"Please, give me a chance; I'm a really nice guy." I looked at him like he was crazy. Wasn’t he the one who just arrogantly made a pass at me? And now he’s a nice guy? I laughed to myself. "I'm married." I told him as coldly as I possibly could. "You're widowed." Okay, so now he is a stalker. My heart stopped, dead, as I tried to fight the tears that were coming against my will. "You don't know that!" I yelled tearfully getting up. Everyone in the coffee shop turned and stared. "Sorry" I said blushing and sat back down. "Yes, I do. This town isn't very secretive and I asked around about you. You're widowed with a son, you're depressed and have been on the antisocial side since your husband's death. Your friends are worried about you and want you to find happiness. I would like to try and make you happy if you're interested." I just glared at him. I couldn’t believe I was hearing this. The man was seriously messed up. I took a deep breath before I replied. "To be honest, David, I'

I didn’t know what to say. I wanted him there as much as I didn’t and giving in to these kinds of emotions would turn out bad in the given situation. I can’t let my guard down for anything. However, I reluctantly went against my mind’s wishes. "Alright, we can be friendly." I said coldly, as I watched his facial expression change from curious to relieved. Then a questionable look came across his face. "Why are you so dismissive of me?" he asked me acting like there were no reason to be suspicious of him. To be honest there were quite a few reasons to be suspicious of him, including the fact that he’s always around! I pulled myself together and searched for a simple answer before replying. "You are a vampire." I finally answered him, still standing on the road across from my porch. He began to move closer to where I was and I flashed him a look to stop him from coming any closer. He looked at me like I was forbidding him from entering his own house. "I assure you I'm not a bad one.

We found ourselves at the base of a recently burned down house. Among the charred remains were severely burned, half eaten bodies. I knew in an instant we were at the right place. We moved hastily and silently through the rubble as we made our way to a clearing in the middle of the wreckage. Before us was a set of stone steps leading down into the basement of the once standing house. We pulled out our flashlights and proceeded down into the darkness. By now the fear had me shaking and wondering what would become of Liam if I didn't make it through the night. Would he live a normal life? Would he inherit my gifts and be strong? Or worse, would he be hunted for his gifts. Although it was too painful to think about, I found myself unable to keep my mind off it. I followed David through a moldy, rotted doorway into a damp cave-like room. We descended down into the darkness further from the world above, stepping over corpses along the way. I could see why most of their killings weren't re

We pulled our faces away from one another's, my eyes still closed. I was afraid of what I might see if I opened my eyes. Another gory vision of Julian was not on my agenda for tonight. I took a deep breath and tried to open my eyes, but failed. The moment was so perfect I didn’t want to ruin it with a morbid wake up from this dream. "Is something wrong?" David asked sounding confused. "I'm sorry if it was out of line, I didn't mean to offend..." I cut him off. "It's not that..." I told him before taking another deep breath. I cleared my head as I slowly lifted my eye lids to find David sitting in front of me. A sigh of relief came faster than I could catch it. I felt a little ashamed to be relieved that I didn't see Julian in place of David especially because of the fact that he didn’t know the cause of my relief. I could see the confusion in his eyes; I had to come up with something to excuse my behavior. I took another deep breath and blew the air through my mouth before starting m

The days flew by and there were no leads as to where David could be. Everything was mostly a daze, I tried to hold conversations with Liam the best I could, but had no luck. He knew something was up, but stayed out of it the best he could; he seemed to be able to read my mind with the whole situation. Knowing to keep his distance on the matter but on the same note, he showed that he was concerned. It was like he knew that I wanted him to stay out of it and try to continue on as normal. On the bright side of things he was showing compassion his special ways, by making his own breakfast and cleaning up without being told. He even hugged me once or twice just to offer me some form of comfort. It worked for the little while it lasted and it was good to know that Liam cared so much.The passing days didn't wave my determination, and the nights were torture. Staying up all night long, I couldn’t control the crying; I tried to stay away from where Liam was so that I didn’t wake him. Although