Anther story is about a boy vampire going to high school. He starts off in ninth grade and goes through to his senior year changing his appearance slightly each time to make it look as though he really was getting older. Really likes this human girl, can't take his eyes off of her, but doesn't make any contact because he knows she will be frightened of him and he will want to drink her blood. The girl is amazing and when she starts to show interest in another boy he gets to realizing that if he doesn't open up more he is going to loose her. But he is intensely shy knowing that his condition causes attraction in humans only makes him more shy even though he plays that off as too cool for the place. The girl looks strong but delicate and as he watches her constantly paying attention to the most minute of details he realizes she is wasting away, though her mind stays strong and intelligent. Her skin begins to loose it's tan her face becomes more pale her eyes sprout bags beneath them her shiny hair dulls her bones begin to poke out at all angles her lips become more red and she becomes more slow in her ever graceful movements. She looks gothic and tragic and haunted and weak and ever so fragile. Tempting. He decides to monitor her, become her silent protector, and watch for the cause of her pain. He follows her home. She catches the bus and he runs, he follows her on her long walk home, he sits on the roof of her old house and listens to the screeching of a woman, the angry sarcastic comments a different young woman makes, and the humming of his girl as she goes about the house doing her chores till dark. Sometimes she goes to a clearing to read, where she becomes a nymph a goddess in his eyes. Every morning at four she goes for a three mile run. Sometimes she'll walk through the thicket behind her decrepit home where she writes with her light hands and long elegant fingers. Once she fell asleep in the clearing and he lightly dropped from the tree he had been perched upon to land not three feet from this sleeping beauty. For long moments he stared crouched at her lovely form. Her hair was spread out on one side, her head rested gently on one outstretched arm her long lashes rested against her cheek and her red lips were relaxed a half smile lingering on the corners. He examines her blemish free neck pale smooth and elegant. It looks to thin to be able to support her head. He cautiously reaches out a long finger and as gentle as a butterfly's caress strokes the exposed vein showing a blue green under the thin pale skin. She hums gently in her sleep, the corners of her mouth jerk upward once and fade back to their original position. He sharply intakes a breath. Curious he looks down at the arm supporting her head wondering if the creamy skin feels just as soft as the skin at her neck. Her arm is turned so that the palest skin shows her veins a tantalizing mystery barely hinted at until the delicate web reaches the inside of her wrist. Ever so gently he takes her light hand in his. He delights to know that her artists hand and fingers are really as elegant and soft and light and as perfect as they looked to him. She stirs and with a final kiss on that perfect hand he recedes back into the tree, continuing his vigil.