George

The moonlight shines at my bedroom window. The deafening silence of the night does not help me to put my mind at peace. I can hear nothing but my heavy sighs.

I stare at my digital clock.

'23:59'

'24:00'

I remember what he texted after we met.

'Let's talk about it after your class.'

"But where is he?" I whisper in the air. I tried to wait for him after class in the parking lot of the campus in my car. But after an hour of him not showing up, I decided to go home.

Sigh.

Maybe he's not yet ready?

"How hard is it to explain?"

Sigh.

"Is he in a Gang? A Mafia? An Assassin? A spy?"

I click my tongue.

What am I saying?

I move my gaze to the plain white ceiling. I'm now lying on my bed. I try to close my eyes and sleep, but I can't. I cover myself with my fluffy blue blanket. Once again, I close my eyes firmly.

"Sleep, George," I whisper to myself.

"Have you ever thought that I might... harm you?"

"Damn it," I whisper through gritted teeth.

I grip my hair in frustration, "Argh! I am safe when I am with you. I know that! I just—" I cover my face with the palm of my hands.

I hear knocks on my front door.

Jared.

I quickly open my eyes. My heart beats fast. I can't contain the emotions I am feeling at this moment, a mixture of shock, excitement, happiness, and anticipation. Quickly, I run downstairs and open the door in a hurry.

It's him.

I am not wrong.

There he is, standing in front of me in his silk gray pajamas.

"Hi," I softly whisper.

"George," he says in his husky voice.

Cold midnight breeze blows from the outside, which touches my skin through the fabric of my white pajamas.

"Come in," I invite him. I open the door widely for him and walk towards the couch. "Have a—"

"You know what," he cuts my words and steps inside. He closes the door and locks it. "It's you again." A humorless laugh escapes from his lips.

I frown.

You again?

"Why do I have to see you again?" he exhales deeply.

The lights are off. I cannot move. I gulp. My excitement a while ago turns into fear.

"How many times do I have to meet you? You are not my business. But," he laughs as if everything is funny. "But, here I am talking to you. I can slit your throat. I can snap your neck in one swift motion," he clicks his tongue.

He says it as if his statement is not a threatening one. I feel the dryness of my throat. I am out of words with his threats. My hands become cold, and my body becomes weak.

"I can use that little 'crush' you have towards me and manipulate your little human brain," he walks towards me.

My knees weaken. My hands shake aggressively. He stands in front of me while I'll fall on my knees.

"You are not part of my business, honey," He squats down and levels his face to mine. "You're asking what am I, right?" he lifts my chin and meets my gaze. "Right?"

I clench my jaw. I am scared. But at the same time, I am getting mad at him. I can't understand everything he says.

He touches the side of my face.

"I..." he leans forward. "Can, " he stares at my lips. "Devour you alive," he continues with his unusually deep voice. "And kill you. Right here. Right now."

I freeze.

Kill me?

"Jared," I say in a soft voice.

Monster.

He raises his eyebrows. A grin forms across his lips. I try to stand up. But I can't. I drag myself back away from him.

"Don't be too scared, Darling. I can smell the blood rushing through your veins. I can hear your heart beating fast," he speaks.

The wicked smile is still plastered across his lips. I noticed his fangs grew longer.

"And it's very tempting to me right this moment to smell that addictive sweet scent of yours," he threatens.

You're a monster.

"But, you don't see me as a monster with this pretty face, do you?" he asks and tilts his head to the side.

I am still surprised that he can read my mind. He still holds my face. I realize how close our faces are to each other. I aggressively move my face away from his touch and quickly stand up.

"Feisty," he chuckles. "I like that," he stands on his feet.

"You're crazy!" I spit.

"Awww, is wittew Geowge scawed?" he pouts.

Damn it. I don't know what to feel anymore.

"I just want your answers!" I yell at him. "Quit playing with my emotions, you lunatic monster! Why did I even let you in?! Damn it!" I glare at him.

He stands up. I look straight into his eyes. His eyes have changed. It's not the same ocean blue that I've known. The moonlight shines on his eyes. One of those turns to a bright red while the other one turns to a dark brown. He runs his fingers through his hair in frustration. He takes a deep breath and chuckles.

"Damn it," he mutters.

"You!" he yells and points at me.

I startle and cover my ears.

"What are you!? How come that a vampire can't shut your freakin' mouth!? Aren't you afraid of anything!?" he growls in anger.

Vampire?

"You should be kneeling in front of me, tiny creature. Not shitting and yelling at me!" he vents out.

He breathes through his nostrils heavily. His fangs are showing. His mismatched eyes are glaring at me. He is still in his vampire form.

"You are... a vampire?" I breathe out.

My knees became weak once again.

"You heard me," he rolls his eyes. He crosses his arms on his chest.

"So, you like red wine?"

"Yes, I like red wine."

"If you want something to drink, I have orange juice in the fridge. Drink that."

That isn't Red wine.

Blood.

"Th-that's blood?" My eyes widen in horror. My knees weaken, which made me fall to the floor.

He sits on the couch and watches my shocked self. I see him touch his fangs with the tip of his tongue.

"It's been a while since I've used these," he says, probably talking about his fangs.

"What are you doing here?" I breathe out.

"Will you kill me after this conversation?" I ask while looking down. I am still sitting on the floor in disbelief.

He opens his mouth and says, "How should I explain this? I am—"

"How can you walk outside early in the morning?" I ask in confusion. "Vampires can be killed by sunlight, right? That guy who attacked us? Is that a vampire as well? I'm sure I smelled blood in his mouth."

"Maybe you should ask me one at a time—"

"Are going to—"

"Stop!" he yells, which startles me. His deep voice echoes in my apartment. "Shut. It."

"Calm down," he says in a serious voice and exhales.

Calm down? Is he nuts? I'm with a vampire right now, and he wants me to calm down?

"Yes, I am telling you to put yourself in your calmest state."

"Quit reading my mind," I whisper.

He inhales sharply.

"Okay," he stands up.

"So, lemme introduce myself. Hi, I'm Jared," he stalks around me.

"No, I am not a full vampire. I belong to the day walkers or dhampir. I would like to call myself a hybrid vampire. Yes, that red wine is not red wine. It's real blood. Yes, I drink blood. No, I won't kill you."

"Yet," he adds.

My lips part.

"Kidding," he casually says. He flashes a smile. "I'm here because I'm looking for someone, a threat to our kingdom. You do not have to worry. Vampires didn't want to interfere with humans anymore. It's the 21st century. We just have to find that creature and we will leave your little place."

He stops in front of me. "Now, it's your turn," he speaks as if he's talking to a kid.

"Hello. I'm Georgina, and I hate you," I answer firmly, though I'm terrified of him.

"No," he sits in front of me and slowly shakes his head. "You like me."

I look at him and see him smiling. His mismatched eyes glimmer in amusement.

"No, I don't. Why would I like you?" I clench my jaw.

"I just know," he answers with confidence.

I glare at him. He suddenly touches the sides of my face.

My heart skips a beat with the sudden contact.

"Hear that, baby?" he leans forward.

"Your heart is beating fast." He leans forward and closes the gap between our faces.

Our lips touch. I close my eyes. I hear him breathe heavily.

"And now it's beating faster," he softly whispers as soon as he breaks the kiss.

I hear his grumble. I open my eyes, but he's gone. 

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