"I know," He says. I blink quickly trying to get out of the weird swirly state that I was in.
"I saw you before you know. Walking around," He says staring down at me. I shift slightly in my seat unsure what to say to him.
"Is that why you chose me to interview you," I ask looking up at him.
"Yes," He says plainly.
"And what were you planning on doing? Killing me? Drinking my blood and being down with it," I ask sarcastically.
"Initially yes, but I was going to talk first," He continues in a monotone voice, "But don't be concerned with that now."
"And why the hell not," I say raising my voice a little, "it's not a very normal thing to admit or to hear!"
"Don't be frightened. I want this opportunity as much as you do Y/n," he says slowly sitting down across from the table. I stand up and walk away from the table placing a hand over my mouth trying to make myself breathe through my noise to stop the sign of my heart rate from increasing, not wanting him to know my scared state.
"Oh please you want me to sit down now with you when you said you wanted to fucking eat me," I say angrily.
"Don't act naive, you know the risk of that before coming here. You know the stories. I am flesh and blood like you, I just consume something different," He says again with no affliction in his voice.
"Sit...please," He says, "How can I put you at ease? Want to hear about the first time my mother strikes me? My first heartbreak? Maybe the way I lost my virginity?"
"One thing about humans, we don't start with sex stories," I say sighing and walking over towards the table.
"It relaxed you though ...the humanity of the conversation," He says.
"Stop making this so robotic," I say and immediately want to bite my tongue off.
"I am merely answering what you want warm one." He says back with a twitch in the corner of his lips.
"You love this great, you are doing it on purpose to make me feel weird," I say with a sign and reach for my own pack of cigarettes.
"I am 200 years old...do you think that I haven't learned by now how to talk to someone," he says leaning forwards onto his elbow and looking up at me with a smile.
"Hardy har. You got me ok? I don't know the first thing about you and I am trying to learn. You are obviously an expert on me," I say sighing and letting out a puff.
"On humans? Yes. I can play them how I want, but you Y/n. You are...intriguing," He says leaning back, crossing one arm over his chest with the other taking a drag of his own cigarette.
"Come with me," He says standing up and looking down at me.
"What? Where? We are having an interview," I say confused and looking down at all my material.
"Too formal. You want to learn right? You want to see inside the life of a vampire warm one? And you don't want a host to be late to their own party do you," He says smiling letting out smoke through his nose and tapping out his cigarette on one of the papers that I brought.
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I try to make a steady pace with him, he is fast in his walk. We make our way up toward a big house in Connecticut. It was one that I expected him to own but still impresses me. The feeling of anxiety crept into my chest knowing that I am so far from home. I try to swallow it though, this is what I have come for, this is what sells papers. I sure as hell will do anything to gain respect in my work and company.
