Afraid To Know What Lies Behind The Stare


I can't believe he just admitted it.

"Yeah, me neither."

"What? That makes no sense. And please stay out of my mind."

"Why? You don't want me to know you think I'm hot?"

"No! You just changed the subject!"

"For a reason, babe," he holds my cheek.

This is getting weird. Are we really having a civilized conversation after he just admitted he's a murderous creature of the night? And why is he acting all sweet?

"Don't call me babe!" I say as I push his hand away.

He just laughs to himself.

"Well, let's get you to your physics class."

"Are you trying to avoid my company? That hurts, really it does," he says, dripping sarcasm.

I roll my eyes and start walking down the hall.

Damien appears right in front of me.

"AH! Damn your stupid vampire powers!"

He covers my mouth during the vampire part. And wouldn't remove it. So I did what I always do when someone does that to me: I licked it.

"EWWWW! You taste bad! I need a new tongue!"

How was I supposed to know that vampires (well, this one) taste like Clorox!

Don't ask how I know what that tastes like...

"That's because we're not supposed to be tasted, sweetcheeks," he says while wrapping his arm around me.

My body mutinied my brain and leaned into his touch.

Stupid vampireness!!!