Razor (Vampire Fiction)

7: 'A Rolling Stone In Time'

Kris' POV:

Alex slept for quite a long time. Whilst the human boy was sleeping, I observed some things. He lightly balled his fists in his sleep. Instead of snoring, he made this tiny little noise that resembled the whine of a new born kitten. If I moved in the slightest, he would whine and nuzzle closer to me. That was the one I found strange; the nuzzling. I thought maybe he just did it because I was basically his pillow and if I moved, he'd be uncomfortable. Although, I couldn't come up with a plausible theory for why he did that, so I just let it go. When Alex finally woke up, it was around two A.M. I didn't have the heart to ask him to leave. I knew he wouldn't be going back to sleep after that tremendously long nap, so we both decided to go make food. I was nervous about making my food in front of him. He'd asked for a BLT. I could make that. But, I had to have something with at least a teaspoon of blood. See, I can indulge in human delicacies as long as they have a trace of blood. Even though Alex knew about my blood thing, it was still awkward to eat in front of him. I didn't want to make a mess. I decided on just having a thermos of tomato soup and blood. It was less obvious and well, I really liked tomatoes.

"Sorry for falling asleep on you," Alex muffled in between bites of his sandwich. I shook my head.

"It's fine," I said, smiling slightly at his monstrous hunger. "You were tired, so it's understandable." Alex nodded slowly, finishing his meal in silence.

.-.

After the meal, we decided to head back up to my room for a discussion. 'What kind of discussion, what topic?'. Answer: I had no idea. Alex just said he wanted to talk. We lie there on my bed, under the covers, in our shirts and boxers, wrapped in each other's arms. There was no speaking for awhile. Then, Alex finally spoke up.

"You're supposed to be my boyfriend in public, yet, we've been very...close...in private. You want to talk about that?"

No, I thought, I do not want to talk about that. In fact, I was hoping you wouldn't notice, but you did you observant son of a bitch.

"Uh, I'm going to assume your silence means you don't want to t-"

"Nope. I don't want to fucking talk about it. I'm your 'drudge', your 'vampire slave', your 'bitch'! Maybe that's all I want to be to you. You're getting too close, personal, and touchy with me. It doesn't bother me, honestly, considering that I try my best to shut off my feelings. However, I know that I shouldn't just allow you to come on to me like that. So, to make this clear: if you fall in love with me and I find out, I will kill you with no hesitation. I will drain every last pint of blood out of your scrawny little body. You'll look like a deflated balloon. I'm not saying stay away from me, I'm saying stop being so personal, before you fall for me and I have to kill you," I growled. Alex looked at me, paler than usual and obviously frightened. He got up, putting on his clothes. On his way out of my door, he said one of the worst things that's ever been said to me:

"You are a monster."