• Tayzo stood in his room, clutching a piece of paper in his hand. The entire time he was trying not to cry. The paper crinkled in his hand when he clenched it, hitting his head off the door.
    "If she had only jsut waited on more day," he whispered to himself, wiping his eyes.
    There was a loud knock on the door. Seconds later Tayzo answered it.
    The hope in his eyes dissapeared when he saw the short, angry looking man dressed in a police uniform. His face was almost as red as his hair, and he was breathing heavily. SOmeone of his physic would have trouble walking all the way up to the 4th story.
    "You are the tayzo man I have been told to find?" he asked, looking up to see Tayzo's eyes.
    He nodded, still trying not to burst into tears. "I am."
    "You knew Arima?" he asked, still trying to catch his breath.
    Once again Tayzo nodded, expecting to know where thhis was going. Everything he had done with his precious Arima had been illegal.
    "Her parents h-"
    Tayzo cut him off. "Alright, I admit it, we fooled around a bit, but she wanted to, honest!"
    The man looked up at him, confused.
    "What are you tlaking about?"
    "Oh, that;s not what you're here for?" Tayzo asked nervously, still clenching the note in his hand.
    The man shook his head. "Arima's parents have been searching for her. They said she left for school this morning, but never came home. They called the school, and found out she hasn't even went to class," he said, still huffing and puffing. "They know she has been spending a lot of time with you. They are both scared. Have you seen her at all today?"
    "She was here, but I didn't see her, I'm sorry," Tayzo replied.
    "Do you have any idea where she may be?"
    He nodded, remmebring what she had written.
    "Where?"
    Just as he was about to speak, a woman's hand slapped him across the face.
    "Where is my daughter, you rapist!" a tall, pale woman growled.
    "I'm not a rapist!" Tayzo protested, looking down at her.
    "You screwed my 15 year old daughter, and you're what, 20?" the woman growled, slapping him across the face again.
    "I'm 19," he said calmly," and I didn't rape her. I love her, and she loves me."
    "No, you're going to help us find her, then you're going to sit your a** in jail," she growled, pointing her french manicured nail in his face.
    "I was going to find her anyway," he said, running down the hallway.
    "Get back here!" she screamed right before the elevator doors closed.

    Arima stumbled through the streets, unable to keep her tears from pouring down her face.
    "I knew he didn't love me. I knew it," she shimpered, turning down an alleyway. "I'm never going back."

    Tayzo growled, "I'm ineteen. I'm not thirty."
    "Yes you are!" the woman said, "You were in my graduating class!"
    "I was?"
    She nodded. "You don't look a day different from when we graduated!"
    "Wait, what's your name?" he asked.
    "Claravoi," she said.
    "I remember you."
    "You see! See, you are 30!" she said, pointing up at him.
    "That means nothing," he stated, trying to walk out the front door of the building.
    The woman blocked him. "How are you exactly the same? How did you not age?"
    "That's my own buisness," he said, deciding not to tell her that he was infact a vampire. He had already graduated school 17 times, having to move from city to city to keep his secret hidden.
    Everytime he went to a new school, he would buy color contacts, dye his hair, and join a new clique.
    Right now he was emo, borderline goth. He wore tight pants, wore too much eyeliner, and had a "facination" with rainbows.
    His hair was remotly normal, save for the electric lizard green through his bangs. It covered his eyes, which were a dark brown, almost black looking.
    As he ran down the street, he put the hood on his black hoodie up, and ignored the woman shouting down the street at him.
    "Arima, I hope you realize that I lvoe you," he whispered as he ran.

    As Arima sat alone in the alley, she noticed something particularily shiny under all the garbage. She reached over to pick it up, her stiff muscles screaming for her to stop.
    When she finally picked it up, she was shocked.
    It was a silver pistol, and practically brand now.
    "Wow," she sniffed, looking to see how many bullets there where.
    One. There was one bullet.
    She thought for a second, then a smile crept across her face.
    "My only escape."

    "Arima!" Tayzo called, still running through the streets.
    He could smell her, she wasn't anywhere close, but it comforted him to hear her name.
    "Arima!" he called again.
    His voice echoed off the vacant buildings and streets.
    The only other noise besides his own footsteps, was the engine of the police car following him.
    "Why can't they jsut go away," he mumbled to himself. "It's not like her parents actually care."
    Tayzo stopped, puzzled. Arima's scent was mixed with an intozicating smell. He couldn't stop himself from sprinting.
    The officer driving the car flipped on the sirens, and floored it.
    The intoxicating smell was stronger, almost sickening. It was delisious, and he could taste it in the air.
    "Arima!" he called again.
    Of course there was no answer. She had to be passed out and half dead by now.
    It was -20, and the snow was collecting on the ground fast.
    "Arima!"
    He ran faster, the scent getting stronger.
    Behind him the police car struggled to keep up.

    She reached into her pocket, looking at a picture.
    She smiled, remembering how she had managed to get a photo of him, let alone have him let her keep it.
    "Goodbye," she sqeeked, tearing the picture in half.

    The scent was sickingly sweet in the air, filling his lungs as he ran.
    "Arima!"
    This time someone heard him, and replied with a gunshot.
    He slowed to a stop, his eyes widening. He swayed back and forth, barely able to stand.
    The scent was thick in the air. It was almost as if her blood was sliding down his throat as he stumbled down the alleyway.
    "Arima," he choked, his eyes getting watery.
    There was a muffled cry, and a breeze blew the heavenly scent right into him.
    He could have collapsed right there, drunk by the smell of her crimsom blood.
    He closed his eyes, and held his breath as he ran foreward, strumbling like a drunk.
    He heard her muffled cry, and he completly forgot about the delicious smell.
    "Arima!"
    She was curled up on the ground in a puddle of scarlet. She was breathing heavily, and still had the gun clenched in her hand.
    He dropped down beside her, resisting the urge to pull her into his arms.
    "It's going to be okay," he whispered, laying his hand on her cheek gently as he began to pry the gun from her hands.
    "Tayzo?" she asked, her eyes rolled back.
    "Yes. Yes, it's me," he smiled, leaning down to kiss her.
    "Before I go," she studdered, "I love you."
    "Before you go?" he asked.
    "It hurts really back, but it will all be over soon," she smiled, her faced washed with pain, sorrow, blood, and tears.
    "No! I can make the pain stop!" he cried, lifting her into his arms.
    She screamed in pain, and grabbed her chest where she had shot.
    "Shhh, I'll make everything better," he whispered.
    She shook her head. "I don't want to live in a world where no one loves me."
    "But, I love you," he said, attempting to talk as he cried.
    "How come you never said it before?"
    "I didn't want to ruin in surprise I had for you," he whispered, bitting his lip.
    The sirens got louder in the distance. They still wouldn't arrive for another 10 minutes.
    "Arima, I love you! I always have! You're everything to me, and I don't want to see you suffer!" he cried.
    She was still smiling as she angled her neck so it was open.
    Slowly he leant down, his fangs ready to sink into her flesh.

    She was numb, staring up at him.
    "It feels better?" he asked.
    SHe nodded, sinking into his lap in the back of the police car.
    The woman sat in the front seat, bawling her eyes out.
    "I lvoe you," he whispered again as Arima smiled up at him.
    He sat her up so he could see her face clearly.
    "I lvoe you to," she whispered back.
    He leaned down and kissed her, gently holding her against him.
    She smiled, and kissed him right back.
    "Don't ever scare me like that again," he said, burrying his face in her neck.
    "Okay," she said, not telling him how much the change of becoming a vampire was killing her.
    "You get to live forever, jsut like me," he smiled.
    "What if I want to die at some point?" she asked, nuzzling into him.
    "We'll lay down and never wake up."
    "Really?"
    "We'll fly into the sky, to the place of eternal happiness."
    "Okay."
    "Will you stay with me forever?' he asked.
    "Forever it is," she smiled as the pain inside subsided, and she knew she would be with him until the end.

    ~The End~