Darlin' Don't Leave Me Out Here In The Cold... [[ Restarted, M, Silver Shadows ]]

[Saviour]

A puff of fog clouded around his nose as Michael breathed out, his hazel eyes searching the snow for any sign of her.
His thin lips turned down when he realized and faced the truth.
She wouldn't come...
She never came...



He woke with a start, his breathing heavy and his body covered in a sheen of sweat. Michael rubbed the back of his neck and let his head collapse onto his pillow. He rose, stumbling into his lonely kitchen and pulling out a glass. It chimed against the others in the cupboard in a mocking tone. Michael shook his head and filled the glass with ice-cold water. The liquid was of little use to him, but it cooled down his body as he drank it. He set the empty glass on the counter and made his way to the shower. He turned the water cold, and sighed. After washing and rinsing, Michael stepped out of the shower and pulled his towel from the rack. He dried himself then dressed in blue jeans, a blue shirt, and a grey jacket. He stepped into his shoes and grabbed his keys on the way out of his home.

Michael pushed open the door to the pub, and sat himself down in a small corner. His hazel eyes looked for his breakfast with surprising ease. Michael preferred blonde girls, with blue eyes. The pure ones tasted best, but he'd rather look in the pub so he settled for the others. He found a girl, she had dirty blonde hair and a gorgeous figure. He watched her a moment, then stood from his seat. Michael's stomach growled angrily when he caught her scent. A friendly but deceiving smile rose on his thin lips. He placed his hands on her prominent hips and she dipped low. He pulled her against him, and his eyes locked onto hers. She watched him a moment, then leaned close and she kissed him hard on the lips. He smirked behind the kiss and led the woman outside into the rain. She didn't seem to notice, but kept trying to kiss him. Michael pushed her hard against a wall and listened to her excited heartbeat. He leaned close to her neck and nipped at the skin. It broke, and crimson, warm blood coated his mouth. The thick substance ran down his throat and he moaned. She squirmed and cursed at him, but he grabbed her hands and pushed them against the stone wall she was pinned against. She shrieked, telling him he was hurting her. He grinned, and pulled away from her neck to look at her. "Oh I'm sorry... Lindsay, is it?" He said, gathering the information from her blood. He grinned, his teeth coated with her blood. She cried out, and he turned his attention to his breakfast once more. Her screams were in vain, as they were far in the alleyways that few people wandered through.