secret. You can’t tell anyone that I am a vampire, will you do
that for me?” I pout my lips at him.
“If I do, then what do I get in return?” He laughs at
me.
“How would you feel about spending some time with me, as my…
friend?” I raise my dark eyebrow in his direction.
“Friends?” I say in a sarcastic tone.
“I don’t do girlfriends, I’m sorry, but that’s my number one
rule and I never break it. I can offer you friendship and someone
to make out with, if that’s enough for you, then I’m all yours.” I
consider his words and I am little annoyed by them, but I am in no
position to argue with him and I really don’t want to lose him, so
I will agree to his conditions.
“It’s a deal,”
Four
Two weeks have passed since Dalton told me about his dark
secret and every one of those days, I have spent with him. We have
talked –about everything and I am really enjoying getting to know
him. He has told me all about his life –before he was a vampire, he
and his brother, Nicholas lived in Louisiana with his parents. He
fought in the civil wars and he has told me that he loved his
small, but satisfying life on the plantation. I haven’t yet asked
him how he was turned into a vampire or who turned him, I guess I
am scared of his answer. When I am with him, I don’t see the
predator that he claims to be, I see a gentle, loving person, who
is funny and very charming. I haven’t yet seen his vampire side,
because he always feeds before we hang out. When I stare into his
deep blue eyes, I try to imagine what is going on in his head. I
can never be one hundred per cent sure that he doesn’t thirst for
my blood, but I somehow like the danger and the urge that thought
brings. His existence is fascinating to me and I love the aspect of
him being an immortal. Any other girl would go running the opposite
direction, but not me. I adore the time that we have spent together
–in the black, darkness, of the Portland nights. Dalton can go out
in the sunlight, but he prefers the darkness of the night. He
climbs up to my bedroom window and I escape –without making a
sound, then he jumps to the ground with me hanging onto him for my
life. He always places me into his car and then we speed off into
the night –alone. Dalton is very respectful, he maintains his
distance from me, but sometimes my desire takes over and I
instigate the first kiss. His lips are icy –except for when he
drinks coffee, the caffeine heats up his body, so he isn’t cold to
the touch. I cannot lie and say that he doesn’t frighten me, but
something in his eyes alerts me that he would never hurt
me.
“Rose,” I hear Rachel shout from the living room, her voice is
urgent and quite deafening. I quickly finish my coffee and then I
rush into the lounge, to see what all the fussing is about. When I
enter, Rose is standing in front of the TV, her hands firmly placed
on her hips and her golden hair hung loose around her shoulders. I
walk over to her, ducking my head around her so that I can see the
TV set. Rose notices me and she turns to face me, her eyes are
raging, but they look scared at the same time. Her lips are white
and her hands are slightly shaking on her hips. I look at her –with
concern in my eyes, wondering what has her so rattled. “Have you
seen this?” She says as she moves one of her hands away from her
hips and points towards the TV set. I move my eyes away from hers,
as I focus on the news flash that Rachel is watching. My heart
begins to beat a little faster, when I take in the words of the
news anchor. She is rambling on about some attack on a teenage girl
and I sigh as I feel for her, but I still don’t understand why
Rachel is so flustered by the news. Attacks are a regular
occurrence here in Portland, every weekend there is some group of
teenagers on the news, getting into fights and being arrested
because they drank too much at the latest party. I shake my head,
as I look at Rachel and I cannot put the