I stiffen as I feel his harsh lips, his cold mouth on mine. I can't do anything but submissively stand there, in his strong arms. He has the upper hand, he's strong, he's fast, he's intelligent, and he's a vampire, and I can't do anything, because I'm just a mortal. I'm just a weak, little mortal. He pulls away to take a breath, but I see that look in his eyes as he looks at me. He returns, crushing his bitter mouth onto mine. I can't even move. He's got me completely and utterly trapped. If not for his wall of lips, then his strong male body. He pulls away, playing with my hair.

"You always resist, but you know you love it. You know you can't resist me, my touch, my lips. I'm the only one who will ever kiss you, ever make you feel loved, because no one likes you. Because you're disgusting, and it's impossible for anyone else to love you. Only I can love you. No one else really likes you. That boy you hang out with, he doesn't care. He just stays with you because no one else with hang around him. You're nothing to him, or Sarah, or Erica, or that little blonde twit. You are only something when you are with me." The whole time he speaks I shiver, my head downcast. I don't look him in the eyes, because their image has already been burned into my mind. Cold, heartless, harsh. Just like his voice. Just like his lips. His words slice through me, but he doesn't care.

He never does anything beyond kisses. Just sickening kisses that bare no love. He breathes on my neck, planting loveless, freezing kisses down my neck. I place my arms around myself to keep warm, keep something to myself, but he takes them and wraps them around his back. Against my will. He kisses my lips again, but he uses tongue, and that sickens me the most. I have no control over what he does. I don't even engage in the kisses, but somehow he enjoys them. I'm just a holding spot for his lips. He doesn't love me. He tells me when he gets mad how hated I am. How disgusting I am. How I can never be loved. He lets up.

"You may return home now, Benny. But keep in mind-" And his voice changes to a deadly whisper. "I am the only one who will ever love you, and no one there cares about you. Not your parents, your grandparents, your "friends" No one. Bye-bye now, Benny." He flies off, into the night, leaving me and my cold violated body to walk home, in the hoodie that his filthy hands grabbed and held. I want to take a shower, but no matter how much hot water I use, no matter how much soap, he still remains. That vampire that haunts my days and nights. Jesse.

I run home, and when I get in, I'm greeted by a warm smile and an apple scented candle. Grandma doesn't know, no one does. I fake my best smile.

"Hey, Grandma. Watching soaps? Brewing potion? What are you up to?" I smile and sound happy. She believes. I wish she wouldn't sometimes.

"Oh, I'm fine. I'm just knitting."

"Sounds...fun. Have fun, Grandma." I give her a thumbs up and head to my room. A geeky little spot with sci-fi junk and memorabilia. I feel good here. It smells like my friends. It smells like Ethan.

I lay on the bed, and I feel all it's warmth rush toward me. I craved this while I was out. It's chilly outside at this time of year. I get a call on the phone. I need not to even check the caller ID. It's Ethan. He sounds cheery.

"Hey, Benny. I got Gallacattack 6! It's supposed to be awesome! It has Captain America as an unlockable characters, and...as another one...it's Batman! I can't wait to play it!" I know that I'll sound tired when I speak, but I laugh and join in the excitement.

"Dude, that's sweet! I can't wait, either! It sounds awesome. Batman AND Captain America? Oh my God!" I yawn though, offsetting the whole act.

"Yeah. Are you tired? You're never tired this early. What's up?"

"Oh, nothing. Just didn't get enough sleep last night, and I had a rough night tonight."

"Okay..." He sounds unsure, like he knows something. He speaks once more.

"Benny, would you like to come over. I know it's 8, but we can talk for a little while, and you can fall asleep." I would kill for his room. His caring atmosphere. Jesse doesn't know where Ethan lives. It's my darkest secret. I'm never been so ashamed of something in my life.

"Yeah. That'd be nice. I'll let Grandma know and be on my way." He sounds happy whenhe answers.

"Good. See you."

"See you." I hang up the phone and go over to the mirror, praying that no apparent damage is on my face or neck. I seem fine, then I realize, with horror, that what I thought was a shadow, has been staying in the same position as I move my face. I have a bruise atop my lip, and nothing to cover it up with. I suppose I'll just say I bumped into somthing, I always do that. He'll believe me. I pack up my things, I found another two bruises on my neck, and so I must button up my shirts to the tip button, which I'll cover up by saying it's cold. I walk into the living room, tell Grandma I'm heading out, and make my way to Ethan's house. I get there fast, he doesn't live far away from me. On the same road, even.

I greet him at the door, his face is so sweet, so adorable. I think I love him, but that's the least of my problems. He seems so happy, yet concerned. He takes me to his room, and without even looking at me, he knows something's up. He turns around and looks at my face, where he must notice the bruise on my lip.

"Benny, why do you have a bruise on your lip?"

"Oh, that. I was just being stupid and I knocked into something."

"No."

"Hmm?"

"No. If you had hit your lip, it would have split and bled, but there's a bruise, on your lip. That doesn't happen so easily by bumping into something." I get nervous. Does he know?