"Was that so bad?" I asked Jaxon as we laid on the hood of my truck, drying off in the little sunlight left from the day.
He smiled at me, "No, it wasn't that bad. I still don't like the thought of you jumping by yourself, but it wasn't that bad," he agreed, rolling onto his side and kissing me gently. "I love you, Jesse."
"I love you, too, ya big sap," I told him, giggling. I pecked his lips and then looked back at the sun that was about to set. "Jaxon?" I asked quietly.
"Yeah, beautiful?" he asked.
"What's it like?" I asked, staring up at the sky.
"I'm afraid you're going to have to elaborate on that a little more, my love. I can't read your mind," he said.
"What's it like being a vampire?" I asked.
"Oh, that," he said.
"Yeah, that," I agreed.
I felt him take a deep breath before he began talking. "I can only imagine that it feels like being an addict. Like, you feel this burn and this need, and if it gets bad, nothing can stop you from getting what you want, what we need. If I wait long enough, I can't just feed off a human, I have to kill them, and I have to kill more than one human if I wait too long. The thirst, it doesn't take much to wait too long. Once you feel that prickle, you have to take care of it before it gets too bad. Well, I do. I don't like killing people," he said.
"Have you? Ever killed someone?" I whispered.
"A few," he said.
"It's not your fault," I said.
"You don't know that, Jesse," he said.
"You're not like that," I said.
He rolled over and leant up on his elbow, "How do you know that? I just told you I've killed people before, and you didn't even flinch. I'm a killer, Jessabelle!" he said harshly, his voice low.
I sit up to be eye level with him. "I know," I whispered. "I don't care, though, you aren't that person, not anymore," I state firmly.