I'm Not A Vampire - an Andley fanfiction

The Worst Part About Choosing Sides

**BLADE'S POV** 
        I gasped and whipped my head around to find myself face-to-face with none other than Drake. I felt my jaw drop and my eyes widen. "D-Drake?" I breathed, barely daring to believe it. It was too good to be true.
        Drake nodded and threw his arms around me, burying his head in my shoulder. "Don't ever do that to me, baby," he murmured.
        I couldn't speak for a few moments, overcome with shock and the warmth of his embrace, the beautiful feeling of the hole in my heart finally being filled. "H-How did you g-g-get in?" I finally stuttered.
        "The window," he pulled away and held my gaze. "I missed you so much, Blade."
        "I missed you too," I couldn't help myself, a flood of tears burst forth from my eyes before I could stop them. I felt Drake sit on the bed next to me and pull my onto his lap, allowing me to sob quietly into his chest. "I...I th-thought I'd n-n-never see you ag-gain...."
        "I know, I know," he cradled me close to his chest comfortingly as I cried. I felt his hand running over the scars on my arms, my exposed ribs. "Blade, baby...god, what have you been doing to yourself?"
        Shame and guilt racked through my body. "C-cutting and st-st-starving," I admitted softly, hanging my head and not daring to even look at his face.
        "Why?"
        "I-I couldn't st-stand b-being away from y-y-you, th-thinking that y-you'd f-f-find someone else."
        "Oh, babe, did you really think I'd ever be able to find someone that's even close to being as perfect as you?"
        "B-but I'm not p-perfect."
        "Yes, you are," Drake put a finger under my chin and tipped my head up, forcing me to look him in the eye. When he saw the tears that were still flowing steadily down my cheeks, he frowned. "Shh, Blade don't cry. It's alright now, angel."
        "D-did you just call me angel?" I asked, peering at him curiously. Hey, at least he'd effectively stopped my tears for the time being.
        He smiled and nodded, kissing my forehead. "Yes, I did."
        I scowled. "It makes me sound like a girl."
        "But that's what you are," he laughed.
         "Excuse me?!" I gave him a look, causing him to chuckle again.
        "Not a girl, I mean. You're an angel," he nuzzled his head into my neck affectionately. "My perfect little gift from heaven."
        I felt my face flush, but smiled all the same. "Stop calling me perfect. I'm not."
        Drake just shook his head in wonder. "Well, to me you are," he leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "I came to take you away, Blade."
        I jerked back slightly in surprise, staring at him with wide eyes. "What do you mean?" I asked, though I knew exactly what he meant.
        "I came to take you away from here," he gestured to the room that I had made my prison for the past week. "So we can be together."
        "I dunno, Drake," I bit my lip, unsure. 
        "What's there not to know?" he stared at me with pleading eyes. "Please, Blade, I can't stand to be without you anymore. It's been driving me crazy. I can't sleep, I can barely eat, all I can ever think about is you. I don't know how much more I can take."
        I examined him closer, and realized that being apart had, in fact, taken it's own toll on him. He had obviously lost weight, and there were prominent dark circles under his eyes. My gut twisted. I realized it caused me literal pain to see him like this. "Me neither, but...my family...."
        Drake sighed. "The final decision is yours. Whether you come with me or not, I'll never stop loving you. I want you to know that. You're everything to me, Blade, and I'd hate to pressure you into something you don't want to do. But I can't live if the world is ripped out from under me, and you're my entire universe."
        My heart hammered in my chest as I gazed into the gorgeous blue eyes of the man I loved. I wanted so badly to say yes, to allow him to take me far, far away from here, to start our own life together. But at the same time, I wasn't sure I could leave my family like this. My sister, my aunts and uncles, even my fathers, who had forbidden me to be with him in the first place. They had always been there for me, and I loved them all. But it boiled down to one choice: my family, or my love?
        My mind battled, and when one side finally won, I felt a stab of pain go through my heart like a knife, and I knew the reverberation of it would probably never fade.