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feel better.” I scowl at him –he is
so annoying.
    “Then why are you here, huh?” I say in a voice that is a
little too loud for a Sunday afternoon. The families and other
couples, who are dining, turn to look at us, shaking their heads in
annoyance. Their gaping eyes and annoyed faces don’t bother me; I
am too focused on Dalton and his reply. I want him to tell me
exactly why he is here. Why does he hang around me, is it just
because he sees me as an easy feed? I have held back in asking him
this question as I feared his answer and losing him. But now with
my heart pounding and his eyes staring into mine, I am glad that I
have asked. I have hated all the uncertainty around us and I have
wanted to him to open up to me about how he really feels –is now
when he finally does?
    “Don’t raise your voice like that. Do you know how hard it is
for me to sit in here with these people?” I feel bad; Dalton
doesn’t usually hang out in diners, he just doing it for
me.
    “I’m sorry, but I need to know how your feeling.” Dalton
exhales at my words and I can tell that he is annoyed with
me.
    “That’s the thing, I don’t feel anything. I’m empty; I don’t
give a rat’s ass about anyone or anything. I’m a hollow shell with
no heart.”
    “That’s not true; I know that you feel something for me. You
wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.” Dalton clasps the bridge of his
nose in annoyance.
    “You’re like a broken record! Why must you torture me like
this?”

    Four

    Dalton drove me to AL’s garage –in silence. He didn’t utter a
word, just huffed and puffed as he speeded around the streets of
Portland. My anger level was through the roof at his silent
treatment and when he dropped me off –without even so much as a
goodbye, I felt like slamming my fist into the nearest wall. I
don’t get why he has to be so cruel. If he didn’t care about me,
then why won’t he spare me the pain of being around him? He should
just leave and let me get on with my boring life. But I know if he
did that, then I would have no life at all. When I look to my
future, it’s him that I see. I know that’s crazy because he is an
ageless vampire, and I am growing older every day, but it’s how I
feel. I have never felt this way about anyone and my heart has
shattered into a million pieces at his rejection. I have never had
a broken heart before, but now it’s all that I have. My days are
spent thinking about him, wishing that he would just admit that he
cares. I lie awake every night, imagining how amazing it would feel
to be with him –properly. To wake up every morning knowing that he
was mine, to feel his cold hands on my cheek, to hear his
captivating voice as he tells me that he loves me. A gentle tear
falls from my eye at that crippling thought –I know that it will
never happen. I will never have him, he will move on and live for
another century or ten, where as I will, grow old, die and never
have the happiness of true love. I don’t want to love –if it’s not
Dalton then there is no point. No one could ever live up to him,
not Ryan or any other guy who might come along. Dalton is who I
love, he is what I want and I can’t just give up on him. I will
fight with every fibre of my being to be in his life.
    My mind is rushing as I get ready for my night out –with Ryan
and the gang. I have showered, styled my hair to the best of my
ability and now I am rummaging through my closet, trying to salvage
a suitable outfit. My floor is scattered with jeans, tank tops and
sweaters, none of which is appropriate for a night out. As I look
through my clothes –or my rags as Rachel sees them, my mind
suddenly reminds me that I need to talk to her about Nicholas. With
that thought, I jump from the floor and I make my way over to my
door. I smile when I see pebbles lying sweetly on the tiered, brown
carpet. I push open my door and I head in the direction of Rachel’s
room. I take a deep breath as I knock and I jump when she