Our Vampire Love

I.

Scott and I have been together since life itself. Not once had he left me, nor I left him. "Two peas in a pod," Scott will always say when we're walking along the docks of the harbor. Watching the ships load up and leave, leaving for a world that he and I cannot experience. But Scott always say that one day we'll be one of those people leaving and traveling the world like we're nomads. When tides shift is when we'll leave or whatever he says. Though I'm still in hope that we would leave one day, hopefully that one day will be our someday.

"Scott!" I called for him as I walk through the cobble stone streets of York. "Scott I don't think this is funny." The lights for one and the sun had finally settled. Lights of the tea shops and stores were turning off, announcing their closing. "It's dark and..." glancing around, pulling my coat tighter around my body, "and not safe."

"Safety?" said his voice echoing through the snickets.

Pattering of his feet across the cobble stones echoed. I knew he was near.

"I think safety isn't the word, my dear."

Frowning, I stopped in my tracks standing in the center of the street. "It is. You know the police lurk at these hours hoping to find criminals sneaking into the shops!"

Scott's laugh cackled. A cackle I've never heard before.

My eyes widened as I stood petrified at his somewhat different laugh. And suddenly, long black coat flapped in my face and he stood just good a foot over me. His long black hair contrasting from his sullen pale face. Battered his eyelashes as he crookedly smiled. Still, I couldn't move. Not from his evil laugh but his beauty was not normal. It was magnificent.... In some ways I wonder who made him and in others, I just believe he's perfect. The street lamps glimmered in his liquid gray coloured eyes.

"Freya," he whispered. "Is anyone is Freya's head?" I can hear him, but I can't respond. Snapped his fingers. Then, since I'm still unresponsive, he cupped my face and leaned down slowly.

Immediately I pulled back, shoving him. "That's enough!" I claimed.

"Oh, now someone wakes up, I thought you died on me for a moment."

Rolled my eyes. "Don't you think dying is a bit... irrash?"

Looking down upon me he continued. "No, actually," he answered. "Some people do or did die in such a way. I think it's a horrid way to die." Scott abruptly stopped in his tracks, spun around on his heels, and leaned down to level his face with mine. "And if you"—swiftly brushed his forefinger on the tip of my nose—"were to die in such a way or at all to be certain, I'd be there to save you." Scott smiled, revealing his razor sharp fangs. A vampire, I forgot to mention, is my best friend. But he's never willing to turn me into one so I can live forever with him.

Pushed his intimidating finger off my nose and rolled my eyes. "You always say those words, but when I am this close to dying"—held up my fingers showing how close—"you never do it."

He scoffed. "Liar!"

"Am not! Remember the last I was bleeding to death, you were there but didn't do it. I could've died."

"No, no, no," waved his finger in the air. "You didn't almost die nor could've died, Freya. And you weren't even bleeding to death. Maybe you did have a few scrapes and cuts, but not major ones."

Before I could say a word, he pressed his finger on my departing lips. "I save you by helping you not bleed to death—you could have, but you didn't."

Clenched my jaws tighter than before I walked away from him.

"Freya..." he whined. "Don't leave me Freya...."