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Eventually, I was starting to lose consciousness (does that usually happen when vampires feed?). Had it not been for how closely and tightly Asher was holding me, I would have collapsed so long ago. My fingers released his hair, I felt that whatever material I held in my hand was too heavy to hold, and it fell to the ground. My last experience before falling into darkness was collapsing when Asher let me go.

I knew I would do something stupid after being surrounded by vampires long enough. I just didn't think it would be something this stupid. I thought I might sass them, or fill in any awkward silences, even when I told myself not too. But let a vampire drink my blood?

What if vampires have a certain affinity to certain blood types? I mean, I was going to donate some of my blood to the Red Cross. Sure, I am a universal donor, but what if I need to save the life of my best friend? He is O negative like me, so he can only get O negative! What if he was in a car crash, and I was the only available donor?

If vampires do have an affinity to blood types then I would not be able to help my best friend! He would die, and I would die trying to prevent his death.

God, my head was telling me, how can you complain so much while you are passed out?!

Despite being surrounded by constant danger, my conscious and I didn't come to terms.

I felt my feet and hands were cold, and wondered why my arms didn't feel cold.

I opened my eyes, ready to brace myself. If something so much as move, I would kick its ass.

I look around, quietly, knowing deep inside that if any vampire was here, they would have seen me already.

So, even though I mentally prepared myself for anything small, even an imaginary rustle, I jumped when I feel lips by my ear, cold yet soft, saying, "Ready to go home?"

I blink a few times to steady myself. I take a deep breath, as say, "I've been ready." All too soon, I remember that was exactly what I told Asher before I…kissed him.

Oh God. I kissed a vampire! This can't be happening. He purposely dropped me that first night to show who was boss; he teased both Ayrilyn and me to make us scared and or annoyed; he tricked me into giving him my blood—

Well, maybe not tricked, but he saw my desperation.

Whatever.

I get up, and I see amusement in his eyes. He probably knew I was mentally battling. Annoyed, I give him my what? expression, as if to show him that what happened before I passed out was inconsequential.

"Get ready quickly. I need to find Alexander," he said blandly.

"I'm already ready," I said quietly. He looked down and laughed quietly.

"You plan to go out with your—what do you call it these days? 'Sex hair?'" he said mockingly, trying to make me blush, make me uncomfortable, make me nervous as to what I should say next.

"Easy boy," I said, though I knew he was far from it, "you and I both know kissing and biting is all that happened."

He took a step closer, intimidating me. "Are you sure about that?" he said in that frighteningly low voice of his.

Easy, he's bluffing, I try to mentally say to myself. See? This is what happens when you start to talk with vampires as if they're humans. You talk back, and the slightest thing can tick them off to kill you. I tried to tell myself that surely, kissing a human might make him at least a little more gentle, but of course, for once, I listened to my inner voice: Vampires do anything to get a feed. They get bums, kiss girls to let them suck their blood, LIE TO INNOCENT PEOPLE AND PSYCHOLOGICALLY BEAT THEM DOWN…

Or have you forgotten about Ayrilyn?

Her name brings a pang of guilt. I had helped the vampires in this one. My selfish intents of going home blinded me, and I allowed the vampires to psychologically defeat Ayrilyn.

But…

However, right now, a vampire seemed to darken his mood because I talked back. I would ask about Ayrilyn later.

"Yes, I am sure about that," I said, looking at Asher right in his over-diluted eyes. It was still dark, but even I could differentiate from his pupils and irises. I knew they were an intense smoky blue, but in the dark, they looked almost as dark as his pupils.

He grabbed one of my hands, something I was not prepared for. I look down, and he shoves me to the wall, hand pinned. "I could so easily change that," he said, and then, "I still haven't decided what to do to you for talking back to me and Alexander at the jail house."

I looked at him, slightly miffed. Despite being scared, attracted, and confused about his attitude, I got angry. "What else could you possibly do to me? You've already sucked my blood! You've taken me from my family! You told me to ask Friedrich on purpose for money when you knew full well that he would never give me the fucking money to get my hopes high—"

"Watch your language around me," he said getting even closer, his voice getting even more deadly quiet.

"No. We made a deal. Vampire or not, you're going to keep your promise. I gave you my blood. Take me home," I said, the last sentence as if every word were a sentence itself.

"I promised to take you home when I got my fill. You passed out way before that," he said, now raising his voice.

"It's not my fault you decided to stop rather than kill me," I said, barely above a whisper. What I said made me blurt out: "Or you know what, get your fill, right now," I said, as I was pulling my hair out of the way to expose my neck.

What I said and did shocked him. "If I did, you might die. First of all, you're dehydrated. Second of all, I already took a lot of blood. If I take anymore, in the state you're in, you'll die. Is that what you want? A death sentence? And besides, yes, I never go back on my word. I promised to take you home."

His mix-messaged speech made me lose any wit I had left. I collapsed, and although Asher didn't stop me, he didn't let go of my and either, he sat next to me. "We never said I had to go home alive, just that you take me home. Whether passed out or in a body bag, just take me home. Get your fill, and take me home." I was coming close to tears, but standing up to him gave me back some pride, or dignity, or whatever it is I had before knowing that vampires exist for a fact. I held my tears back, even though it was taking every ounce of my meek strength to do it.

"Would you like to see me kill someone while I am taking you home?" he said. I looked at him, horrified that he would say such a thing. I shake my head no, giving him a disbelieving look.

He looked down, sighing, as if what he was about to do was something he would normally never consider.

"Give me my fill halfway." I look at him, too confused to even blink.

"Why?" I inadequately ask, and then add, "I bet you would never even consider it, and even if you did, one feeding would be enough?"

"You're right, I would never consider it. One feeding would be enough if I find Friedrich and he gives me money."

I nod upwards, but I saw he didn't answer my first question. As he gets up, I say, "You still haven't answered my first question."

He helps me up, and with his free hand, he caresses my neck. "Hmm, I'm changing the rules because I like you," he said plainly.

I was glad that I was still shocked about his new proposition. My heart didn't skip a beat, or start going faster. The last thing I needed was falling for a vampire, after what I've seen of vampires, I didn't need this. (Even if said vampire teased me in such a way. He is still a vampire.)

Slipping into his suave character, he smiled charmingly, and said, "And I know you like me too." He looked at me, searching for denial, if any, he thought he would not find.

Once again, I felt awkward, as I knew what was expected of me, but I couldn't very well say anything; it might work against me. So instead, I attempted to smile just as charmingly as he was, though the dumb blank expression on my face never left.

"You are very predictable," he said, and started walking to the door. He beckoned me to follow, and I do.

"And you were smiling too sinisterly for such a comment," I said, knowing that what I was saying was just asking for another threat.

"Eat. Drink water. We leave in fifteen minutes," he said, as he went to change. When he came back, I almost ogled, but kept looking at my food.

"I want to change too," I told him, then added, "If it's not too much to ask."

He unabashedly regarded me, and I felt uncomfortable. At least even perverts pretended that they weren't looking; he was staring at me in plain sight. "No, you look good in a dress," he said as he sat down in front of me, looking bored for having to wait for a human to eat at her own pace.

Oh great. So maybe he is just a boy afterall.

"People will see me, and think I'm weird," I said, still trying to get out of the dress.

"Guys will not take notice of the antiquity of the dress; they will probably imagine you without it. As for the girls," he said, as though he's been through it a million times, "They'll forget you once they see me."

"Oh, you're a cocky one," I said as I took a bite of the left over macaroni.

He shrugged. "Vampires are by nature good looking. Vampire hunters are too, since they kill the very essence of vampires. Vampire hunters who are turned into vampires get the worse end of the stick," he said, not really making any sense.

"Wha—?" I say, not following.

"Annaliese told you Karl is my brother." I nodded. "He didn't become a vampire hunter to avenge his baby brother's sire; Karl, Annaliese and I were a group of vampire hunters."

Once again, my jaw dropped. Asher? A vampire hunter? Holy shit. But wait…

"How is it that vampire hunters turned vampires get the bad end of the stick?" I asked him, feeling he was open for discussion—that, and his life seemed so interesting.

"Vampire hunters don't trust him—or her, and vampires feel hatred for them for killing friends, allies, lovers, family, whatever."

I snorted. "You didn't seem to have a problem with that. You have Friedrich, your brother and his wife, and that coven who actually trusted you."

"Yea," he said, sighing, "But in the end, any shred of doubt would turn them against me."

"What you have done to them so far proves they are right," I said, looking at him, not teasing him, but talking to him as if I were talking to a friend.

"It does," he said, as if ending any conversation. But I wasn't done—not nearly.

"So, what do you consider yourself?" I ask him warily, trying not to get him mad.

He sighed in annoyance. "You know, you were a lot prettier when you were quiet, scared, and hostile."

My face flashed brief annoyance, but I knew how to prod. "Answer my question, and I'll go back to quiet, scared, and hostile."

His hand was under his chin, and looking bored, he said, "I still consider myself a vampire hunter."

I nodded, and went back to eating my food. I only had three minutes left.

Mid bite, I hear, "And I plan to kill the vampire who sired me." I was already mid-motion, so I didn't stop, but his statement made me think.

He hates vampires as much as I do—did, do, whatever.

It made me reconsider: Liking Asher might not be so bad afterall.

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