A bloody curse.

It's Getting Cold.

As we left the school Mike started catching up with me more and more. Until we were next to each other. He had a wide smile on his face, showing off his fangs.

I looked over to him, judging him.

"What are you so happy about?" I mumbled, continuing to look at him.

"Finally being able to visit the cemetery. Not even Bloodrayne wanted to go." Mike started walking in front of me, obviously very excited.

"It's not that big of a deal. It's the middle of the day so it's not going to be creepy or anything." I muttered, not bothering to keep up with him.

"Still! I've always wanted to go with someone." Mike turned to look at me for a second, soon turning his attention back to his walking.

"Really? Why? It's pretty boring." I mumbled, putting my hands into my pockets.

"I don't know, it just seems cool, I don't really know how to explain it." Mike looked up towards the sky, then to me. Giving me a soft smile.

"Well after this, I better not see you and your geeky ass friends there everyday. That's our hangout area. 'Our' refers to me, Michael, Firkle, Henrietta, and Stan. I guess, okay?" I said sternly, taking a pack of cigarettes out from my pocket.

"Yeah, yeah.." Mike rolled his eyes, slowing down a bit so I could catch up. "You still smoke? You shouldn't be doing that. It's really bad for you, per sè."

"Whatever, conformist." I took a lighter from my pocket, lighting it. "Maybe if you smoked you wouldn't be so lame." I mumbled, taking a drag from my cigarette.

"Smoke? That goes against my vampiric code, per sè." He crossed his arms. "And I'm not lame! Being a vampire is anything but lame." He turned to face me again.

"Whatever, Vamp-Queer." I took another drag from my cigarette, blowing the smoke into his face.

Mike responded by coughing, waving the smoke from his face and leaning away. "What- -cough- the fuck-." He choked out.

"Fuck? I don't think I've ever heard you cuss before." I widened my eyes in amusement.

He coughed a bit more, finally clearing his lungs. "I've never had to before." He scoffed.

I noticed the quick change in his attitude, for some reason enjoying the fact I made him so upset. Seeing a not so 'conformist' type of Mike was very amusing.

"You should do it more often. It makes you seem like less of a conformist." I walk past him, taking another drag of my cigarette.

"Whatever." He rolled his eyes. Catching up with me, then staying at the same pace.

I look over to him, nudging his shoulder to get his attention before passing him my cigarette.

"Your little vamp kid friends aren't here, so might as well rebel a little. Right?" I shrug. Secretly just wanting to be a bad influence.

He glanced down at the cigarette in his hand. Soon placing it to his lips, taking a soft inhale.

As I watched him do so, my eyes widened.

'I never expected him to actually do it, what the fuck?' I thought to myself.

He passed it back to me, exhaling the smoke. Surprisingly not bursting out into a coughing fit like he did before.

"If I knew you, I would think that this was your first time smoking. But obviously that's incorrect." I mumble again, looking at the cigarette, then at him.

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't, per sè. I'm full of mysteries." He smiled, regaining his happy composure. Walking past me again.

We talked for a little while longer, soon reaching the cemetery. As we stood in front of the entrance gate Mike's expression lit up, causing his fangs to show.