Zane [the vampire]
''N-Number 2?'' I ask the room nervously. Suddenly, every boy in the room is
cheering, and the girls are all glaring at me. ''What did I do?'' I mouth to my
friend. She shrugs. ''You didn't do anything, ____'' a voice said from behind me.
I spin around to find Zane, the vampire of the school. I love the way he said
my name in his velvety voice. ''Shall we continue on to the closet?'' he asked,
holding his hadn't out to me. After deciding that it would, in fact, be safe, I
grab his outstretched hand and walk into the closet. After all, Zane hasn't fed on a
human in over sixty years.
What could be the worst that could happen? When the door
closes, the cheering stops, and you hear footsteps outside the door. I know
everyone is piled just outside to wood, their ears up to it, so I slam my hand
against it, creating a big ''Bang''. A few girls screamed quietly, and a couple guys
grumbled as they moved back to their seats. ''Hmmm...'' he begins, ''Cruel, but
humane.'' I curtsy for him. He gabs my hand with one of his, and sets his other
hand on my waist, pulling me close. He puts my hand around his neck, moving his
hand to mirror his other one on my waist, and I instinctively move my other
hand to his neck, clasping my fingers behind him. I hear a growl coming from
deep inside of him, and know that he's just trying to scare me. ''Frightened?'' he
whispers in your ear. ''A bit,'' I admit. He leans forward to kiss me, and as he
pulls away, he asks, ''still frightened?'' ''Not in the least,'' I answer as I
pull him close, kissing him hungrily. He return the favor, and his tongue slips into
my mouth. I begin to feel his sharp teeth with my own tongue, only to cut
myself. Zane tenses before pushing me away, curling up in a tiny corner of the
closet, as far as he can get from where I stood dumbfounded. ''I'm sorry,
Zane...'' I start to apologize. ''No,'' he cuts in. ''Don't be sorry. It's...it's
my fault.'' I get down on my hands and knees and crawl over to where he sits
curled up, and sit beside him. ''It's not your fault you are what you are. Plus,
haven't you not had human prey in over sixty years? That has to count for something,
right?'' you ask. ''It's not that simple,'' he mumbles. ''And just why not?'' I
ask. You're not going to leave him sulking like this. ''Because I could lose
control!'' he snaps. ''Sorry,'' he whispered. ''My control is the only thing keeping
me from killing...and you just taste so good...'' At this, he stopped talking and
squeezed his eyes shut. I knew he kept a boot-knife underneath his sock, although
none of the teachers dared to take it away from him. I decide to use it to my
advantage, and take it from his ankle before he can react. By the time he had his
eyes open, I had the knife to the side of my throat, not far below my ear, and
