DANGER NEVER TASTED SO SWEET
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How to date a vampire?
I'll tell you!
You'll need to give him hugs, daily, and also... other things.
Oh, and blood. He needs blood.
How do I know?
My boyfriend's a vampire! Or at least I think...
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"Ready to see our new home?" Will said then, setting my bags in front of this over-sized house.
"No," I said numbly. "I liked my apartment better."
"You haven't even seen the inside," he said, amused, "be a little more open to things, Angel?"
He then opened the door, looking inside as it parted and gesturing for me to walk in.
I did, stepping in the room with reluctance as I glanced around.
Ugh...
Giant kitchen? Large living room? Excellent flooring?
UGH.
I hated perfection... especially knowing it came from a demon.
"Soooo... what do you think?" he said then, setting my bags down again.
"I hate it," I said angrily.
He just chuckled, closing the doors behind me. "You'll warm up to it."
I just made an impatient sound. "Where's my bedroom?"
"It's upstairs," he said then, "are you ready for bed?"
I just walked up the stairs immediately, and I felt him smile despite my rudeness.
"Is something wrong?" he said then, making me stop. "You've been acting all flustered and angry for a week now."
I remained in place for a moment, clenching and unclenching my fists. "It's nothing."
I was lying. I was always lying.
I was mad, but not at him. I was mad at everything. The situation, the world, the people... I was pissed.
"I think it's something," he said from the bottom of the staircase. "You know how I feel about lies, my princess."
I kept silent before changing the subject. "Which way is my room?"
"To the left," he said swiftly.
I started to the left then.
"It's about me caring for you, isn't it?" he said then, making me freeze.
"What... are you talking about?" I hissed.
I felt his demonic presence fill my senses, and I had to resist shivering.
I then glanced over, finding him standing beside me.
He just smiled, eyes glowing dangerously. "A week ago, you fell ill. I cared for you even though I'm going to kill you. Now you're feeling unsure. Is that right?"
I started forward. "I don't like being pampered."
He just caught my wrist and shoved me back, and I gasped when I clashed with his chest.
