A/N: You know what seriously dislike? Twilight, and its characters, and its fandom, and its fangirls, and its effin SPARKLY vamps. You know what I hate with a severe passion? Plot bunnies.
*ahem* That said, drabbles are fun! :) Especially when they sort of bash the characters!
Sometimes, as my head lies against your chest, I can hear something. This something isn't a usual sort of something you would hear, this something is not a noise. Rather, this something is the silence of your heart's non-beat. And your breathing makes no sound, carries no heat, and the coolness of your skin is easily mistaken as the draft from the window. So sometimes when my head lies against your chest, I feel nothing at all. So sometimes when my head lies against your chest, I wonder if you're there at all. And so sometimes when I feel the window's drafts and hear no heartbeats or breath, I wonder if you're actually real at all.
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Sometimes, as your head lies against my chest, I smell it. It's not a usual smell by any sort of human's standards. It's a scent only a true predator can smell as in circles in on its prey. Fruity, and warm, and dirty – like a late summer afternoon. You humans get so dirty, and I can smell it. And it's not just the smell, because there's a burn. A great, huge fire sits at the back of my throat and it's so much more than thirst. So sometimes when your head lies against my chests, I smell you. So sometimes when your head lies against my chest, I can just imagine of all the things I could get away with without making a sound that would stir your father. So sometimes when your head lies against my chest, I want to eat you.