A/N: hope you like it, I know people don't appreciate the secret vampire story enough and I simply love it!

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Poppy looked out of the window in plane she was on. She could see the clouds, and, well, not much else. It was 3 in the morning and the rest of the passengers were asleep. Except for, of course, James.

She had been a fully functional vampire for a near a year now, and still couldn't go back to her home town, for the soul reason that everyone except her brother, believed her to be dead.

They were on their way to Las Vegas, Poppy was particularly nervous because this is where James' psycho cousin, Ash, had taken her there last year, when he planned to tell everyone she was formally human. A sudden change of heart had saved both their lives, but that didn't stop Poppy disliking Ash.

What was taking so long? Poppy looked at her watch and read, 3:13, 3 minutes since she last looked at her watch. Being a vampire meant no sleep, so no time for time to fly by like it used to. Some people would consider that a good thing, Poppy just saw it as more time to miss her family. She hadn't seen her mom in a whole year, on Saturday it'll be a full year since she "died".

James could see when his soulmate was upset, he could sense it inside of him. He put his arm around her and allowed her to snuggle into his body. Although he was quite cold, to Poppy it was comforting, that no matter when it was, James would always be there for her.

"You okay?" he asked her, so quiet that even if other people were awake, they wouldn't be able to hear what he was saying.

"Yeah," she said snuggling into his chest some more, "just miss the feeling of tiredness. And I'm thirsty."

"I have some blood with me," he said, lowering his voice even further.

"No, I really want a coke." she said, laughing to herself, she was possibly the worst vampire in the world. Full fat coke still gave her a buzz, only blood should be able to do that. James also laughed, in his opinion there was nothing cuter than a vampire who desired coca-cola!

"Ok, I'll get someone to get you one." he said, kissing her forehead and going to find someone to fetch Poppy a coke.

Poppy went back to looking outside, wondering which part of the world they were flying over. They had been on the plane for 2 hours, not a long time, and they still had about 4 hours to go. They were going to visit some of James' family for a couple of weeks before going to Connecticut to go to college at Yale where they had both been accepted. James returned with a can of coke and some travel sized Pringles, which he knew Poppy liked.

"Sour cream and onion mm mm" Poppy laughed, popping the lid open with her long finger nais, "damn!" she shouted.
"What?" James said, thinking he'd got the wrong flavour or something stupid.

"I broke a nail," Poppy said. She turned to her boyfriend's face and just laughed at herself, almost choking on a Pringle bit which was stuck in her throat.

The next few hours dragged on for what seemed like a lifetime. Not going to sleep had that effect on you. At about 6am people began waking up so Poppy started to feel more alive again.

Like she could pretend that wasn't some blood sucking monster.