"Focus your hearing on our footsteps. Focus on the sound of the ground whenever we take a step. Even the smallest step can be heard. You just have to listen very carefully."

I was blindfolded, being trained by Jonah, Mavis and Johnny on how to get stronger, vampire wise. I'm already faster than Johnny, but listening carefully is what I can't focus on. I've already drank off of a human a few days ago. It was when Mavis took away my blood bags and I had to hunt for my own food. It didn't go so pleasant. I rejected animal blood, because since I'm so used to human blood, I had to have more. I attacked a woman while she was walking home, and I made her drink some of my blood afterwards so her wound would go away. I made her forget everything about that night and let her go. It was scary. For both my victim and her. I didn't know I could lose my self-control like that. That night, I couldn't sleep. At all. Jonah had to soothe me, because I felt horrible for doing that.

It's been roughly four months since Jonah came back, and four months since my suicide attempt when I thought he wouldn't come back. But he did, and ever since then, we've been inseparable, attached to the hip, if you will. Every night, I would sneak Jonah into my bedroom and we would talk about meaningless things and just have fun. Quiet fun, because my parents are light sleepers. They wouldn't allow him in my room in the middle of the night. Not even for five minutes. "A lot can happen in five minutes," is what Mom would say. But, I've gotten over that. My parents have accepted the fact that I'm a vampire, the one thing they despise, the one thing they hunted down for almost twenty years. It's pretty ironic, actually.

"Focus," Jonah whispered in a most seductive voice. He was taking slow steps in a tight circle around me, his shoulders brushing against me every time he walked. He gave me goosebumps just by simply doing that. "Not on my footsteps, but on Mavis's and Johnny's."

I focused my hearing on the vibration on the ground that were caused by Mavis's and Johnny's footsteps combined. Soon enough, I realized where the were and faced where Mavis was standing. "That's Mavis," I said, pointing that direction. "And behind me is Johnny." And then they came at me all at once and I freaked out, stretching my arms out quickly, as if I was a cross. All I felt was the impact of their chests on my palms and them stumbling backwards.

I lifted my blindfold and saw Mavis rubbing the middle of her chest, and Johnny coughed a little.

"Shit," Mavis grunted, being helped to her feet by Johnny. "You pack a strong punch."

"I panicked! All I heard were you two coming at me so I -" I started, but cut off by Jonah.

"You defended yourself," he said, putting a steady hand on my shoulder. "You're doing better than I thought. You've practiced enough for one day, tomorrow we'll pic it up where we started. At night. To make it a bit harder for you."

"That's a bit too hard," Johnny adds. "Don't you think?" He's talking about that cars won't be nearby, so they won't interrupt my training. And by harder he means that when the sun goes down, nature seems to come alive. Bats - not vampires - start flying around, making noises, and the crickets make their annoying sounds, and even an occasional owl hoots. All those sounds combined will really confuse my hearing. Until I get used to it.

"So, what do you say we go back to my place?" Jonah says. Yes, 'his place'. He bought a house of his own. Payed with the job he got a week after he returned to Romania. We've been inseparable since then.

Jonah's house is not as big as you would think a vampire would have it. Unlike Edward Cullens, who lives in the woods, Jonah lives near them, so he doesn't have to take long to drive to Hotel Transylvania. His house has three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a dining room, a dining room and a massive attic. You would think that a house that big would be for a family of four. But, no. The only person who lives there is Jonah. The master bedroom is, of course, the room where Jonah sleeps in. The second bedroom has desks, maps and chests of weapons such as guns, stakes and holy water in them. Last but not least, the guest room or should I say the third room. That third bedroom hasn't even been touched since we set everything up.

I sat on a comfy sofa, my legs stretched out on top of it and Jonah was in the kitchen getting out dinner. He came out with the fanciest home made dinner I have ever seen. Lobster with a side of sweetened corn. For drinks? A wine glass filled almost to the rim with blood. The smell of the blood burned my nostrils and teased my stomach. I wanted it. Now.

"Nope," Jonah says, pulling the wine glass closer to him. "You're not having any until you eat your lobster."

"I'm parched," I whined. "Pleeease!"

He pressed his lips on mine for a moment, pulled away and handed over the glass to me. "Fine. You win."

I took a sip and felt the blood trickle down my throat and felt the urges go away almost instantly. "I always do," I stated with a snicker, putting the glass down. Jonah squinted at me, and I lifted my finger at him. "No tickle fights when I'm about to eat. You know exactly what happened on our last tickle fight."

He smirked, pecking at my neck. "You were screaming my name, but not for me to stop tickling you."

"You're so sexually frustrated!" I exclaimed with a chuckle and pushed him off. "How about you try not to put yourself all up on me before dinner?"

"How about after?"

I faced him and raised an eyebrow.

"Kidding! Totally just screwing around! You know me better than that. You know that I don't want you as a sex toy." Jonah kissed my temple and we began to eat our lobster in peace. In silence. I washed the lobster down with the blood in the wine glass and washed the remaining dishes. The second I turned off the faucet, wiping my hands on a towel, I feel strong, hard arms wrapping around me tightly, and the next thing I knew I was outside. Jonah scooped me up in his arms and jumped onto the roof of his house. I placed a hand over my chest and started panting.

"You scared me half to death, Jonah!" I exclaimed.

He chuckled and pulled me into him, bring me with him as he started lying down. We watched the stars, started pointing to the brightest ones. Jonah could even see the star from millions of miles away. He said it would give you a major migraine because it would strain my vision. I didn't bother to try it, because I was too busy hearing his slow heart beat. It's the closest thing to hearing one in almost six months.

"Do you think your parents would let you move in with me?"

"By what day do you want me here?"

"As soon as possible. You already have the key to my house." He grabbed my hand and placed it on his chest. "As well as the key to my heart."

I grinned, biting to lip to stop myself from blushing but then I remembered it's dark, so he can't see my blushing. "You are so cheesy," I say, placing a kiss on his cheek.

"But seriously. You already have the key to my house so all you have to do is talk to your parents and I'll help you move your stuff in. You don't need a bed, though. I'll share mine." He smirked a little, and I melted from that charming look in his eye. "I'll move my drawer so they'll be space for yours and as for your clothes, I'll give you half of the closet. Because, you know, it's a walk-in closet so it's pretty big."

"Did you already plan this out?"

"Actually yes."

"I'll try to move in by Saturday."

"Ugh! That's five days away!" He pulled me into him and cupped my face with his hands, looking deeply into my eyes and smiling at me. "I love you."

I tried to say something, but that's when I realized I had been holding my breath. I was going to say it back, but he kissed me before I could say anything. The kiss was so deep, so passionate, it was the first kiss that made me want more. Made me want all of him. All I know is that I gripped on to his short, holding him closer so he wouldn't pull away. I didn't want him to pry himself away from me.

Something was shot and landed right in between Jonah's legs and he pulled away from me so quick, looking down at his crotch and what could have been an arrow there. It was an arrow, those that archers use, and it had a note attached to it. I pulled the arrow from out of the roof and unrolled the note that was on the thin stick of it.

"What does it say?" Jonah asked.

"Don't get too comfortable, my sweeties. I'm back," I started, and there was a signature at the bottom. I squinted, reading the tiny handwriting. My heart sank. "Signed, Solomon."