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Let The Right One In
Prologue
Stan's breath tightened in his throat as he looked at the boy he had come to love, even more than he would ever admit. The boy who was his best friend, who he thought he knew inside out.
That was the hardest part; finding out that he didn't.
Kyle's face gave no emotion away, as he stood, his eyes trained onto the ground in front of him. It was snowing, and, as usual, his feet were bare. He always said he didn't feel the cold, now Stan knew why. "You're a vampire, aren't you?" Stan's voice was full of conviction, and a small bit of hurt.
Kyle looked up, his emerald eyes flashing, like steel. "I need blood to live," he admitted quietly, trying not to flinch when Stan took a step back, as though Kyle may try to attack him at any moment. Ouch, that hurt.
"How old are you?" Stan asked, trying not to show fear in his voice, glaring with all his might.
Kyle frowned, "I told you; I'm thirteen." He shrunk under Stan's glare. "But I've been thirteen for a long, long time," he whispered, his eyes moving back down to study the ground.
"I need to go now," Stan said, his voice quavering. Kyle bit his lip, moving slightly to the side as though going to stop his friend from leaving, but thinking better of it. Stan noticed. "What, are you not going to let me leave?" he asked, already scanning the area around him for other ways to leave. Kyle looked hurt, but, bowing his head, stepped aside.
Stan gave one last look of longing at the red-head, before starting to walk forward, his feet crunching in the thick snow.
As he neared his apartment complex, Kyle finally looked up. "I told you we couldn't be friends, Stan." He said softly, his voice echoing in the empty air.
Stan stopped when he heard this, before shaking his head. He opened the door to his building, and closed it behind him.