She looked up at me; there was slight change in her eyes. I couldn't tell what it was. They seemed icier though. Her voice was rough, not musical like it usually was.
"What do you mean what am I?"
"Well, y-you're…different." I stumbled to find the correct term.
"Just because I'm different, I'm a what not a who?" her voice was venom.
"N-n-no." I said with a frown. "There's a lot of things. Your eyes c-change and don't lie about it. You never eat. You're the one that said that you-we, whom ever 'we' may be- and you said something about the demon in you." I stumbled my way through what I had just been thinking. She looked at me with an exasperated face.
"Edward, would you still act the same if you knew that maybe I was a…villain and not the damsel?"
I looked at her like she was crazy, but I wanted answers, so I went along with her.
"I would feel no differently. But really, I don't believe someone like you could be the 'villain.'"
She coughed and mumbled under her breath. I couldn't catch what she said.
"Trust me on this, Edward," She said. "I know what I am. I am dangerous. You really should take that in consideration. Life isn't a fairytale."
"ERGH!" I was confused and frustrated by all this evasiveness. It's like tell me what you flippin are before I pull out all my fxcking hair! Goddamnit. She looked at me like I was psycho or something.
"What!? Really, this evasiveness is stupid. I thought we might be friends. Ilike you, okay? I'm not the kinda person to just abandon someone just because they're different or they're 'dangerous,' as you put it. Ergh, it just frustrates me so much. I want to know you. I want to…" I trailed off. Her eyes were wide.
"Do you really want to know?" she asked, her voice surprisingly calm. I nodded.
"Edward, I'm a vampire."