Show Me

9. Sight

~I have nothing to say~

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The stars were prettier in Draven's dimension. They shone brighter and there were more of them. He told me it's because our worlds were created at different times. I asked about the two moons, which had to be one of the most amazing sights ever. He said they were comets that were floating by and got stuck in his world's rotation. I asked how the moons didn't affect his world's rotation, and how our worlds have the same times. He stuck in apple in my mouth and told me I talk too much. I also learned a considerable amount about him, too...after I ate the apple. I learned that his favorite color is silver and he gets his hair color from his dad. I now know that his only friend is Justin, and that he has only met three other humans apart from him mom and me. He never met his dad, but his mom says he was from my world. When I asked him what his biggest goal was, the answer was simply "find happiness before I die." I told him that was poetic. He gave me another apple.

I'm not sure when I fell asleep, but I am sure that I woke up being cradled. Draven was carrying me effortlessly through the thick woods, waving to vampires every so often whose eyes glowed red.

"Draven?" I whispered groggily. Startled by my sudden consciousness, he snapped his head down at me, but continued walking.

"Yeah?" he softly replied.

"Why are vampires' eyes red? I thought there was only gold and gold with black flecks and then black."

"Well, when someone's eyes become completely black, but you keep doing bad stuff, there isn't really much else it can do. So it turns red. You gain odd abilities that really have no positive side to them. And you have to drink blood. Most people say the first vampire was created from a sinner who was addicted to murder," he finished, eyes back on the ground as he slightly stumbled over a root. I shifted in his arms, notifying him that I was fully awake. He didn't put me down.

"Draven?"

"Yes?"

"You can put me down."

"No thank you."

"Bu-"

"Truth or dare?"

"Draven-"

"Truth or dare?" he repeated, grinning at me mischievously. I rolled my eyes.

"Truth."

"You're no fun."

"Truth."

"Okay, okay," he laughed, flicking his hair out of his eyes, "Do you like my world, or your world better?"

"It depends. It's all so gorgeous here, and there is two moons, which is awesome, and...you're here...but my family and everything that I grew up with is in that world," I nodded, satisfied with my own answer. I leaned my head back to look at him. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," he said, flashing his teeth. I huffed. I'm no good at coming up with these. I smirked and looked up at him.

"I dare you to put me down," I said triumphantly. Rollin his eyes, Draven put my legs down, but immediately snatched up my hand, intertwining our fingers.

"Alright," he started, "truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Again? Seriously?"

"I play by my own rules." I retaliated. Sighing, he tried to come up with a good enough question. I saw his face soften considerably, and he bit his lip.

"If..." he paused, then looked at me, but he quickly averted his gaze, "what do you think of being kissed on the first date?" he asked, so fast I almost missed the question.