Chapter Two {Fang}

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Fang prov

I stole Luna notebook, trying to get away from her. I can’t talk about blood or enen be thinking about when it around her. Expertly when she keeps her neck expose like that. She would kill me if I  tried to bite her without her permission.

She just so tempting, why did they made her my blood servant/partner. Who ever thought it would be a good ideal to place a forever seventeen year old boy with a beautiful and interesting teenager girl that would kill him if he did something stupid, was a complete idiot.

Plus, she has such a sweet smelling and delicious tasting blood, and the fact that we live in the same house and her room is right next to mine isn’t helping. But I can’t tell her I just trying to avoid temptation, because I desire her blood, and if I don’t something bad, or really good can happen depends on how you look at it, could happen. She would fill my chest with bullets, then ask for a new partner in the process. It almost happen when I accidentally walk on her changing clothes, and she wasn’t wearing much, luckily she didn’t have any silver bullets with her, and I was able to stop her from calling the council. I don’t think I would get that lucky a second time.

 For some odd reason I don’t want to be separate from her, I’m probably the closest thing she have to a friend, which is her fault, but still sad. She keeps pushing people away, as if she afraid to get hurt. She has a cold personality, and she always look angry.

 Then again she was raise this way, but its no life  for a girl to live. Girls her age should only have to worry about her makeup and dating, not fighting rough vampires. I want to see her smile more often, and not that smirk that she does when she knows she winning a fight. That stupid, crazy, psychosomatic, trigger happy chick. I want her to have friends, a happy life, and stop trying to kill me and/or get rid of me. I’m not planning on leaving; it might be her blood, but I don’t want to leave her side.

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