Blood Love

"Tell me again what I look like," I whispered. I didn't need to speak too loudly; the night air carried my voice to his ears. That and his hearing is hypersensitive.

"You have a pointy chin. But not like a knife, more like the bottom of a heart on a valentine card. Your hair is dark black, and straight but soft. Your skin is light like the moon, and your ruby eyes sparkle in the starlight," he whispered back. I giggled a little bit.

"Alright, shut up you sound like you're writing some crappy teen romance novel," I said. He chuckled lightly, "Alright, you try describing me without sounding like you're a 14 year old girl describing her dream man, Edward Cullen."

"Your complexion is light, but your skin is dark. Not as dark as before, but darker than most. So is your hair, even though it is short. Your jaw is straight and firm, and your skin is as smooth as marble. Your eyes are like red delicious apples, sweet and dark. Damn, this is harder than it looks. Shit. Your eyes are very red, like really red, like…" I trailed off, trying to think.

"Like blood?" he chimed in.

"Yeah, like blood. Like a pool of blood seeping from the neck of your next kill, their pink hue leaving their face and landing on the floor. Some in a steady stream, some in a pulse-"

"Stop now you're making me hungry," he complained. I just giggled. I always make him hungry.

"I love how your teeth catch a little bit on your lip when you smile." This only made me smile more.

There was a silence for a while. Not an empty one, but one that was filled with everything; the world, the air, everything that was and will be hung in this silence. The chill of the air that we could not feel, the pale light of the moon and stars in the clear night sky, it was beautiful.

"Do you remember," I said breaking the silence, "what it was like before? I sometimes see glimpses, but not much."

"Barely, I remember this woman who lived with me, she had grey hair in curls. She liked flowers, and always smelled nice. But after that, I remember waking up on a hill, that's when you found me."

"She might've been your Grandmother. From what the elders tell me of a Grandmother that is. Like I said, I barely remember anything." I exhaled sadly, more for dramatic effect than necessity.

He turned to me now, "What do you remember? You said you saw glimpses, so what's in them?"

What was in them? I asked myself. I took a second trying to remember, "There was, this guy… It was really dark, and it smelled like cigarette smoke and gasoline… I remember it was really quiet, except for a pair of shuffling footsteps which might have been mine… My head hurts from remembering," I said to change topics.

"You might just be hungry, your eyes are looking a little pink. Let's go grab a snack."

"Ok, but I'm not in the mood for a whole person, but I don't want to turn someone either."

"That's okay, we'll split one." He suggested with a smile that flashed his bared fangs.

"I hope you only mean that figuratively," I said chuckling. He laughed.