“It’s already too late for that,” Carrie scoffed. She slid the bag strap over her shoulder and began walking downstairs towards the front door. She just wanted to be back with Matt now.
Zack stepped closer to her and reached up, grabbing his top lip and pulling it back so she could see as he released his fangs. He let go of his lip after a minute, reaching for her hand and placing it over his chest so she could feel that his heart wasn’t beating anymore.
Carrie’s eyes widened when she realized Zack didn’t have a heartbeat. She looked at his mouth, staring at his fangs before she quickly moved away from him. “Have you killed anyone,” she asked.
Zack frowned. “I didn’t want to,” he mumbled. “I tried so hard to resist the urge, but my bloodlust got the better of me. That’s why I was afraid to come back. I was afraid I’d hurt you. And I was afraid the people who did this to me would hurt you too.”
Carrie’s eyes widened as she moved to put more distance between her and Zack. “And how do I know you or them won’t hurt me now,” she questioned. “How do I know that I wouldn’t have been safer just thinking you were dead?”
Zack frowned. “Don’t say that, Carrie,” he said. “I haven’t hurt anyone in a long time. I’m doing really well. You saw me there when you were in the accident. You were bleeding. I didn’t even touch you.”
“Bullshit,” she snapped. “You could have called! You could have found a way to tell me you were still alive but you didn’t!” She wiped away a few years she didn’t realize had started falling and sniffled. “I’m going back to Matt’s,” she stated. “I need time to process all of this.”
“You should have sent me text, called me or fucking something,” Carrie sighed. She hesitated before she walked over to Zack and pecked his cheek. “I’ll come home when I’m ready to talk.”