I was there when they brought the body up. And when everyone heard the news, but I had to leave once I saw Fallon's face after hearing the news.
I roamed the halls for hours until I found myself knocking on the familiar door. Someone had carved a little 4 on the corner. I bit my lip and looked down. It was late- or early for that matter -he probably wasn't even up.
The door opened up.
Four looked at me, for a split second an emotion crossed his face that made his whole face light up. It dimmed and was replaced by confusion.
"Hey E," he said slowly then looked back inside his wall at what I guessed where his clock was. "Do you know what time it is?"
"Um no." I said, "you know, actually this was a bad idea. I probably woke you up and I'm so"-
"E, what do you want?" He asked, leaning against the door.
"Can I come in?" I blurted out. He opened the door wider and I stepped in.
"You know, I asked you to come tomorr"-
"My best friend killed himself tonight." I couldn't look him in the eye, because I knew I would start crying and I couldn't stop now, "I helplessly watched him pierce a steak through his heart and fall into a bottomless pit. And I couldn't do a single thing because I was a coward. I was afraid, that if I took another step I wouldn't be able to walk away."
Four slowly closed the door and looked at me. I finally looked up at him.
"You, E, are not a coward. Rick is the coward for taking his own life away instead of facing you for another moment of his pathetic life." I winced then looked away. "I'm sorry, that was mean." He mumbled. "Do you, need a hug?"
"No. Definitely not," I said and walked around his room. All the lights in his bedroom and sketch area were on. His bed was made.
"Were you.. Not asleep?" I asked slowly nodding over to his bed. He crossed his arms and smiled to himself for a moment.
"No. I.. I don't sleep." I went over and sat down on his bed. "I don't eat, either: That's why I can't cook." He laughed softly.
"You don't sleep?" I asked as he shook his head, "like ever?"
"Never." He said and looked down at me. "I use my bed for other purposes only." I raised an eyebrow up at him, then it hit me.
"No way." I said shaking my head. I put his hands up defensively.
"I didn't say a thing," he said shrugging and turned back, I smiled to myself and shrugged off my jacket and set it on the bed. I stood up and walked over to his desk where most of his sketches were. I leaned over on his desk and looked through. There was one of the sign rising through the ruins of the city, another of a hand, and one of the flame tattoo. I held it in one hand and reached back with my other hand.
"I knew that looked familiar," he whispered from behind. I shifted my eyes over to him and smiled softly. I set the flame down and moved other sketches over and found one that was buried beneath all the other papers.
It was of a girl sleeping, her face was laid against the pillows and her curly hair casted a silhouette against her face. A small smile was against her face.
"That's my favorite." He mumbled now completely behind me. I could feel his chest, just centimeters away from my back.
"Is it me?" I whispered not able to take my eyes off of the drawing. It was so beautiful. He moved the curls from the side of my neck and shoulder bone. I could feel my tattoo exposed. He leaned down and pressed his lips to my inked skin. "What do you think?" He whispered as his lips passed my ear and down my neck. I closed my eyes and let out a quiet sigh. I felt his arms on me as he turned me around. His lips still against my neck.
"Are you afraid?" He whispered in my ear, his right hand tracing patterns on my mid back.
"No," I whispered back, my eyes still closed.
"Then why is your heart beating so fast?" I swallowed and opened my eyes, I pulled back and found his dark eyes.
"It gets like that when I'm around you." I said, and now I could feel his breath brush against my cheek as he leaned toward me. I pulled back once more, he watched me.
"I'm not sleeping with you." I said locking eyes with him.
"I can't sleep, remember?" He joked.
"You know what I mean," I mumbled.
"Can you remind me?" He challenged. I caught his eye, he just flashed me a smile that made my heartbeat only increase. I brought one hand up and placed it on the side of his cheek and kissed him so he would shut up. But this time it was different, I could feel it in the way his body brushed against mine and the way his lips moved. My eyes fluttered close as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I inhaled through my nose and pulled back slightly to exhale. He never hesitated to kiss me right after pulling away. Each time my mouth would leave his a sigh or moan would escape. After a moment I could feel himself getting eager. His hands gripped harder against my waist as his kisses were harder. I pulled him closer and pulled away less and less, once I felt my back hit the desk his arms went lower against me and lifted me up. I pushed away the extra paper and pencils that were beneath me just as I sat on top. I wrapped my legs around his waist and found my hands tugging at his shirt. He only pulled away for a brief second, just to get his shirt slipped off. He came right back, his hand cupped to my cheek as the other gripped my thigh.
I opened my eyes and waved my hands.
"Woah, woah," my words were muffled until he finally pulled away. "Okay, I'm done, no more of that." I breathed as he smirked to himself and picked his shirt back up. I bit my lip as I glanced over at his bare abdomen, he caught me staring and raised an eyebrow. I looked away immediately, but my eyes found the ink that coated his bare back. I looked away right as he caught my eye, I blushed once more and he lowered his shirt, setting it on the bed.
"Do you want to see it?" He asked as I swallowed and bit my lip.
"Would you mind?" I whispered as he turned around his back facing me. I gasped as I looked down at the ink. At the top of his spine was the vampire insignia, below that was the two joining hands of the doppelgänger sign, and below that was the two balanced scales for the witch coven and finally below that, was the Eye of The Werewolf. Beside the 4 insignias were various designs of ink. My hand trailed down the 4 signs.
"I.. It's.." I was speechless.
"I want to be brave, honest, selfless, and smart. Then again, I want to be kind, too." He turned back to me with a soft smile. "But I'm still working on the kind part." I looked down with a soft smile and looked back at the doppelgänger sign. I sighed pressing my finger tips to the familiar sign and pulled away.
"Hey, are you okay?" He asked as I sat down on his bed and started to untie my shoes.
"Um, yeah, just a little tired." I mumbled and ran my hand through my hair. "Do you mind, if, I go to sleep?"
"No, not at all." He said as I pulled my hair back, "do you need any clothes?" I was already slipping my shirt off when I looked back back at him.
"What was that?" I asked running my fingers through my hair as it fell down my back. He stared at me for what felt like forever. I looked away, facing the wall and held the him of my pants about to slip them off, but felt a hand on my arm. I looked back, Four looked down at me and slowly peeled his eyes away.
"If you take that off," he let out a breath through his clenched teeth, "I don't think I'll be able to control myself." He whispered as I looked down where his arm was on me. I swallowed and lifted my hand to his bare chest and pressed against where I knew his heart was. It was racing.
"Are you afraid?" I whispered as his hand trailed down my bare skin. I could feel my own heart race speed up at his touch. He bit his lip and nodded.
"I'm afraid of what might happen, if..." He whispered his hand trailing back up my bare skin. He shook his head and walked away, but before he could his hand brushed over my left shoulder. "What's this?" He whispered as I followed his eyes and hand. It was my birth mark, it had bigger since I was 16 years old.
"Oh, it's my birth mark." I mumbled as he kept his eyes on it. He looked angry, the type of look you give someone or something when you've seen them before and they pissed you off. He shook his head slightly and pulled back. The moment was gone.
"Looks more like a scar," he said. "Sort of like a bullet scar." He whispered the last part so low I could barley hear him. I shrugged at him and pulled away out of his reach and back over to his bed where I pulled back the blankets.
"Your sure you'll be okay?" He asked sitting at the end of the bed.
"Yes, Four." I said sarcastically. He just looked at me, shook his head and kissed me on my head. I pulled back and furrowed my eyebrows. "Don't do that." I said pulling the covers over my shoulder.
"What, kiss your head?" He asked standing up.
"Yes, that." I mumbled rolling over and facing the wall.
"Why?" He asked. I just breathed into the clean comforter and acted as if I didn't hear him. I closed my eyes and relaxed until my own screaming woke me out of my sleep.