entered in his first year and that was when the first human tried to bully him. Gerard had been across the building when that happened, but he felt something in him which made him almost fly down the hallways of the school until he found Frank and made his first kill for the fertile.

And since then him and Gerard had been together.

"But you've always been a fertile," Frank tried, "So it shouldn't matter what you've thought you were, only what you are on the inside and mentally. And despite being injected with the human blood nearly all your life, and it trying to weave itself into your mind, it was still a fertile mind. So you've always been a fertile, Mikey." Frank smiled at the end of his speech to Mikey.

All he could do was shrug. It wasn't like Mikey could do much more, he didn't really want to have a conversation like this now so it was just better to agree with what the other fertile said.

This seemed to satisfy him or at least it looked to satisfy him because soon after he stood up, yawned and stretched before looking down at Mikey. "You coming to bed?"

Mikey shook his head at Frank, telling him that he wasn't tired yet but would go to bed in a minute or so. Frank didn't know whether he should leave the fertile outside alone, but he knew that Mikey knew he was planning to go to bed, and after finding out that Mikey isn't going to bed himself, it'd look a bit weird to Mikey if he stayed.

Frank knew that Mikey wasn't stupid so he would probably realise that Frank was outside to almost fertile sit him. And he knew that Mikey probably wouldn't appreciate that fact.

So he slipped into the tent to go to bed which left Mikey sitting outside, alone.

A feeling of doubt settled over Mikey as he sat there. It happened often, that he'd doubt himself. A part of him still thought that he was not a fertile, no matter what any of the others told him.

It was the human blood that was still entwined with his mind that was making him like that. In humans, they could doubt something even if they're told by everyone and anyone. It was different in vampires because if you're told something by a vampire, it was one hundred percent true.

Well, of course, it depended what it was that they were told, but if it was something serious, then yes it was true.

Mikey couldn't help but feel frustrated about the fact that he still couldn't shake the human traits he had. He knew he had them, he just didn't know what he could do to make them go away.

No matter how familiar he was with them traits, because all the other fertiles who were there with him had developed some as well, he couldn't help but hate the fact that he had them now that he was a fertile.

Correction, now that he knew he was a fertile.

He sat there for a few more minutes before sighing and going to stand up and head to bed, even though he wasn't a single bit tired. However as he stood up the feeling to be sick hit him hard and he only just managed to get to the bush that sat a few feet away from the tents before being sick.

The only reason why he moved there was because there was still a part of him that was intent on keeping the other fertiles in the dark to him being and feeling ill. He didn't want Frank or Christa knowing and he knew that if any of the other fertiles here knew that they'd probably mention it to one of them who'd automatically know it was Mikey.

When he was done, and was sure that he wasn't going to be sick again, Mikey slipped into the tent and zipped it up. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep but at least he could just lay down and try.