DANGER NEVER TASTED SO SWEET
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How to date a vampire?
I'll tell you!
You'll need to give him hugs, daily, and also... other things.
Oh, and blood. He needs blood.
How do I know?
My boyfriend's a vampire! Or at least I think...
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Suki and I walked down the street peacefully this morning, and by the afternoon... everything went to hell.
It was about two o'clock as we walked down the streets; she was previously on her break, you see. And an asshat with his selfish desires jumped out from a bush and shot at her with his puny gun.
I—of course—jumped in the way to keep her safe, but the bullet ended up slicing into my chest.
I distantly heard her cry out when I fell over, and I knew collapsed to the ground, bleeding out. The bullet sliced through my heart, you see.
But my reign wasn't over.
"Come here, you bitch!" the man screamed, starting to Suki.
She scrambled backward, letting out shallow breaths.
I just chuckled, making both of them look down at me, but I just started laughing, then louder.
My eyes flew open, flashing a bright red, and I arched my back when I rose from the ground like a doll with broken bones.
I flew my head forward, knowing my hair was concealing my expression, but I knew my smile spread across my face.
"What..." the man stammered, stepped backward, "what the hell are you?! I shot you in the heart!"
I just raised my hand and coughed a little, and the bullet flew past my lips and landed on my palm.
Suki's eyes widened when she saw it was covered in blood.
I gazed up at the man then, tipping my head to the side as my eyes beamed a bright red. "You men seem to have trouble keeping track of your belongings. This is supposed to be in your head, not my chest."
His eyes widened in horror, and beads of sweat slipped down his cheeks.
"But... alas," I said then, dropping the bullet on the ground, "I think I might have fun with this. You did try to shoot my Angel, after all."
He stared for a long moment before he caught a hilt of a dagger from his holster and came running at me. "I'll kill you!"
He threw the knife forward, attempting to stab me, but I just pivoted backward, sliding out of his way.
He couldn't stop in time and slammed into a pole behind us.
I watched in amusement when he stood shakily, clearly ignoring the pain, and came at me again.
This time I caught his arm, and he froze. "Hey!" He snapped his gaze to mine. "Let go!"
I threw him backward, still holding onto his arm when his body went the other direction.
I smirked when his elbow snapped with the act, and he screamed in pure agony.
"Good," I said then, slipping my fingers through his, catching the hilt of the dagger. "I was worried you wouldn't be able to feel pain to my favorite extent."
