I can feel his breath on my neck, bathing it in a moist chill. I gulp slowly, praying that he doesn’t notice my rapidly beating pulse. I stare out at the abandoned cul-de-sac around me. The usually cheery pink and blue hues of the painted bricks look much more menacing at night. As I feel the tip of his cold lips pressing lightly against my skin, I inwardly groan. How could I be so stupid! The realization of all the consequences of inviting a full fledged vampire over to your house are dawning on me all too late. I glance over to see his piercing blue eyes staring at me. I guess I can’t be helped. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and open my mouth to expel my last chance for survival.
He groans and takes a step back, both hands raised feebly above his head. His eyes change to a more subtle grey as he grins sheepishly at me, and I hold my breath to keep from sighing. He looks so much more innocent when he’s not in full force blood sucking mode. That simple brown crew cut is so misleading.
“What now?” He whines in his adorably nasal tone. “Why can’t I be sexy?” He takes a step toward me, arms reaching for my waist.
I slap his hands away. “Because I’m not a tween.”
He steps back; his lip curling under and eyes growing wide. If I didn’t know that he was three-hundred years older than I was, I probably would have thought that type of move was either pitiful or cute. Not that a small part of my heart did not twinge at the puppy dog look.
“But…” he whimpered. “But you…”
Oh no. He’s going to say it, I think giving myself a mental face palm.
“But You’re my girlfriend. Don’t you love me?”
Yes… that question… you’re probably wondering how I got into such a… well… awkward situation. It would probably be best to start from the beginning, before I met my psychotic, vampire boyfriend.