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So, I just realized that I haven't described how Jessica looks. But no worries; I'll reveal it in this chapter ;)

Anywaay, I was really disappointed when I saw that I only got one review for the last chapter :( I'd hoped that I would find out what you think about my story…Well, like I've said before – I'm happier when I get more reviews (: And when I'm in a good mood, it's easier for me to write and update :)

The dim light of the morning sun woke me up in the morning. I opened my eyes slowly, trying to remember everything that had happened yesterday. Many memories were spinning around in my head, but there was a certain word that stayed in the front of my thoughts. Vampire.

I was so distracted by the thought, that it took me a few seconds to discover the cold arms that were circled around me. A low gasp escaped my lips as I glanced at the beautiful creature that was lying beside me.

Isaac's eyes were closed, which made his face look peaceful. His breathing was heavy, just as if he was sleeping. Could vampires even sleep? I shook my head at the thought and carefully got up from the bed. Before I left my bedroom, I glanced over my shoulder to make sure that he hadn't woken up.

The rest of the house felt oddly empty – probably because of the absence of my mother. But it was somehow a relief to be alone. Or, almost alone.

I wandered slowly to the bathroom. I knew I wasn't in any hurry – it was only 6.30 am. My mind was far away until I entered the room and got a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

My brown hair – a tone darker than my mothers – was so messy that it was nearly impossible to see the curls that usually coiled down my back. My dark blue eyes had a strange look – almost as if I was excited, even though I'd just woken up. And even though I knew it was my own reflection, it felt like looking at a stranger. This person just didn't look like me at all.

I sighed and turned away from the mirror, so that I could concentrate on getting ready for school. It didn't take long time, but it still felt like hours had passed when I walked back to my bedroom.

I carefully opened the door, hoping that Isaac wouldn't get disturbed by the way my door squeaked the tiniest bit. But he wasn't lying on the bed anymore. Instead he was standing a few meters away, looking out the window.

"Good morning", I greeted him.

He turned around with a smile on his lips, which made my mind go blank for a few seconds. When I was slightly recovered, I immediately tried to think of a new topic.

"So, I didn't know vampires could sleep", I said after a quite short moment of silence.

I tried to sound causal about it, but I wasn't fully able to say the word 'vampires' without making a face. Isaac pretended not to notice.

"I don't really sleep. It's more like…" He stopped the sentence with a sigh, as if was too hard for him to continue.

"Like what?", I prompted.

"Never mind", he said, smiling again. "Let's get you some breakfast"

I was about to argue – eager to know what secret he was hiding from me – but I decided to let it go. I'd had enough of losing arguments with him.

So instead of arguing, I turned around and walked away from the room I'd just entered. Even though I couldn't hear his footsteps behind me, I was quite sure that he was following me. But I didn't turn around to check if he really was there – it was my way of punishing him, since he was keeping something from me.

When I entered the kitchen, I stopped in front of the fridge – trying to decide what I could possibly have for breakfast. A white hand suddenly striked past me, probably to open the refrigerator, and I couldn't help but to freeze and hold my breath. When my mind had grasped that it was just Isaac – acting polite – I relaxed immediately and turned around, hoping that he hadn't noticed my reaction. But even though he hid it quite well, I could see the emotion in his eyes.

I pretend not to notice, since I didn't want to make him feel worse. Instead of looking more at his face, I turned around again and started poking around in the fridge. I hoped to find something that looked eatable enough, but there were mostly ingredients to things like pancakes – something I had no idea how to make.

"Are you finding anything?", Isaac asked from behind me. He tried to sound casual, but I could still hear the regret that I'd seen in his eyes.

"Nope", I sighed and was just going to close the door to the fridge, when he stopped me.

"May I take a look?", he asked, and this time his voice was almost back to normal.

"Sure", I said with a shrug and backed away to give him more space.

He peeked inside for a few seconds, before a smile spread across his face.

"You couldn't find anything?", he asked while he turned to me with a teasing look in his eyes.

The first emotion I felt was relief - obviously, his mood was back to normal. But I could also feel how the irritation started spread inside of me. I didn't like when he teased me.

"No", I said in a short tone, holding back the quite angry words I wanted to throw at him.

"How about this?", he asked and took out a package with eggs.

"You want me to eat raw food?", I asked suspiciously.

He stared at me with an unreadable expression for a little while, before he recovered and got back the teasing look.

"When you're 16 years old, you should know the basics – like frying eggs", he said in a tone that matched his expression.

I bit my lip, mostly to hold back the things that I wanted to say. But I also knew that he was right. I mean, even he knew how to cook, and he wasn't even human.

"Just bring me a frying pan, and I'll do it", he said with a smile that wasn't as teasing as before.

"No, I can do it myself", I protested and held out my hand, so that he could give me the eggs.

"Seriously, Jessica, I can…", he started, sounding more sincere now.

"Just hand me the eggs", I interrupted.

His expression became amusing when he heard my tone - something that only made me more irritated. But before I could say anything, he gave me the package.

"Thank you", I said in an icy tone.

He made a choking sound, as if he was holding back a laughter – which probably was the case. But instead of getting more irritated with him, I turned away from him and started preparing the oven. At least I knew how to do that.

While I fried my eggs – hoping that I wouldn't fail – I found it very hard to ignore the eyes that bored into my neck. I wanted to look at him, to be able to figure out why he was staring at me, but I feared that if I met his gaze, I wouldn't be able to concentrate on making my breakfast.

After a few minutes, I'd successfully fried the eggs and put them on a plate. I knew I shouldn't feel proud over myself – for God's sake, it shouldn't be so hard to fry eggs – but I couldn't help it.

Just as I was about to turn around and sit at the table, Isaac's cold arms circled around me.

"Congratulations", he said, still teasing me.

My heart started beating faster as soon as he had touched me, and I was absolutely sure that he could hear it.

"You don't have to be so mean", I replied, sounding more breathless than angry.

He chuckled at me before he answered.

"Well, you know I'm just joking, so it doesn't really count as being mean"

I sighed and turned around – which was quite hard, since he was still embracing me. Isaac's expression was thoughtful, which – to be honest – made me a bit suspicious. I mean, a few seconds ago he'd been teasing me.

After a moment of silence, he leaned forward with a new expression on his face, which made me hold my breath.

Suddenly, the plate I'd been holding in my hand fell to the ground with a loud crash – just before Isaac's lips touched mine. It didn't really bother me, but Isaac got distracted. He leaned away from me and looked down at the floor where the broken plate was splintered.

A new sigh escaped my lips as he let go of me and bent down to start gathering pieces of the plate. I guess I should have helped him, but I was afraid that I'd make everything worse by cutting my finger or something like that. So I just watched while he cleaned up the mess I'd just created.

When he was done, he raised again to stand in front of me with a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Don't you think it's a bit silly to cook food, and then just throw it away?", he asked.

"Yeah, I so did that on purpose", I said in a sarcastic tone. "By the way, it was your fault", I added.

"Since when is it my fault that you drop things?", he asked in a voice that sounded amused.

"You were the one who distracted me", I said in an accusing tone.

He chuckled for a few seconds, before his expression became serious. Once again, he laid his arms carefully around me and leaned closer. Just when his lips touched mine, the ringing of a phone echoed through the room. I clutched his shoulders desperately, trying to make the kiss last longer.

But of course he was stronger; he easily pulled me away.

"Aren't you going to answer?", he asked in a tone that sounded both amused and surprised.

I sighed and went over to where the phone was lying.

"Hello?", I answered in an irritated tone – whoever it was that was calling had just interrupted me and Isaac.

"Jess, it's me" My mother's voice was easy to recognize.

"Oh, hi", I said, trying to make my voice normal again.

"I just wanted to tell you that I'm on my way home. I'll be there in a few minutes"

"W-what?", I asked in a shocked tone. "Weren't you supposed to come home tomorrow?"

There was a moment of silence before she answered.

"Well, they gave me some good news, and…Oh, I'll tell you when I get home, okay?"

"Sure", I mumbled, not really grasping what she was saying.

All I could think about was that she would be home in just a few minutes. My eyes darted over to where Isaac stood, looking curiously at me. If he was still there when my mum came home, then… I couldn't even finish the thought.

I was so freaked out, that I didn't even notice when my mother said 'Goodbye' and hung up. Instead I continued to stare at Isaac, with the phone pressed against my ear. Because there was only one thing I could think:

I'm doomed.