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She sat there looking so… beautiful. She was drinking her orange juice, reading Pride and Prejudice at the table. She wasn't aware of me staring at her through the window. She never was. No make up, hair an absolute mess, and still in her bunny slippers. But she looked gorgeous all the same.

FLASHBACK

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"Julian! Julian!" she said excitedly. She was carrying a sparkling silver bag, holding it out from her while running.

"Look Julian! Look what I got you for Christmas!"

CHRISTMAS! I mentally kicked myself for forgetting to get her something. She's been talking about it non-stop since before break. Asking me and asking me what I wanted.

Aiden. The CD, I told her. She said ok, and looked partially satisfied. How could I've been so stupid? Isn't that why she met me at the park? Did I honestly think otherwise?

"Hello? Earth to Julian!" She shoved the gift in my hand, breaking my train of thought, and urged me to open it.

I carelessly tossed the white tissue paper to the icy ground, eager to see what she got me. There it was. Brand new. Aiden screamed the cover in old English writing.

"Thanks," I said really happily.

She was pleased. "You're welcome," she said. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it's great. Thanks Tabitha," I said lamely, gathering her into a hug, to avoid looking at her face. But I had to face reality eventually. I gently pulled her away, and looked down. "Look, Tabby… I'm really sorry. I forgot. I just got really caught up…" I dared to look at her face.

She was hurt I could tell, but she tried to play it off. "No, no. It's cool," she said. "It's not like I told you to or anything."

"I guess I'll see you after break, then?"

"Yeah. Merry Christmas Julian." And with that, she turned around and walked home, leaving me in the cold.

END OF FLASHBACK

I still cringed at that memory. I should have gotten her something! But she stirred me from my thoughts, getting up and closing her book.

She was on her way to shower. I knew this by now. I rolled my eyes at the thought. This was her everyday routine, I should know. We'd only been neighbors and best friends since birth!

I turned from the window to take my shower as well. As soon as I got up there I fished out Aiden and put it in the shower proof Radio/CD player.

While the melancholy sounds of the first track poured from the player, I turned on the shower and let it heat up. While that was running, I got my towel and stripped.

When the shower was finally heated, I stepped in and let the hot water unknot the stressful points in my shoulders and back. I got my AXE body was and scrubbed. When I was done rinsing off, I reached for my shampoo bottle. CREW for MEN it said. I laughed. Some kind of man I am, I thought, and squeezed some in the palm of my hand. I lathered up the suds and tried to massage them into my hair. My girlfriend said it felt good, but I think it just feels like someone pulling your hair. So I stopped.

I rinsed the shampoo out, and conditioned with the same process, even though the massaging hurt my scalp. When I rinsed for the second time, I washed my face, reminding myself that today was a very important day. I watched the soap suds swirling around the drain, awaiting their turn to fall down into the unknown abyss that lay ahead. And I thought to myself. That's exactly where I'm going.

"Get up! Let's go. Get in the shower, and get ready. We're out of here in an hour." I was talking to my girlfriend, of course. Who else? I kissed her on the cheek to better wake her up. I lowered my voice to just above a whisper. "Come on, Hailey," I said, getting on the bed to lie beside her. She didn't respond, so I nuzzled to crevice between her neck and shoulder. "Wake up." It came out as a whisper. She stirred, then her eyes fluttered open and she hummed lowly.

"Hey sweetie," she said tiredly.

"Good morning. How are you?"

"Wasted," she laughed, playing with my hair. "How are you?"

"I'm ready. You, on the other hand, are not." She laughed again and sat up. "No. I guess I'm not."

I willed myself from her chest and started to dress. I put on my tuxedo and gelled my hair into careless, messy spikes all over my head. I brushed my teeth and looked in the mirror.

She doesn't know what I am. No one does. Not even my parents. Ever since they split, I keep to myself. Maybe what happened to me was fate. Or maybe it was just bad luck. But since I was bitten, I've had to control my hunger for her by feeding every two days. Not once had I felt a thirst like this for any other human. Not even my girlfriend, Hailey. And this… this is how I knew I loved her.

Maybe today I would dump my girlfriend and run to her. Ask her to give me one chance. So I could tell her how much I loved her. How long I've waited to kiss her perfect, pale lips. To tell her what I really was. A vampire. And to tell her I wanted her to be with me for every second of every day. And maybe we could run away and I could change her, so she would be able to be with me. So we could live, love, and just… be together forever. For her to be mine!

But I knew I was kidding myself. I couldn't just dump my girlfriend of 8 months with no explanation. Could, I? No. And I had to get my mind off of it. Off of everything. Off of Tabitha. STOP! I cried to myself in my head. Stop torturing yourself! Just come off it. You're going to your father's wedding. Think happy thoughts.

The water stopped, and I exited the bathroom to give Hailey some privacy. I heard her stumble out of the shower, trying to find her towel. I chuckled. She was forgetful in the mornings. I opened the door a crack, and stuck my arm in there with a towel.

"Thanks, Julian," she said. She quickly removed the towel, and I removed my arm before she closed the door on it. Not that it would hurt. I am immortal. "You're welcome. I'll be downstairs."

"Okay I'll be down in a minute." And with that, I was downstairs and making breakfast within seconds. I was glad I could use my sharpened senses and inhumanly fast and strong… anything. But I could only use my gift and my inhuman like characteristics when no one was watching. And I had to pretend to be normal (funny right?) when anyone was watching.

When Hailey came downstairs, I had prepared a feast. There were eggs, toast, waffles, orange juice, sausage, bacon, and coffee. "Wow," she breathed, "This is a feast. Who all is coming to breakfast?"

"Just you and Tabitha will be eating. I already ate," I lied. I sipped the nasty black concoction humans drink, and strained to keep my face level.

"Tabitha?" she spat. "Why her? She's not going is she?" She looked at me like I was joking, which really pissed me off. Tabby was my best friend, and no one talked about her like that.

"Yes," I said dangerously low. "She is going. But what with your attitude, you may not be. Besides, what have you got against her anyway?"

She looked at me incredulously. I had never talked to her like that before. But when she recovered, her face turned to rage. "Well, for starters, I always feel like I have to compete against her. I mean," she dropped her toast and stood up, waiving her hand up and down her body, "did you even look at mean when I came down? I dressed up for you. Not because it's your dad's wedding. I did it for you. And do I even get a look or a compliment? No. I don't. I get Tabitha thrown in my face." She was slurring her words, now, trying to keep the tears from spilling over.

I softened. I hated to see Hailey cry. "I'm sorry Hailey. You look beautiful. And you don't have to compete, honey. You know why? Because there's no contest." Tabitha would always win, but I didn't say this. I just kissed her for head and let her continue her breakfast. And for the first time, I looked her up and down.

She looked great. She was wearing a lilac toned silk dress, and it hugged her just the right way. Her honey colored hair was straightened (it was normally wavy), and she had parted it to the side. Her face was pretty too. She had on, mascara, blush, glittery lip gloss, and lilac eye shadow. "Wow, Hailey."

"Thanks," she sniffed, munching on eggs now. I returned to my coffee, and tried not to taste it. After a few minutes of silence, I looked at the clock. It said 9:37 am. "Well," I said. "If we want to catch our flight, I might as well go pick up Tabby, so she can eat. Then we can head out. Are you okay with that?" She nodded her head silently.

"Right, then. I'll be right back." I grabbed my coat, and slowly walked out the door. It was cloudy today, which meant I could be outdoors. At least, until I get to Europe. I'll check the weather on the plane.

I reached Tabby's door, and rang the doorbell. She answered it almost immediately, and told me to come in, walking deeper inside her house. We reached her room in silence.

"So, Tabby. You look great as usual." She looked like a goddess more like. She stood there in her bathroom, sparkling in a periwinkle blue dress that was pretty much like a second skin. Her bleach blonde hair was in big curls that spiraled around her head, creating a halo of perfectness. She was also wearing a tinted blue glass hair ornament in the back, pinning up half of her hair. Her beautiful, full lips has clear gloss, and her almond shaped blue eyes had blue eyeliner on the inside lip. No mascara and no eye shadow. So really, great was an understatement. "No wait," I said. "You look…stunning."

She bit her lower lip and said, "I was just about to say the same thing about you." Then she flushed a ferocious red, making her look even more gorgeous if possible.

"Thank you." She just nodded and turned to put on mascara. "No Tabitha. You look beautiful as is. Please don't make me go crazy. I might break up with Hailey if you do that."

She giggled and put down the tube. "Now we wouldn't want that, would we?"

"No," I chuckled. "We wouldn't." She smelled lovely, and it was all I could do to restrain myself from showing her the monster I truly was, by feeding from her. Blood rose to her pale cheeks again, making it harder than ever to hold back. I had to get out of this small space before I did something I would regret. I turned my back to her for a fraction of a second and turned back. "Forgive me. You just look so lovely when you blush. Now, shall we?" I held out my arm and she gladly took it. Then we marched ourselves downstairs and into the hallway outside her front door. She grabbed her clutch, and we were out the door.

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