It's been three hours since Jeremiah directed a word to me and not just sit an stare like he was doing at this very moment. I stood up acting like a normal person, wiping my eyes and stretching. It took me a second to realize that the truck was moving. I looked around quickly standing up alarmed even though I knew that nothing could possibly go wrong.
"You should relax, my dad is just driving home," Jeremiah explained while he examined me.
"So why have you been staring at me for the past three hours?" the question accidentally slipped out of my mouth.
"Cause you're pretty," he said with a blank expression, he wasn't embarrassed to admit this, but he really meant it. His brother, who was next to him, rolled his eyes.
"How old are you guys, anyway?"
"I'm sixteen," Jeremiah said pointing at himself, "and Damien is fifteen." The truck came to an abrupt stop.
I slowly turned my gaze to the stove as I walked towards it. I placed my hand above it and moved it from one side to the other. I paused once I heard Jeremiah walk towards me. Suddenly he grabbed my hand, he was taller and looked older than I expected. I knew that I shouldn't be involved with any human who could expose my kind, but I felt I knew him for ages. I knew the truth.
"This is a bit awkward, don't you think? Given that I'm nineteen and all," I said trying my hardest not to stutter.
"I know damn well you're not nineteen," he whispered so low, yet it felt so loud. I stopped abruptly.
"Should I kill him now and run away?" I thought to myself.
"What do you mean?" I asked seriously, slipping out of his grip and trying to keep distance between us.
"Don't be upset... but I know who you are... well actually what you are," he spoke in front of me as I planted myself on the couch.
"How?"
He shrugged, "I read a lot of vampire, wolves, mystery books... so trust me, I know," I thought he paused but then I suddenly remembered something, "by the way I've had girlfriends, so don't start getting the wrong idea. I have a life."
I was in no mood to think of anything besides the fact that I have been discovered, "Can you keep a secret? Because I would hate to kill you," I told him as he sat next to me.
"Of course, but you have to promise me one thing."
"What's that?"
"That you'll keep an eye on me, basically be my awesome cute protector," he said calmly with a smile on his face.
"Fine," I said under my breath. I don't need to breath but I like to do it because it makes me feel closer to humans.'
"Ready," Mark said as he walked into the trailer. I quickly stood up, he smiled, "your room is ready." He faked cough to get rid of the awkwardness of the room.
"Um... okay," I said as he gestured towards the outside of the trailer. As I was walking out I heard Mark whisper to his son "You picked a good one...don't let her go."
Damien stood in front of me, "This way," he said.
I followed him inside the house. It looked abandoned and old, it looked like a serial killers house. Pictures of dead animals and actual animal heads placed on a wooden frame hung on a wall and at the bottom a double barrel shotgun and a sniper next to it.
As I walked further their was a stairway that lead to the top story of the house, it smelled freshly cut and cleaned wood. The smell of the clean scent of Wick Air freshener lingered. As we walked up the stairs the sound of the wood creaking below our feet within every step grew louder as if someone purposely help wood to our ears and pressed down on it. We began to approach a long hallway with four bedrooms and a bathroom, in the center all the doors were wood color, a dirty brown with rusty old door handles.
