Chapter Twenty Four

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Luna Prov 

I can't image what a mission would be like without Fang, he been with me for years it wouldn't be the same. He the most annoying, and most idiotic vampire of all time. His stupid smirk, that make girls blush, well with the expectation of me, The crazy and useless way he holds me when he drinking my blood, also the sweet yet weird kiss he does once he gets his filled.

I hate has his eyes are like ember then they turn a crimson red like a rose, his stupid multiple color hair that look way to soft and silky, even when it's a mess. I hate that he stronger then me, and that he acts so arrogant when he saves me. Or the fact that he taller them me and I have to look up into his eyes and it make me sick to my stomach, that the way he makes me feel. 

The fact that I want to shoot him almost every day just for the things he says, and by the things he does. Like when he kiss me, okay that was his other half, that was so uncalled for, and at least he could have ask me, then again I would have said no. Then he has to go out and confessed to me, to me the girl who threaten to kill him every day, or replace him. When he confessed about liking me, I felt bad on how I been treated him, and also made me feel a little bit happy for some odd reason, maybe it because a guy can actually like me.

For some reason I don't want him to turn, I don't want to have to kill him. The mere thought makes my chest hurt, even though I would never admit it, I can't image him leaving. What am I to do, it clear that he turning more and more, no matter how much he fighting it. 

What is this feeling, and why is it showing up now, why can't I say that I hate him without wanting to take it back. Am I going crazy, am I losing it aw well, what is wrong with me. I don't hate Fang any more, even though he done things that would make me hate him. In fact I liking him more and more. Wait did I just say like, that wrong that completely wrong, what I meant was, what do I mean. I figure it out in the morning, for now I better get some sleep.

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