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and curve of my thighs. I noticed his eyes lingering momentarily upon them.
    His skin shone light against the night and I found the two dots I made and started drawing. I drew quickly. The small picture was not the best drawing I have made. His gaze moved from my face to my work on his arm drawing a fighting Anime girl. Dressing her in the standard school uniform, the skirt flared out to show the movement. At her back a handsome guy that fought with her against a closing circle of evil. The heroes both brandished Japanese swords.
    “Katana and Wakizashi,” he said, looking crisply at me.
    My eyes flicked to his, “You’ve seen Anime before?”
    “No. I know swords.”
    “You collect them?”
    “Lifestyle hazard. Vampires are durable but not completely immortal.”
    “… Not durable against swords?”
    “Certain damage, yes. Taking the head off a vampire though, will kill us.”
    “Wood stakes or garlic?”
    “Only a flesh wound and good on spaghetti.”
    “I see.” I paused. He seemed vulnerable. A secret not normally given up easily, or thought better after having given it. “What about mirrors? A myth?”
    “Yes. And that talk about holy water – false too. It came out of references to Damascus steel making techniques that leave those wavy water markings along a sword. I see you included a hint of it on your drawing. The water marks shown easily from a distance that the steel had been made correctly and sharp enough to kill Vampires. A grain of truth transformed into myth.” He changed topics, “Do you draw on everyone?”
    “No, just you,” I dropped my gaze, a slight smile still not extinguished. I clicked my pen, picked up his watch from my lap and refastened it around his wrist. His skin felt warmer now than before. “The drawing is our little secret.”
    He reached to my face as I turned it toward him. He put his hands on both sides of my head running his fingers thickly through my hair and leaned in. I dropped my pen and wrapped my arms around his neck. Drawing ourselves together. We kissed. We forgot about the park bench, the car, the lights of the city, the creeping cloud cover darkening the late night sky, the softly swirling breeze that kicked up a stray leaf that fell from insect damage.
    One of his hands moved around to the nape of my neck. Sensitive nerves picked up his gentile touch involuntarily forcing my back to arch ever so slightly. He moved is lips across my face like a stone skipping on the water. Large leaps, then smaller, and smaller jumps, until his lips touched below my jaw. Then high on my neck. My eyelids fluttered as the pleasure moved throughout me. His other hand had left my face and ran down my spine to the little hollow in my lower back. Light and ticklish his touch tingled like a growing shiver but turned luxurious and firm. My back and neck became alight with pleasure that warmed and coursed through my body which softened into him.
    But his lips grazed at my throat! I pulled away.
    “What?” he asked, confused and concerned.
    “I’m still worried about my safety.”
    “If I wanted a drink … I had many opportunities.”
    “Saving me for a midnight snack?”
    “Well, it is almost midnight.”
    I smiled. What was I doing?
    “There’s that nice smile again!” He grinned with a pleasant smile of his own.
    “What do you mean?”
    “It’s irresistible. Young girls are irresistibly designed. You draw in unsuspecting boys.”
    “How is that?”
    “Everything you do, the tilt of your head, the way you walk, the way you absentmindedly brush hair away from your face. Designed to attract. Designed to kill hearts. You’re a dangerous breed.”
    I laughed.
    He quoted, “’ A laugh that sounds like angles’ bells yet dangerous to succumb to the sound of the sirens. ’”
    “Shakespeare and Homer. You’re bringing out the heavy language.”
    “A poor defenseless boy has to find some shelter. Too easy for a young girl to fluster and distract us.” He flashed