His Eyes are Blue

Summary: I'm-as you probably know- Faith de Silva. And I'm in love with Magnus. Now, all I gotta do is protect him and keep my deep passion covered. Oh. Yeah. That'll be easy.

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize belongs to Meg Cabot or Mari Mancusi.

Chapter Five: Coming Clean

Avoid. Avoid.

Of course, it was a little late for that.

Mom glared at me. "How can you do that?" She cried, "I forbade you to-"

"Mom!" I yelled, "He's a vampire!"

I don't know how I just said it like that. And I don't know when I started crying. But I know why I was. Because Magnus was a vampire. The guy I LOVE is a member of the exclusive undead club!

That is a bit of a crisis, of you ask me.

"Faith," She said in a shaky voice. "Are you serious?"

"Yes," I murmured. Maybe Mom would be able to help me. She had fallen for a ghost, after all. Dad. Oh, shoot, Dad's gonna be mad...

"Come over here," She whispered, pulling me close and stroking my hair. Like when I was five...

"Faith, why are you so upset?"

"Oh, nothing," I made my voice sound perky, but it was still shaky. "Nothing at all. I just love him."

"I love him!" I screamed to him, "You can't stop me, I LOVE him!"

I blinked. That was strange...

Mom looked at me. "You... love him?"

"Yeah," I sighed, "I know it's wrong, but I do. Just like-"

"Just like I loved Jesse." She finished for me. "Just like I still do. A ghost, a vampire. What's the big difference?"

My jaw dropped. "You're serious?"

"Of course," She murmured in her motherly way. "I was in the same position as you a long time ago... just... just don't get yourself hurt."

"What do you mean?" I asked softly. Mom looked at me with eyes that mirrored mine.

"Do what's best for him."

000

I looked at the long, slinky black dress I was wearing. Guess what I had decided to go as for the Halloween dance?

Yep. Vampiress. Hey, no one knows vamps better than me!

Charity was staring at her own reflection. She was dressed as... well, the wife of Satan. Without the tacky devil horns. You see, she has a pleated red mini, and a leather red vest that was a bit revealing for a girl who looked her age.

But I shouldn't be talking. Since Dad was out with Nick, I got to wear a strapless dress with a long slit up the side that Mom just adored. She was never the kind of restricting parent.

I looked out the window. There was Ben, in a Dracula costume, and Magnus, in just a tux.

Shoot me. Please.

000

I wrapped my arms around Ben's neck, swaying gently to the music. Dang, Magnus is a way better dancer.

For the first time since I started loving Magnus and dating Ben at the same time, I feel guilty. I simply nod as Ben speaks to me, and keep my eyes on the vampire, who is surrounded by fangirls.

Maybe this is wrong. I don't even like Ben, and yet I'm going out with him. Basically going steady, since he's hinted at that many times.

"I'll get some punch," Ben said after a moment, walking off. I hate punch.

I sat in a corner, waiting, tapping my toe, admiring how hot Magnus looked in that tuxedo...

When I realized something.

Charity was missing.

I got up and began to look around the halls, hoping Bertha wasn't a chaperone, when I heard that resilient tone.

"Look, you're Faith's boyfriend. I don't know why, since she has Magnus in the palm of her hand, but you are. And, basically, I prefer not to date guys who cheat on their girlfriends."

My jaw dropped as I saw the scene in front of me. Charity, pressed up against the wall.

By Ben.

"Come on, Char," He said softly.

"Gross," She hissed, "I hate nick names. And get a breath mint, loser."

Suddenly, as I stood, frozen, Ben pressed his mouth to Charity's.

All guilty thoughts faded.

But before I could do anything, Charity ripped herself away from Ben's searching lips, and snarled at him. No, seriously, snarled.

And this time, she wasn't kidding.

"Hey, Ben," She smiled, showing those fangs. "Have you ever heard of vampires having super strength?"

"Yeah, but they don't ex-"

With that, Charity sent Ben hurling into the wall.

"That's a Hallmark moment," I commented, walking into view. Charity got a true look of concern on her face.

"Faith, I'm-"

"Don't worry," I soothed, touching her arm. "It's OK. You got Ben. Now all I have to do is this."

I walked over to the 'poor' boy and kicked him with my stiletto heel.

000

"I can't believe you didn't foresee this," Magnus commented as we sat side by side in the gym.

"No, don't comfort me," I said sarcastically, "Just torture me with my stupidity."

"Well," He snarled, "It was kind of stupid!"

Even though we kept our voices soft, some dancing people kept glancing at us.

Charity walked over and sat down.

"Sarah and Charlie are having a very good time," She snickered, "Oh, and by the way, the majority of the people in this room think that you two are the cutest couple they've ever seen."

Charity has a tendency to pump total strangers for info.

She glared at us glaring at each other. "Aw, great, you two are fighting again?"

She took us each by the arm and led us to a janitor's closet, shoved us in, and jammed something in the lock so that we couldn't get out.

"I want you to talk," She said. Then her voice turned into a purr. "Or not talk..."

000

So, what do you think is gonna go on in that closet? Tell me! R and R!