Midnight. ☆ [boyxboy]

Bonding.

I watched as Hunter's head fall back, his eyes were closed and I saw the slightest hint of a dimple in his right cheek as he laughed. And as I watched him, I couldn't help but smile and then laugh too. Because it was so different seeing him this way, laughing at my corny jokes. He was laughing. It was different because usually Hunter always had an expressionless look on his face, even so, he was still beautiful. He had the look of a bad boy, his face had a natural mean look because of his lips which naturally curved upwards, making him look like he had a permanent mischievous smirk. His eyes were sinfully grey with specks of light green in them, rimmed by thick, dark lashes and his jet black hair that was always perfectly messy.

And his body was just as amazing, he was muscular for his age. His wardrobe was amazing too, Cassandra had even commented on it a few times and a lot of girls at school noticed as well. He switched between v-necks, cardigans and flannels which he almost always wore with dark fitted jeans. He never seemed to notice how many girls admired him as we walked down the halls at school, as if he was oblivious to his beauty and I don't just mean his face. He risked his life trying to save me from being attacked by The Noslanga..

"You okay?"

I jumped a bit, his voice tore me away from the deep trance I was in. "I was just thinking"

"You think?" He cocked an eyebrow.

I rolled my eyes and leaned to grab another seaweed sushi roll. I looked up towards the sky, where the stars shined bright. They were even more beautiful upclose. I still couldn't believe that Hunter managed to convince me to have a midnight picnic with him on the roof of his home. It felt nice being here with him, laughing and actually talking, not bickering or arguing. I would regret ruining this moment later. "Can I ask you something?"

His signature smirk was plastered across his face "If I say no, are you still going to ask?"

"Well, yeah, It's important. Something that's been on my mind since earlier"

Almost instantly his expression went serious, the smirk gone from his face "What is it?"

I set the sushi roll back in the container, wondering why I had grabbed it in the first place. "Well.."

"I don't have all damn night, Zane. You brought it up so ask the question"

I sighed at his annoyed tone "You were attacked by, Noslanga.. Vampires. The attack was pretty brutal, you lost a lot of blood that night.."

"What are you getting at?" He said hastily.

I pressed my lips in a thin line and studied his face. The expression that took over his features was not a pleasent one and I was afraid that I had crossed a line. But it was too late to turn back now. "I'm suggesting that you aren't human"

Instantly he looked away from me and I could no longer see his face. "You're worrying about things that you shouldn't be worrying about"

"I'm not afraid of you.." I leaned forwards, straining to look into his face. "If that's what you're worried about"

He snorted "I wouldn't waste my time worrying about such a thing"

"Perfect. Then you should have no problem telling me that you're a vampire" I said eagerly.

"I'm not a Vampire" He said in a hushed tone.

"Then..?" I said impatiently.

"I'm a Demon"

I blinked blankly and stared at him. I definantly wasn't prepared for his response.

"I knew I could have died if I didn't get blood in me.. But I promised myself I wouldn't feed on anymore humans. Ever" he said in a strained voice. "I would have died if you hadn't of .."

My stomach was in complete knots, I couldn't imagine how he felt telling me all this. "So.. I saved your life?"

"Pretty much" he nodded, still making no eye contact.

I reached over to touch his shoulder and he flinched away "Hunter, Look at me"

He shook his head and his shoulders began to tremble slightly "You don't understand.."

"Well help me understand.. But first you have to look at me" I said in a concerned tone.

He turned his head, only the side of his face visible "It took everything in me not to feed on you that night.. Which would have probably killed you"

And there it was. The overwhelming feeling of regret for completly and utterly ruining the seemingly perfect midnight picnic.