Chapter 2: A Midnight in Town.

As we entered our respective room, everything was how it was supposed to be; in the room of course. I was still very nervous about sharing a whole entire night with a total stranger with whom I was finding myself falling for. I was about to ask the lady if we could swap roommates when she closed the door behind us. Now I was completely terrified. What if when we fall asleep I start to sleep-talk and he listens? I mean, there is a possibility that he may be deadly sleeping, but then again, with my luck that just isn't possible.

-"So, here we are?"
-"Unfortunately…"

I was starting to get very hostile with him. I didn't want to speak to him, much less look at him. I wanted him to think he couldn't suck me in like he did most girls. I wanted him to know that I'm tough, and I'm not going to let any guy put me down. I mean, seriously, how did this all happen? Where did all this love come from?

-"So I guess we're not speaking then."
-"You guessed right."

I was now sitting on my bed, where I had laid my luggage on. I was staring deep into the horizon displayed behind the glass window. I've never actually stayed in Washington, the state, before. It looks pretty awesome. And with this thought, my stomach begins to rumble with hunger. Finally it came to live! The only thing I've digested the whole day was that cappuccino he invited me at the airport. Gosh! It's impossible not to think of him, huh?

-"If I'm not mistaken, your stomach is rumbling, which means it is time to feed you."
-"And what do you care?"
-"I care a lot because it'll give me a chance to ask you why you're being so hostile."
-"Well, I'm very sorry, but I don't think I wish to go out with you."
-"What did I do wrong? Was it the fact that I took care of you on the plane? Is that not normal these days?"
-"For starters, it isn't normal for me! And I just wish you'd leave me alone!"
-"I will when you give me a very profound reason to."
-"Can I ask you something?!"
-"Anything you desire."

I was now standing up right before him. I could feel the cold his body exhales every time I'm near, or is it every single time period? He's wearing a very calm face, the one he wears every time he speaks to me, but now he has something new on it. He's wearing that crooked smile as well, the one that slowly weakens me. It's as if he knew, because every time I try to get tough, he takes out his massive weapons and weakens me on the knees. Doesn't that just make you even more furious?

-"Why me? Why do you all of a sudden care so much about me? What is it that I have that no other girl you've ever spoken to possesses?"
-"How do you know you're the only one? I don't think it's very nice being so arrogant."

He was chuckling now, but I could listen to him. Why was he even laughing? I'm being extremely serious, and he's there, getting off, laughing at my remarks. I could feel my face crumpling up in rage.

-"Have I ever told you I just adore your facial expressions?"
-"Oh, so now you're changing the subject?"

-"Yeah, it's pretty pleasant getting you mad. It makes your face all peculiar, and it's oddly amazing."

I was now growing entirely sad, and my maddened facial expressions were turning into a frown. He was noticing such thing and he came closer and took my chin into one of his big hands. His crooked smile was now copying me, which made me even more upset.

-"Why has your facial expression grown dark?"

-"Because you're not taking me seriously, and I'm not kidding."

-"Okay, I deeply apologize for everything. I really do."

He took me by my hands and sat me down on my bed. He sat right in front of me on his bed now, smiling. He looked so god-like, I just wanted to jump on top of him, but I was trying to maintain my hostile image, so I couldn't for the time being.

-"I'm all ears."

-"Okay. Why me?"

-"Why not?"

-"I'm being stern here. Please!"

-"I'm being very stern as well. And let me tell you, you were completely right about me. So for me, the question isn't 'why you?'; the question is 'why not you?'".

-"Okay then. Why not me?"

-"I can't answer that question. I honestly can't, because I believe there is no answer for it. You're completely outstanding, which has brought me to annoy you every second."

-"Why do you say annoy?"

I find myself asking this question very defensively.

-"Because I'm sure that's what you're thinking. I'm very sorry if I'm, in any way, annoying you. It hasn't been my intention. I –"

And he stopped talking as my stomach rumbled much louder than it had before. His eyes were wide now.

-"Oh God! I'm so sorry! I completely forgot about your needs. I think we better get going if we want to find at least one restaurant open."

So we left, and as we were walking, we bumped into a small Italian restaurant. It was truly beautiful and quite petite. As he saw it, he immediately put his hand in front of me so I would go in.

Red crimson curtains with gold outlines covered its inside. The floor was made out of wood, which gave it a very comfortable vibe, and all the tables owned a vase with two red tulips and four green leaves in the middle, with a bit of water. In front of it stood a small scented candle with a flickering light, dancing from side to side.

Edward pulled up a seat for me at the far end of the restaurant, where no one was sitting. He immediately sat opposite me, looking straight into my eyes with a warm smile as he called for a waitress. I could see how they all fought to serve him. I know I would have too, if I weren't in the position I am now.

-"Good evening! My name is Susan, and I'll be your waitress tonight. Here are your menus. Any questions you have, all you have to do is call me. Is there anything you'd want to drink right now?"

She was a nice looking young girl, about my age or a bit older. However, she was truly annoying. She couldn't even hide it; she just stared at Edward all the way through. And all he did was laugh and stare back at me, not realizing what was going on right before his eyes.

-"Yes, I'll have two cokes please."

-"Alrighty! I'll be back with those drinks in a few."

As she left, I rolled my eyes in annoyance, looking back at Edward.

-"Please don't tell me you didn't realize the way she was staring at you, almost eating your whole face with her eyes. Very annoying! It's like you have this gift or magic you use all the time to your advantage, but you just don't know it."

-"Then I guess that's what it is. And if it is some sort of gift, I hope it works on you as well. Besides, I don't care about anyone in this room, except for you. It's why I'm here anyways."

As he spoke his words, I shivered lightly, not wanting him to see the reaction he had caused on me. I didn't want him to know he dazzled me in the worst ways, and that his charm wasn't only working on every girl in town, but on me as well.

Minutes passed, and we started to converse our way through my meal. He started to ask me questions about my family, and where I was from, and what I liked, and loved, and lived for most of my days. He also asked me about my thoughts, and what I thought about many controversial issues, or just what I thought about the rain, and the sun, and the moon, and the stars, and the night.

-"May I know why you're so interested in everything I have to say?"

-"May I not be?"

-"I guess you may. It's just fairly odd. No one has ever asked my opinion on so many topics."

-"Well, I guess you shouldn't trust me all that much. Maybe I'm one of those bad guys that just wants to get into your head, and use reverse psychology to get what I want."

-"Are you?"

-"I don't think I would tell me lady that, if I was. So, maybe you'll never know."

-"Maybe…"

Hours later, I was still thinking about this conversation. I just couldn't believe the guy that stood beside me, with his gorgeous physique, and his dumbfounding eyes, and just his mere presence. How could such a character be one of the bad guys on comic books? Is it even possible? Well, it is. I mean, to get into someone's head, one has to know how to dazzle, and have the beauty to do it. But he just doesn't know that he dazzles. Shouldn't one think that the person who dazzles knows how to dazzle? Because to get specific information one should know how to use their own magic. Still, I shouldn't be thinking about this, because his actions have showed otherwise. He cares, and it's extremely weird, and God knows if he's a stalker, or works for some sort of agency that's just wanting to find out facts about me to put me into jail, or maybe he's just a sweet guy who wants to pursue me, and I'm too stubborn and distrustful so I don't let him.

-"You're very thoughtful… Is something troubling your precious mind?"

-"It is… very much so."

-"Well, you know that my ears are at your service, for whenever you may need them."

-"Thanks."

-"So are you going to enlighten me with your predicaments?"

-"I don't think I should."

-"Well, I believe that it is better if you talk about it, then you won't be so anxious."

At this, I looked at him all confused, asking, "How do you know I'm anxious?"

Truth is, I just couldn't believe it. My only signs were sweaty hands, and a speeding heart. Yet my heart wasn't as loud as to be heard outside of my body. And my hands were stuck to each other, so he couldn't possibly see my sweat. What could have ratted me out?

-"How do you know I'm anxious?" I asked again.

-"The tone of your voice changes. It's soothing when you're okay, but once you're anxious, it becomes rather shaky, and somewhat constricted."

-"Really?"

-"Yes, I just noticed."

-"… Amazing."

-"I know. Everything about you is exceptionally remarkable."

-"No! I mean the way you know so much about me without me telling you. It's as if we met in some other life, but you just didn't forget about us, or me. And I did. Even though I know this couldn't happen."

-"Why not? Everything is possible."

-"Not really, because then you'd have to not die to be able to remember who I am, and know everything about me. But since you don't want to scare me away, you just have excuses for everything. And if you can't die, it means you're an immortal, or just a vampire. And well, they both don't exist."

-"Why are you so certain that they don't?"

-"Because I've never met one. Besides, as much as I contemplate the idea, and as much as I may believe it all in my head, I know that it just isn't true in real life."

-"What if I tell you that I'm a vampire, or an immortal?"

-"Honestly, I don't know. But I know I wouldn't freak out or anything. I'd be fine with the idea."

-"It doesn't scare you that I could be a vampire, and that every time you get close to me I would be wanting to take you firmly inside my arms, and take a bite out of your beautiful, and delicate skin, and suck your sweet, sweet blood out?"

-"You're very descriptive, I can give you that much. But no, I wouldn't get scared. Because if you do that to me, I'll fight you, so you can let go and I can keep your venom and stay a vampire as well."

-"You've been reading many of those fictional books lately, haven't you? Venom?"

-"Yes, venom. I believe vampires have venom. It's what they transmit to other people when they're feeding. I'm very knowledgeable of all these things, you know."

-"Hahaha! Yes, I can see that. But we better get back to the hotel before they close their doors on us."

-"I guess we should then."

-"I'll have to ask you for a favor though."

-"Uhhh… Okay."

-"May I hold your hand all the way to the hotel?"

-"Why?"

-"I just feel that when two people hold hands, their hearts touch. And well, I want to be able to touch your beloved heart."

-"I should say no. But then if I say no, you'll ask why, and I won't have a substantial reason. So, yes, you can hold my hand."

At this, he smiled. And yes, it was that crooked smile that I have learned to love for the past few hours. It's amazing how a person, specifically me, can use the word "love" on a person so fast. Or the fact that I could even use that word at all. But as these bad thoughts start to creep in, he held my hand, softly and firmly, squeezing tight to see if he could touch my heart through my hands. And truth is, I think he has.