Secrets Revealed

"What is this?" Lisa asked as Michael came in the door. She showed Michael Debbie's necklace.

Michael swallowed his guilt and said, "Debbie came over and I took her blood. That's all."

"That's it?"

Michael nodded. Lisa couldn't help but trust him.

"Michael what's going on? You've been acting strange lately." Lisa mentioned.

Michael sighed. "Being a vampire for this long, have you ever wanted to become human again?"

Lisa swallowed and said, "Plenty of times. But Darkness is a trap. There's not turning back."

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"Ray, this is brilliant!!" Darius said looking at Ray's article about Michael Jackson.

" I didn't even have to lie all that much." Ray said.

"Wow, we have to print this!"

"Yeah, you better." Ray joked. His cellar rang. "Hold on one second. Hello?"

"Hi, this is Michael Jackson." the soft familiar voice said.

"You just felt the need to introduce yourself?" Ray laughed.

Michael gave a nervous chuckle.

"What can I do for you?"

"I need blood." Michael said quickly. "And I was wondering if you could..."

"I'm way ahead of you, bud. I'll deliver some over to you."

"Thanks." Michael hung up.

Ray laughed.

"Who was that?" Darius asked.

"Oh just a good friend of mine."

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"Michael are you okay?" Lisa asked. They were watching a movie and Michael was rocking back and forth, shaking nervously in his seat.

"Yeah, I'm okay. It's that I need more blood."

"But you just--"

"I know, Lis. I know I just had some. I don't know why. I just need it." Lisa looked as if she was very worried. "This isn't right. You've been fending for blood as if you were The Master."

Michael fell completely silent. The Master was like Dracula in the mortal world. He was the most powerful and most evil vampire of The Night. "No...I'm nothing like him. I just need it."

By the next week, the latest National Enquirer was on the shelves. The vampire story started to spread fast into the media. Entertainment Tonight did a report on Ray's story. National Enquirer's sells went up. It had to be Ray's most successful story yet. In his house, he began to wonder if Michael Jackson's fans caught on to the rumor. He wondered if Michael knew himself and was planning to kill him at this very moment. He spun around in the chair at his desk laughing with pleasure. He gazed at the Internet Explorer window open on his computer. Out of curiosity, he went to the King Of Pop Discussion board. When he clicked on "general discussion" he was pleased to find a thread titled "Has Michael Jackson Gone Mad?"