• ( this is a continued version of my hw for language arts lol)
    After a year or two, I abased my fierceness towards Jeff, reducing the number of times I practically exploded at him. He became happier to stay at home, and our relationship strengthened, which was sagacious of him, and I told him that straight out: “Jeff. You are wise to be so calm with me”. Of course, he couldn't understand what I meant.
    Jeff trusted me and removed his dogmatic ideas from his head. After all, such unproved ideas of me going out with a boy were unthinkable, and could lead to catastrophe. He loved me more than ever, and was magnanimous, bold and generous towards me. He brought me a present each week, things like chocolates, roses, toys for my beloved 34 pets, and he once took me to the movies.
    So that day we went to the movies, and he held my hand and smiled happily, glad that I looked joyful and relaxed as we watched the romantic story of Romeo and Juliet.
    As we walked home together, hand in hand, we held a comprehensive conversation, including many opinions and emotions towards various topics. Sometimes, I was ambivalent towards his opinions, after all, you can't agree with everyone's opinion!
    After a while, my eyelids started to droop. Usually, Jeff is quite placid about my emotions, staying calm, and not becoming upset easily. But today, he had too much adrenaline, and so he started to shout at me in a warlike manner, bellicose, saying that I wasn't paying attention, and that we should be in bed, not in this nasty dump.
    Suddenly, he whipped out a knife from his back pocket. I asked him calmly where he had gotten it, but he silently crept over to a bush and razed it, tearing it to the ground. He said to me: “Lilli, I will cut you. If you don't listen to me ill cut you”.
    I told him to come over to me, and so he did. With every step he took, he seemed to augment, growing in height more and more. I kissed him, and while doing so, I snatched away the knife, breaking it in half. Jeff stared at me in shock.
    “How...how...how...how did you do that?” Jeff stuttered, flabbergasted.
    “It's time I told you the truth,” I sighed, my eyes glowing a mixture of black and deep blood red, “I'm a vampire half blood.”
    I could see he had goose bumps on his arms, and he looked like he had just heard a monster gnawing on his mother. He didn't seem the zenith of my view, no more the highest point I could see. Jeff looked like a timid mouse, hiding in a corner from a vicious cat. Maybe, we had to speed the progress of just standing there, and get a move on home, but expediting didn't seem right to me.
    To be impartial (and I was fair), I decided to help Jeff understand. I told him how I had not dissented, ignored, disagreed with my aunt when she said it was best if I was also a vampire, like the rest of our kind. So with great animosity and bitter hatred, I walked up to her and removed my hair into a bun, making my neck helpless and naked. And so she bit me.
    I explained to Jeff that now I had some vampire powers, such as healing others and everlasting life, and he understood why I had been gone all those nights. I had been hanging out with my family.
    All my 30 uncles and 20 aunts, all were vampires, searching for one thing.
    Blood.