One word to sum me up: pathetic. I am a pathetic human girl that thinks she's in love with the strongest, oldest, most attractive, pureblood vampire out there. So, I guess there are two words that sum me up quite nicely.
Pathetic AND crazy.
On top of those "burning feelings of love" for this pureblood, I have this strong desire for another. A former human and vampire hunter (ironic huh?) holds a place in my mortal heart. Though, I know that my feeling for him are strictly friends, but for some reason when he pulls away, and I know it's for the best, I do everything in my limited power to pull him back in. I long to chase the hurt from those lavender irises that try to pretend nothing bothers him.
Then, there is the other, the pureblood, the one I deemed myself crazy because I believe I love him. He's a completely different situation; one that has to be handled with large amounts of finesse and just the right words. There are things you don't say to a vampire…or at least I don't. I've known this boy—no, man—since I was five years old. I owe this man my life, I'll forever be in debt to him. But, how do I repay that debt? What can you give to someone who already has it all? What can a mortal give to a pureblood vampire? One of the other Night Class students, and the pureblood's right hand man said I should "offer every drop of blood in my body to him". But I can't do that. I have an obligation. An obligation to my best friend to keep him sane and off the Vampire Hunter Association's execution list.
I guess there is, yet again, another word to add to the list that sums me up.
Pathetic, crazy AND confused.