"Ron?" I called and he scrambled to his feet brushing himself off. When I came close enough he opened his mouth as if to speak but shut it just as quickly. I wondered way he was here so I asked this question out loud. He stammered looking every which way but at me and I knew he didn't know why he was here. I cupped my hand under his chin and his eyes looked down on me. Confusion, fear, questions clouded his eyes. I wished I could read his thoughts. "Come in, talk to me." I opened the door breaking my contact with him and gestured him inside. No one else had been in my quarters. The outer room was sparsely decorated a few lamps luminated the room with a soft glow. There was a desk, two chairs, and an old couch. None of it was mine. My sleeping area was in the next room, blessedly free of windows and held only a large bed. Vampires had no need for coffins really. "Why have you come here Ron?" I said his name softly as a lover would but the young man did not catch it. I think he hardly heard me but when he looked and saw my eyes on him he answered.

"I'm not sure I have memories of things but sometimes I can't hold onto them and other times I think I remember but then it slips away. Does that make any sense I feel like I'm going crazy."

It made sense to me because I knew the memories he spoke of. His mind was strong but it would not let him accept the truth. "Have you told your friends about these memories."

"No," he said a bit quickly. "They're kind of …personal."

"Then why tell me." I was standing so close to him now but he made no movement to move away or sit.

"What are you?" He whispered. I was shocked by the question and took a step back. "Are you what you tell us about in class?"

"A vampire." I say not as a question but Ron nods waiting.

"Why would you think this?" I asked not denying his claim, perhaps to let him know…

"My memories, your knowledge, the way your eyes look sometimes, you you don't eat."

"You've been watching me then?" I smiled but wondered if other students noticed me pushing that food around on my plate.

"Since the day you came." Again softly almost with shame. He's had a crush on me.

I stepped close to him again but did not touch him as I leaned in close. "And I you. I am what you think." My lips were almost touching his ear and I heard him take a quick intake of breath like he hadn't breathed since stepping into my room.

"Does this frighten you?"

"No, Yes, You've…" He grabbed his wrist and I gently took it into my own hand. "Yes twice."

"Will I? Am I going to be"?

"Become a vampire?" He nodded. "We haven't come to that lesson yet but no. To become a vampire it must be your choice I could never force," I shook a memory from my head, "I would have to take much more and you would have to take from me." I was running my fingers slowly down his arms. "I tried to make you forget but you remember now don't you, the alley, your dorm. Your pleasure became my own. I've never tasted anything quite like you." His eyes were closed as I spoke.

"Do your friends know what I am?" He shook his head. "They're kind of to busy to look." He was so beautiful. "I do not wish them to know." It was almost a plea from my lips.

"I won't tell them. But why me?" His eyes opened genuinely curious why I would pick him. "Your beauty Ron, your passion, you fell everything so intensely." I've seen him angry, I've seen him look at his friends with nothing but love, and an almost protective possessiveness, and I've seen him eat enjoying the taste of everything as if he's never eaten before. I kissed his bottom lip gently but then I stepped away.

"I can not let you regret Ron. This must be something you want to share with me and if you do not, if you wish to go back to not knowing it can be done and I will stop."

"What's it taste like?" After this time Ron has sat down and asked a question that is difficult to answer.

I was a ware that he had not answered me yet. "It's more of a feeling then a taste." I sat beside him pleased he did not move away. "With animals it's about a simple need- I need blood to continue this life. With humans its better if there is a closeness, trust, feeling then very little blood can sustain me for some time and it becomes more about want then need." I was running my fingers through his hair as I spoke.

"Am I under a spell?" Ron's head lolling to one side, bending to my touch.

"No. I mean what I say Ron I will never harm you or let harm come to you and if you wish me to stop and find another, difficult as that will be, I will."

"Why would it be difficult?"

"You think I could discard you so quickly? I've tasted your blood, you are e a part of me and no one else could compare."

He was so full of questions. "Why did you come here?" He touched my face and I kissed his fingers before answering. "I was asked to come at first but now I am under the protection of this school – the other vampires are a bit mad at me."

"But why…?"

"Shhh" I did not want to speak any more. I started to kiss him again and felt his body respond. His heart beat faster, his skin grew warmer. I kissed his ears, his neck and pulled on his robes exposing his collarbone. I dragged my nail gently under the curve of that bone and he watched as his cut bled. I licked it sucking it gently. His breath was fast. Then again I kissed his lips knowing the taste of his blood was still on my mouth. He whispered my name then and it sounded so good on his lips "Viola." I put my head on his chest and listened to his heart.

I had my Ron, his trust, his secrecy, and his passion.