Nice Boys Don't Have Fangs

"You promised you'd never hurt me, you said I could trust you" My voice broke as tears stung my eyes.

Klyde glanced at me before pulling a cigarette out of his pocket, how I hoped he'd just kill over from lung cancer.

"I lied," he said simply. I glared at him; he wasn't supposed to be this. He was supposed to be different, he did more than lie. He violated my trust then threw it in my face.

All I saw was red as I ran towards him, with all the power I had I pushed him against the wall. Klyde had let me; I still have no idea why. The cigarette fell out of his hands and his fangs flashed as he hissed at me.

He flipped us and had me pressed against the wall, my pulse pounding in my ears. His fangs were so long, he looked so scary, my bottom lip beginning to quiver. "Get it through your head, I'm not prince fucking charming. I'm a real, blood-thirsty, soul-less, vampire." His face was so close to mine, his cool breath on my lips.

"Don't forget liar" I whispered.