The Predator and The Prey

Chapter 7

"You."  I stop painting his face. "What?" I ask him. I don't think I was getting it right. "I like you Zoey." He says again. I look over my shoulder. "I knew you wouldn't take this well." He says looking down. "No Harry. I'm not mad or anything." I say making him look up. "I...I just....it's.." The right words can't come out of my mouth. We have an awkward silence for a while. "Harry I don't know what to tell you." I say looking at him in the eyes. "It's ok. I'll just go." He says and gets up and walks away. I get up still holding on to my heels. "Harry please don't go." I say but he ignores me and keeps walking. "is that the only reason you came here?" I ask and he stops and turns around. 

"No."  "Then why did you come?"  "Because I wanted to come. For you." He keeps walking and he's only 2 yards away from the door. I quickly dash infront of him. "Harry I just don't see how this is going to work out." I say but he moves to the side and keeps walking. I dash infront of him again. "Harry I'm 1,020 years old and your only..."  "19." He says finishing the sentence for me and keeps walking. "Exactly. Harry please understand." I say but he ignores me and I curl my hands into fists. I dash infront of him and place my lips on his. He stops walking and he pushes us to a wall. I drop my heels and put my right hand on his curls and my left on his neck. Our lips mold together and his tongue darts in and our tongues start to dance around.

Seconds later I feel a drop of blood and Harry pulls apart touching his lip. I lick my bottom lip and taste blood. It was Harry's blood. Sophie was right. It was sweet. My pupils widened at the taste of Harry's blood. I touch my lip and feel my fangs. "Ow." Harry whispers. "Oh sorry. I got a little excited." I say and my fangs go back in. My heart races faster and my brain thinks, "you just tasted a bit of Harry."  "You ok?" Harry asks interrupting my thoughts. "What? Oh yeah I am." I say. No I'm not. Harry I want to drink your blood and finish you. But he doesn't know that. He just smiles at me and I smile back. 

Harry leans in to kiss me again but he still had a bit of blood left on his lip. I put my hand on his chest to stop him. "Harry. No." I say but I can't resist it. I grab his tie and pull him to me and kiss him. I brush my tongue on his lip and taste his blood and then pull away. Oh Harry if you only you knew what I am feeling about you right now. "Hey why don't we go inside?" I say and grab my heels and open the door and we walk inside. I can't do this to him. I can't just bite him everytime we kiss just to taste his blood. "Harry come."I tell him and take his hand and lead him up to my room. I go in and close the door. 

We sit on the bed and talk. "Harry, I gotta tell you something." I say. "Anything." He says.  "Well I don't want to creep you out or scare you or anything like that but..."  "Go on."  "Well, Sophie was right."  "What do you mean?"  "Your blood tastes...so good."  "What are you saying?"  "Well when we kissed and I bit you...your blood fell onto my lips and I tasted it."  "So..."  "And then when I kissed you again it was just to taste your blood."  "Oh."  "But you taste really good"  "Oh well thank you."  I giggle. "I can't look at you!" I laugh. "Why?"  "Because of the things I drew on your face."  "Shit! What did you draw!" He runs out into the bathroom and comes back. 

He grabs some paint from his clothes and from his face and chases me around the room. "No Harry!" I yell. I run to the other side of the room,dropping my heels, and he jumps over the bed and grabs me and turns me around and paints my face. He then paints my lips with his index finger. I push him on the bed and climb on him. I grab the sheets from my bed and wipe the paint off of Harry's face. I get some paint from my dress and paint a heart on Harry's cheek. 

I touch my lips to see if they're still wet from the paint and they are. I kiss Harry on the cheek marking his cheek with the paint. We both smile. "So Zoey. I was wondering. Would you mind going out with me tommorrow night?" He asks. "Sure. Why not." I say making him smile. I hear a slow song play in the livingroom. "Come with me." I tell him. We get up and I take his hand and I lead us outside to the livingroom. We go downstairs and dance with the others. After the song was over people started to leave. I was confused until I looked at the time. It was passed midnight and people had to leave.