Finally he had set me down over in a far corner of the field we were camping in. There was no one out in this space; it was calm and secluded. He was getting twitchy and it was making me nervous. I had so many questions that I needed to ask him, but I felt rude by wanting to bombard him, I would have to sit and be patient for him to be ready.
"Why do you have such a short temper?" He blurted. It was out of no where and he looked like he regreted it as soon as he had said it. I felt so bad because he looked so guilty even though I knew he had done nothing wrong.
"I wouldn't say I have a short temper....." I held up my finger as he tried to interrupt me, I needed to get through this. We had promised to be honest and so I would be. "I have a hard time trusting people. When ever I let someone get close to me I get hurt; to stop that from happening I push people away. I don't want to hurt anyone it's just I cannot go through another heartbreak. I almost died the last time..." I let this out in a rush hoping he would hear it all. The last bit was a whisper but I could see from the look on his face he had heard everything that I had said.
"I'm so sorry...."
"Don't apologise, you had nothing to do with what happened. I don't want to feel pity, it just makes me feel weak and that is something I can never let myself feel again." I knew what a risk it was saying the final comment but he had to know that I was not a person to a drink out of the pity fountain. "What do you know about supernatural people or myths?" He looked taken back by my question but it was an extremely important question to me.
There was a look of knowing that crossed over his face but it left so quickly I thoought that I could have been mistaken. I can read people so easily, I know what they are thinking and I can see things that are going to happen. People think I lead a very stressful life but it just makes me who I am. I carry on studying his face; I know that he is reluctant to answer me, but that only makes me more curious. He takes a deep breath and know that he is going to answer and release all the tension that has been building up.
"I can control the mood around people, I never understood until a few weeks ago but I have also become stronger and my eyesight has improved." He rushes it out; almost as though he is scared to admit this. But I know just what this is like. "Something wierd has been going on recently but I don't know what. There are no foods which I want to eat at the moment. My friends look at me as though I am a completely different person. I want to belong again." He let out a sigh of relief. I knew he had been waiting to share this with someone.
"Do you know what, or I would prefer to say who, you have become?" He shook his head but of course he was lying. I could see his fangs indenting into his lip.
