• Part of me really did want to believe him, but I didn’t. I just couldn’t. You don’t get over you hate for a monster just because one seemed to be nicer than the rest. It doesn’t work like that. And so, I was still completely scared.

    His hand moved slightly, almost like he was going to uncover my mouth. If he did, I would scream. My mother would bust the door down if she heard me. I know she would.

    “Look, I’m going to move my hand now.” He said as he pulled it back slightly. “Please, don’t scream. I’ll cover your mouth again if you do. Alright?”

    I nodded and he pulled his hand away from my mouth. I took a deep breath only to find his hand right back over my mouth. Though, it slipped this time, like he was too weak to even hold it up or something. He fell forward suddenly, knocking me over onto my back. Now, I really hate being in awkward positions so you have to understand that I wanted to shove him off me for the briefest of seconds.

    He was lying on my collar bone; mouth so close to my neck. It was really unnerving. But he just looked so helpless that my hate betrayed me and I found myself hugging him. I had never seen such a pitiful and weak looking until then in my entire life. He looked so fragile, almost like he was actually human.

    “Don’t…” He said quietly, almost in a pleading manner. “Please… Felicia…”

    I couldn’t make myself let go of him immediately. He pushed at my arms in an attempt to get me to stop hugging him and, of course, I did as he wanted. Though, I still let him lie there on my chest like that, which was really against my better judgment, but everyone does a stupid thing at least once or twice. I really didn’t realize my own mistake until he moved himself closer to my neck and kissed it.

    “Just a taste…” He said in a rather sadistic way. “You smell so sweet, too.”

    I threw my hand in his face and he bit it without hesitation. I cried out in pain, but that didn’t stop him from biting even harder. I saw blood drip from my hand and I knew that I was in big trouble. I wouldn’t be able to stop a blood thirty beast from sucking up every last ounce of blood in my body even if I had wanted to. Before I could even try and jerk my arm back, he grabbed it and held it where it was.

    I hadn’t realized I was crying again until my eyes were blurred with tears. I just wanted to scream for help, but I didn’t want my mother to be put in any danger. I was starting to find it kind of ironic that I was going to die in a similar manner to the way my father did. I started to squirm in an attempt to knock the blood sucker off me, though I failed miserably. He looked at me and then gently grabbed my free hand, pressing his thumb lightly against my palm.

    I was shocked, honestly, because he was gesturing for me to grab his hand. He opened his hand back up and spread his fingers out, signaling he wanted me to lock hands with him. For whatever reason, I slipped my finger in between his and he closed his hand over my own. I really hadn’t noticed that he was just trying to distract me from what he was doing with my other hand. It had worked for the very short amount of time, but now my mind was back on the blood I was losing.

    If you wanted the truth, I would tell you that I was starting feel really dizzy again. Maybe it had only been a few minutes, but it felt like a few hours. I don’t quite recall when it happened, but that blood sucking b*****d finally took his teeth out of my hand, though he sat there and licked some of the blood that was dripping from it. My stomach curled and I probably would have gotten sick if I hadn’t been so numb. I felt really cold now and I really did think that he was going to leave me to die, but there was this look of sadness or something in those eyes of his.

    “I’m so sorry.” He whispered as both his hands went to my bloodied one. “I really am.”

    I wasn’t going to believe him seeing as how he’d just about killed me. My body betrayed my hate again and I tugged at his sleeve with my free arm. It was because he had started crying that I did that. No matter who it was, I didn’t like seeing people cry. It made me feel like some one was driving a stake through my heart, which was exactly what I wanted to do to this guy for biting me… twice.

    “Your mom…” He said suddenly, picking me up of the floor. “s**t.”


    I guess I was really dazed now because I hadn’t even noticed that he’d put me on my bed. I probably wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t kicked my mirror, causing it to shatter into thousands of little pieces. He walked over to my bed and grabbed my hand. I thought he was going to bite me again, but he just wrapped it up in a long, torn, cloth that he’d pulled out of his pocket. Maybe I was imagining things, but he was being awfully nice for a creature that was normally depicted as a vile beast with no soul.

    “Just close your eyes.” He said in a calm voice as he crawled over me and onto the other side of the bed. “Go to sleep.”

    What the hell are you doing in my bed, you sick freak!? I wanted to hit him, but my arms wouldn’t cooperate with me. I gave a defeated sigh as he threw an arm over me and pulled me close to him. I really wished that he would stop putting me in such awkward positions. I didn’t like it and I most definitely did not like him.

    I didn’t want to sleep with him being that close to me, but I couldn’t even keep my eyes open. I thought I might die if I did fall asleep, so I tried my hardest to stay awake.