I awoke, hours later back in my own bed. Oh, thank God I thought, opening my eyes, That was just a dream. One big old nightmare. But then, I sit up and see he is sitting on the foot of my bed. I open my mouth to scream and Christian puts a single hand on my mouth.
I lick it. It stays in place. Opening my mouth again, I bite down hard, causing him to yelp and snatch his hand back.
"Jeez, you'd think you were the freaking vampire!" he exclaimed, looking down at his injured hand.
"So.....that wasn't a dream?" I asked hopefully.
He laughed, probably at the tone of my voice. "Sadly, not."
I sighed. I was so damned tired of everything. Uneasy dreams, frightening realities. I really wished he could just say "April Fools!" and be done with the whole thing. Little did I know, I ain't seen nothin' yet, as that song says.
"So you're really a bloodsuckin' vampire. Like in the movies?"
Christian nodded, a small smile on his face.
"oh." I said "Well in that case...." I took a deep breath, and opened my mouth again, determined this time to scream.
His hand clamped yet again on my mouth. I bit again, harder, enough to bring blood, but I closed my mouth in time so that none of his blood could touch my tongue. I had read too many vampire books to risk putting his blood in my mouth.
Another yelp and his hand was away from my lips. I opened my mouth again.
"God, girl!" Christain said nervously, eyes darting all around the room, cutting me off before I had my chance to let out a good, healthy scream "Will you just hear me out?! I'm not gonna bite you." he looked into my eyes, and, despite myself, I felt a flutter in the pit of my stomache "Promise."
I considered for a moment, before saying, "Fine. Fine, I'll hear you out. Just-just sit over there." I added, pointing to a beanbag chair across the bedroom from my bed "And I'll stay here."
My fear seemed to make him sad. However, he did as I said, and looked back at me. "Fire away."
I answered immediatly. "So you're sure you're not fucking with me, you're really a vampire? Do you live forever? Do you age? Does sunlight burn you up? Are you going to eat me after giving me all this information?Because if you are, then don't tell me anything, I don't wanna be eaten. Why were you eating that deer last night? When do you turn? Can you control it? Have you ever eaten a human? Can you turn someone, or are they just born as vampires? Who turned you? Have you ever turned anyone? How many vampires are in the world? Are they going extinct? How old are you really? Do you really love me?" the last question slipped out before I could stop it. But I didn't take it back. I did still want, no need, to know the answer.
He chuckled. "Don't want to know much do you? Hmmmm....OK. Er, could you write those down?" Christian gave me a small smile.
Looking over my shoulder all the way, I walked to my bed-side table and shuffled through the top drawer, finally pulling out a pad of paper and a pen. I wrote down every question I said, hesitating before writing Do you really love me? in small print at the bottom of the page. Making a paper airplane, I threw it toward the boy in the beanbag, who caught with perfect ease.
"You really don't trust me at all, do you?" he asked sadly.
"Not until I've had some time to think." I replied, settling myself back on the bed, as he unfolded the airplane.
