As we entered the house, I moved at vampire speed and set a fire, which was soon blazing. He moved towards instinctively, and I could tell that he was new.
'How long have you been like this?' I asked quietly, in my traditional southern accent. He looked shocked for a moment, but answered my question.
'Six months.'
'You're young. How old are you physically?' I asked.
'Three and twenty summers.' he replied.
'You look younger,' I stated, and he lowered his head demurely.
'I wasn't much of a man. Speaking of, my manners have fled. I'm Carlisle Cullen,' he said sticking out his hand. I looked at it, and then shook it.
'Lazette.' I said, not confident enough to reveal my last name as well to this relative stranger.
'How old are you?' Carlisle asked.
'Mentally or physically?' I replied.
'Both.'
'I was born in 1643, but was changed at aged fifteen.' I said quietly. I had been hidden in the shadows so to hide my youth, but now stepped into the light. He gasped. My face was still round from being a child, but I had the body of an adult. Many men were very confused in their last moments.
'Oh my, Miss Lazette, I am very sorry. I didn't realise...'
He stuttered, and I smiled. It wasn't a pretty smile.
'Don't you worry, Carlisle. And Lazette, please. "Miss" implies a youthful innocence. I am anything but.' I laughed, it was an angry and malicious sound. He flinched.
'Who could change you so young? 'He asked, mildly disgusted.
'There are some things that are better left unsaid, but if you wish to know, it was a seventeen years Spanish sailor who had a thing for younger girls.' I laughed bitterly.
'Well I'll be damned,' he muttered.
'What about you?' I said. He seemed shocked by the question.
'I was in London, my father and I were hunting vampires ironically. I was changed by one for revenge.' he said quietly.
'Can I ask you something?' he asked quietly.
'Sure,' I said.
'How did you know that something was going to happen back there?'
'I have an ability,' I said, 'to detect when something bad is about to happen. Pathetic right? Couldn't save me in those last moments.'
'What? An Ability? Like the voice in your head?'' He said.
'No, it's like being hit in the stomach. What I felt today was as if someone had flicked my stomach. I've had worse.'
'Amazing,' he breathed.
'Do you possess such gifts?' I asked. His voice was soothing, and his presence was making me happy.
'No, unfortunately I was not graced with such gifts, though it seems to me that self control is a strong suite of mine.' he said.
'By what means?' I questioned.
'Well, Lazette, I have managed to survive without human blood.'
I froze, eyes wide and confused.
'What?' I said.
'I survive only off animal blood, but Ireland isn't brilliant for providing large meals.' he chuckled lightly.
'Is that even possible?' I asked, hearing the confusion put a large influx on my accent.
'Yes, and it does quench the burning. You should consider trying it; it makes living within Human society somewhat easier.' I just stared at him.
'Well, I should be going. Thank you for the safety.' he said after a moment, rising.
'Where are you going?' I asked.
'Well I suppose back into the city, I still need to find a place to stay for the evening, to keep up a pretense.' he said. I stood, and moved to his side. For some odd reason, watching him walk away from me causes an odd sensation in my stomach.
'You don't have to leave,' I said, in a voice that was low and husky. 'You could stay here.' I surprised myself; sometimes- I didn't mean to sound like I wanted that. He looked shocked for a moment, but then regained his composure.
'No, thank you. I am fine; I can find somewhere to rest. Staying with a young woman for an evening might cause rumours.' he said, but I detected a hint of something in his voice that made him resentful to leave. I took a step closer to him, and soon I was close enough to see his lips part slightly with his unnecessary breathing. Sweet Mary Jesus, I was promiscuous.
'Are you sure, solider?' I said, my voice effected by the lust in my body. I was shocking myself immensely, but wasn't happy to leave this feeling be.
'How old are you?' he asked, his voice deep and rough.
'Old enough.' I said simply, and then his granite lips were crushed against mine.
