The Nighttime Boy

"What are you babe?"

He stood there, over the edge of the cliff over the deep blue sea with his back towards me as bright blue moonlight shimmers his face, but he wouldn't give me an answer, growing a taste of suspicion down my spine.

"You wouldn't understand. I know you won't,"

"Because you don't trust me. I told you that I love you, no matter what secret you have,"

"But this is my life."

Walking towards him, ignoring my spine-tingling fear of heights, my hand intertwines with his, but I gaze upon his nails, spotting how oddly brown and sharp they were. Is he a---no, I can't jump to conclusions...but then I look at his eyes, how sparkly blue they were.

No, they're myths. They're not real, they can't be. But why am I shaking and my fingers sweaty of fright?

"Aren't they stronger under a full moon?"

"...run,"

Low growling and snarling during and after he said that word, the key word to my survival, but I'm frozen when I caught a glimpse of his long, pointy fangs and he approaches me in a way that he doesn't even know who I am and I finally find the feeling in my feet to step back.

"RUN!" He roars at me and I scurry off down the cliff, grabbing his leather jacket that he gave me to keep me warm in the car and once I reach the forest, he's already gone.