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29. Focus

~Cally (wow, how unpredictable!)~

Anthony shut the door behind him and slowly made his way towards me. My head was slumped, my hair falling in front of my face.

"Hey blood angel," he said softly. I scoffed loudly, trying to flick hair out of my face. The day was ending, and, honestly, I was surprised I didn't die. As Anthony stepped closer I saw the smirk on his face, and I really wanted something hard to take it off his face for him.

"You know the drill," he quirked his eyebrow and put his hand out, waiting for my arm.

"A-Anthony," I rasped, as Ivory hadn't been in for a few hours, "Anthony, at least..." I had to pause for breath. "At least let me s-sit down."

Anthony just laughed.

At my perfectly reasonable request, he threw his head back and laughed at me.

"Please darling," he began, giving up on me handing over my wrist willingly and grabbing my hand, "While standing, your blood can flow easier," he explained. I shook my head.

"Wouldn't most of the blood go to my legs?"

"I think I know blood."

"Excuse me, but have you ever gone to school?"

"School?"

"See?! And plus, if I was able to lay down, that would be the best blood flow," I argued.

I actually knew nothing about blood flow. I just needed a nap. Anthony narrowed his eye at me, while re-opening a still-healing wound on my wrist and letting the blood drip into the bucket below.

I didn't even wince.

In fact, I am proud to say that he was the first to break eye contact, staring down at my wrist and mumbling.

"I'll see what I can do," he said under his breath. I widened my eyes. I really didn't think that would work.

"See what you can...what," I exclaimed, thoroughly confused. Last I heard this guy was a heartless vampire who found joy in watching me suffer.

"I'll see if I can get you some freaking mats or something, now shut up before I change my mind."

I nodded furiously, as I won't be overlooking any opportunity to improve my situation.

As Anthony walked out of the room, the cooler/bucket of my blood sloshing around in his left hand, I wondered if only cold blood pumped through his forever-living heart.

Probably.

But at least they have a heart, no matter how cold it is.

~Reagan's POV (wow again with the-wait what)~

I sat across from Justin, messing with the box that my red contacts were in. I couldn't look any of them in the eye, not after their insinuation that I would turn to be with Justin.

It was crazy...wasn't it?

I mean, his flirting is cute and he is cute and his mannerisms-like how he always ducked his head and then looked up at me for approval after he suggested any sort of idea-are cute and the way he squints his eyes and tilts his head when he's confused is cute, but I wouldn't turn into a vampire for him.

However, even though it was obvious he wanted to be, Justin was not my main focus. My best friend was being held as a blood slave for vampires, and I, a human, was about to go into this bloody prison to try and rescue said friend, all while pretending to be a vampire, and all my dumb mind could think about was how I haven't seen a boy on earth that could pull off blonde hair as well as Justin.