Moon

Chapter 11:Hunter

*Hunter POV*

She had come to the bar for the last three nights, and each moment I spent with her made me want to... no need to see her more and more. We were getting to know each other, or well she was getting to know me, as I lead most of the conversations. But I didn't care, I was just happy to be in her presence, and happy that she found me amusing.

It was a slow night at the bar, when I couldn't stop thinking about her. I sat a bottle of absolute on the table and looked up in front of me, and there she was, with her same closed mouth smile. She smiled, and walked to the back table, and sat down and I followed.

"Hi," I smiled at her. "Hey," she said with a smirk. "It's nice to see you again," I said honestly. She shuffled. "Yeah well, I had to sneak out here to see you again, and it's nice to see you as well," she said. Her eyes shining at me. It made me happy that she wanted to see me, that she actually snuck away to see me. "I've got a question, how come you never have a drink when you come here?" I asked. She stayed mute for a minute and looked around at the half way filled bar. "Maybe I'm not thirsty," she said sweetly. "But isn't that the point of coming to a bar, to drink?" I asked with a smile so that she knew I wasn't being rude. "What if I said I came for the excitement, or to see you?" she said with a little smile. I smiled, I couldn't contain my joy. "I'd say that's cool," I laughed and tried to play it cool. "So, who are you, I never see you around, except for when you come here," I asked as if I go out often myself. "I am Moon, and you only see me here because I like it here, I hang around some other places, but here is my favorite. Other than here and a few other places, I'm usually indoors, I stay close to my home," she answered. I grinned that she said BlueFly was her favorite.

"So you're not in school or anything, what do you do during the day then?" I asked a little confused. She was young like me; therefore, she should be in school or have some sort of job right? "I catch up on my sleep during the day, the sun annoys me," she laughed. "How does it annoy you?" I asked. I started feeling like I was getting annoying with all my questions, but to say I find her interesting would be an understatement. "You ask a lot of questions," she said staring deep into my eyes. Now I really felt like I was being annoying.

"I know this is crazy, but I sort of feel a connection between us, I'm just curious about you," I admitted. She tilted her head to the right; her eyes never leaving mine, and making me get Goosebumps. "I understand," she surprisingly said. "So who are you, what do you do?" I smiled. She hesitated, before looking into my eyes with a serious face. "Do you believe in vampires?" She asked. I was so caught off guard with her question that I stuttered a little bit. "Um... I...I don't know. I know that they have documentaries on them on the discovery or history channel and there are movies, but nothing has really been proven right?" I asked.

"What if I told you I am a vampire?" She asked with a smirk. I laughed. "You don't believe me?" she asked. "You'd have to prove it," I said sounding sarcastic and unconvinced. "Okay, follow," she said getting up out of her seat and exiting the bar, and I did what she asked and followed.

"You know, you don't have to go through all of this just to impress me. I like girls that read, like music, laugh at jokes," I said trying to be honest and yet funny. We walked to the corner where I had saved her before, and we stood by the wall. "Okay, this proves a lot," I said being sarcastic and staring at her blankly. "Hold on to my waist," she said.

I put my arms out and held onto both of her sides like we were about to slow dance. "You're really holding onto me like I am fragile," she laughed. "Holy shit! You are a vampire," I blurted out, after seeing her fangs. She laughed at me. "Nah, those aren't real," I said trying to convince myself. She rolled her eyes, and pulled me closer to her, and she wrapped her arms around my waist. "Whatever you say where do you want to go?" she asked. I thought a minute before answering. "Um, The museum of art," I answered randomly. "Okay, Hold onto me tight, whatever you do, promise you won't let go," she said. I didn't really want to listen to her, by this time; I started to believe she was nuthouse crazy. Pretty girls, who are quiet and seem perfect, are always bad news. But she intrigued me, so much to where I couldn't say no.