Sorry

thirteen

abia kamin

It was brisk outside, dead in the night. My parents were never fond of me being out late, especially at a time when a cold blooded vampire was on the loose. My parents were also gone for a few nights, which meant freedom.

A blanket laid on the field grounds with a basket of snacks. His romantic side that I did not know he had was coming out. He so many times tried to convince me that he was exempt from feeling emotions, but I knew otherwise. He was just good at hiding them. But I was his soft spot.

"Do you miss being human?" My back laid as I watched the stars across the sky. It was a perfect night.

Growing up my father used to take me stargazing. I memorized all the constellations and could easily find them in a matter of seconds. It was our thing. An excuse to stay out light together and feed me sugar without my mother knowing. We would have candy, ice cream, slushies, donuts. Everything packed with sugar, we had it.

"Yes and no," Mateo admitted, bringing his arm behind his head as he laid beside me. There are pros and cons to everything, and being a vampire was the same thing. "I miss living in the moment. When your days are counted, you learn to appreciate them more. I miss the way the sun made my skin feel. It was warm like a hug. I miss actually being in control of your emotions and not constantly trying to fight them. When you're a vampire, it's a constant battle of not letting your emotions take hold of you. If I'm sad, I want to feel it. I wanna feel it without feeling no control over my actions."

As he spoke, he started to drift away. Reminiscing about the life he once had, and missing what could have been if he did not become a vampire. Becoming one crossed my mind once or twice. Immortality was a dream many of us have wished for.

"You make a good vampire," I assured him, a star shooting across the dark sky. I never believed in making a wish on shooting stars, but learning of the supernatural world meant that anything was possible. But what could I wish for that I couldn't make happen myself?

"My little witch," Mateo smiled at me, bringing my head into his hand. When he looked at me, time stopped. Everything was easy and problems suddenly dissolved. He made me feel like there was no other girl in the world that he was checking for. All my imperfections were made perfect and they were what made me unique from other girls. "Okay, I gotta get you home," he kissed my nose more times than I could count. It was cute.

"I wish I could be with you without the chance of starting an entire war," I whispered and I saw the flicker in his eyes. He wished for the same thing. It would make things a lot more simpler. It would be easy if this was just about us. But being together meant putting his family in danger and that's blood I don't think I would ever be able to scrub off my hands.

"Me too, Kamin."

We cleaned our mess and he took his time driving me home. Mateo let me play my music and half the car ride was spent with me singing louder than the stereo. He enjoyed seeing me happy and not worrying about things he welcomed into my life. When we got home, I allowed him inside since my parents weren't home. Having him come in through the front door was a good change. Going into my closet, I slid on shorts and a t-shirt. I left the closet, confused at Mateo's discomfort in the room.

"What's wrong?" I removed the jewelry on my fingers and around my neck to place on my desk. He held my pillow, awkwardly smelling it. "Mateo." He wasn't answering me, going around my room to sniff different things.

"Someone was in here," he informed me. I refrained from panicking. But if a vampire was in my room, it meant they were trying to track my scent. Someone was tracking me. I put hair behind my ear, not knowing how I should feel on the matter. I was scared of what this meant. "Pack some of your things. You're gonna stay at my place until your parents get back," he used his phone, leaving my room to go back downstairs.