Vampires, men with the thirst for human blood (for life) and the need to keep within the shadows, or should I say over-grown children with pointed teeth and a balloon sized egos.

That sums up 99 percent of them but not him, never him. (him, him goes by the name Emmet Cullen and he's a vampire with one inflated ego and enjoys shades that aren't black.)

He's different then the rest of them (them and their smirking smiles, saying 'I'm undead, now bow down' it makes me sick) that always leave behind a sickly-sweet smell and ice-cold hand prints (Josef, Lestat, and many more with even weirder names).

But not him, when he leaves his lips up in a little smile all that is left behind is a growing warm feeling in the pit of my stomach and another day full of him and him alone.

Emmet Cullen, he's my kind of vampire.