Bloodl.u.s.t

I freeze and suddenly find myself unable of uttering anything. My throat runs dry as take in the scene. My heartrate quickens and for a moment all is hear is the dangerous thumping of my heart, like it will explode any moment.

Shutting my eyes, I stand still like a statue. I wait and wait and then I wait some more. Nothing happens. After waiting a little more, I hear him sigh as his grip on my arms loosens. Timidly opening one eye, I look at him and notice his face has returned to its normal form.

The fear I was feeling earlier drains away only to be replaced by… excitement?

Did you not see what he looked like a moment ago? How can that raise a feeling of excitement within you? A voice in the back of my mind informs which sounds a lot like Leah's.

I'm about to go back to being frightened but then another voice speaks, the only which usually comments inaudibly when I'm reading the collection of fantasy novels I own, Exactly. You saw what he looked like! You've always wanted to meet someone like him!

My face forms a confused frown. Why would I want to meet someone like him?

Duh, Diana! Your memory is worse than Mrs. Toothless Bart! Remember Edward?

Huh? Edward… Edward Cullen? Wait! You don't mean he's a-a…

Say it!

A vampire?!

Hah! Yes! The next time you argue with Leah over the existence of vampires you can show her his picture!

But the vampires in Twilight don't look-

Edward is a fictional character. There has to be a difference between fictional and real vampires!

But I can't be sure…

Then why don't you ask him?

That's all the voice says and then it's gone- Poof- like a genie

.

I clear my throat and part my lips to speak but before I can utter any word I feel his fingers exploring my neck, brushing the wounds softly.

"What are you? Why can't I compel you?" his voice is barely a whisper yet it manages to run a shiver down my spine.

I think of all the answers I can give him for the first question: a second year college student, member of the prestigious students' council, best friend to Opheliah Carter, former badminton player, er- bathroom singer… but then he continues and provides his own options, none of which I'm certain apply to me.

"A werewolf? A vampire?" his gaze sweeps to my neck again. "Can't be. You're not healing."

Had I heard him right? A werewolf. Hah, I wish. A vampire? Nah!

"You can't be on vervain either!" he groans and examines my neck again. I feel a corner of my mouth rise as I speak, "Forget about me!" I pause and lower my voice to barely a whisper as if there are other people in the room who can hear me. "You are a… vampire?" my smirk turns to a full blown grin.

He gives me a look which is a mixture of confusion and surprise. I wonder why for a second and then it strikes me! He wasn't expecting such a reaction from me!

But little does he know about my craze of Twilight and the Harry Potter series!

"Tell me! You really are a Vampire, right?" I feel my head starting to spin and my knees growing weak yet again, wanting to give away desperately but I don't sit. Involuntarily I stumble forward just when I feel the churning in my stomach begins.

Exactly how much did I drink last night?

He gives a little nod which I wouldn't have noticed if I hadn't had my eyes glued on his jaws which almost forms a right angle.

"Yes! I knew it! I knew it!" Clapping my hands like a retarded seal and ignoring the wobbling sound created by my little tummy almost every two seconds, I walk to the bedside table. Opening my purse, I unlock my phone and feel no surprise when I see a hundred new messages and missed calls from one person: Opheliah Jane Carter!

Fav Beetch, 10:58PM.

Grab something to eat on your way. Hope you remember it's your turn today.

Fav Beetch, 11:15PM.

Did Malcom shift his shop elsewhere? Takes just 15 minutes to get here! Come on, D! I'm starvinggg!!!

Oh, this is bad.