“When you change into a full vampire…will you have a reflection?” I asked Wyatt curiously.
One corner of his mouth lifted up in a half-smile, “Yes."
“Damn. Another myth shot to hell,” I frowned as I turned my attention back to the TV where Van Helsing was playing. At the moment, we were at the part when it’s the masquerade ball and Anna was dancing with Dracula. He just dipped her in front of a mirror and she was the only person that reflected back; everyone else at the ball didn’t meaning they were vampires.
About a minute later he added, “And no my eyes will not change color when I try to bite someone."
I chuckled, “How’d you know I was going to ask?” I questioned, eyeing Dracula who was attempting to bite Anna.
“I had a hunch.”
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“She dies!” Wyatt exclaimed, “Why the hell does she die? And why is this your favourite movie?”
I laughed, “Because it’s just awesome.”
“But she dies." This seemed to be a rather important factor for him in terms of the likability of the film.
“Yes, Wyatt, I know she dies,” I said, rolling my eyes, “It’s still a good movie…although apparently very inaccurate.”
He made a face at me, “Don’t you like movies with happy endings?”
“Sometimes I do, but sometimes it’s nice that they show that not everyone gets a happy ending. It keeps things realistic and that’s how I like it.”
“Oh yeah, because a movie about Frankenstein, vampires, and werewolves is so realistic,” he said sarcastically.
I arched an eyebrow at him as I hit the stop button on the remote.
“I mean like…it’s not realistic to humans and frankly not to us either. I mean, look at how much isn’t true,” he said sheepishly, gesturing at my TV.
I chuckled, “Why are you so upset about it? It’s just a movie. Besides, it came out way before you even knew you were a vampire,” I pointed out as I pulled out of his arms to put the movie away.
“I’m not upset,” he protested, “I’m just saying.”
“Yeah, sure,” I rolled my eyes, turning off the DVD machine and TV as I put the movie away.
“So what now?” he asked, ignoring my sarcastic reply in favour of stretching and yawning.
“I don’t know about you but I’ve got homework that’s due tomorrow," I admitted. I'd had a lot of homework left over that I hadn't gotten done during the week and it was worse now since I was scrambling to find time to spend with Wyatt, while also trying to keep up with my school load.
“Seriously?” he widened his eyes at me.
“Seriously,” I nodded, “I was too busy with the show this week to worry that much about homework.”
“Great, I’m being put second to homework,” he groaned.
I laughed as I grabbed his hand, pulling him to his feet, “I never said you had to leave. I just said I had homework.”
“So now I’m your slave? Gee, thanks,” he said as he followed me back upstairs to my room.
“I’m doing homework, not you. Feel free to watch and amuse yourself while I struggle,” I said, pulling him into my room.
