The Lost Shadowhunter

10

"I can't believe that vampire bars exist, this is insane!" I laugh.
"It's no different from a mundane club, except we drink blood instead of alchohol." Raphael responds.
"Have you ever been drunk?" I ask out of curiosity.
"No, I haven't."
"I know what we are doing tonight." I smirk, and ask the bartender for a few shots.
"Can't we just drink wine?" He complains.
"Nope. This is better." I smile before taking a shot, "your turn."
He raises the small glass to his face and smells it, making a disgusted face. It was pretty adorable.
I finally cave, "you don't have to drink if you don't want to Raphael, but I definitely am."
He nods and hands me the glass, which I happily down.
After finishing the rest of the shots, I order a rum and coke.
"Are you okay?" Raphael asks.
"Yeah I'm alright, drinking is just different when you're a vampire."
"How so?"
"I usually want to get up and dance and have fun, but now I just feel really calm and relaxed. Sorry, I know I'm not making sense."
"It makes sense, I just haven't experienced it before."
"You should have a drink, just one. I'm not trying to pressure you or anything, but I think you will like it."
"Alright, but just one."
I order another rum and coke for him, and he ends up liking it. So, he has another.
"How do you feel?" I ask him.
"I feel...comfortable."
"Is that a good thing?"
"I think so."
"Do you want to go back to the Dumort?"
He thinks for a moment before answering, "can we just walk around for a little while?"
"Sure. Let's go."
So, here we were at midnight walking the streets of Brooklyn hand in hand.
He speaks after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
"Arabella?"
"Yeah?"
"What are we?"
The question I dreaded most.
"What do you want us to be?" I ask.
"I don't know how to say this but...I think I'm in love with you, Arabella."
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"We will talk about it when we're sober, guapo."
"Why not now?"
I sigh, "because it will be fuzzy for both of us and I want to have a clear memory of the first time I say that I love you."
"You love me?''
"I don't just love you, I'm in love with you, Raphael. But let me say it tomorrow."
He nods, and we walk in silence for a few minutes.
He speaks again, "why do you love me?"
"What do you mean? Why wouldn't I love you?"
"I have killed people, Arabella. I'm a monster."
"I have killed people too. Does that make me a monster?"
"Nothing as beautiful as you could possibly be considered a monster."
"Then neither are you, baby."
"Can I tell you something?" He asks.
"Of course."
"I have never been interested in sex."
"What do you mean?"
"It has never been something I desired."
"You don't like having sex?"
He shakes his head.
"Are you comfortable with me making sexual innuendos all the time? Because I can stop."
"It's okay. Don't stop being you for me. We're different and that's okay."
I smile lightly at him.
I pause, "does that mean I can't kiss you anymore? Cause I really like kissing you."
"Don't you dare stop kissing me." He smiles.