Five
You know how you try to cover a gasp, but end up looking like a fool because your gasp is even louder. Well, I did that except I started coughing. I saw a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was red faced, eyes bugged, and hands shaking like mad. If I was him I would think that I was thinking up a nice response to saying no, but I really was directing my thoughts screaming, 'YES! YES! I LOVE YOU!'
He smiles and cups my face with his hands, his eyes dancing with pure joy. I have never seen his fangs, but he didn't bother hiding them, and instead of me drawing back I saw them as interesting. To normal people walking by, they would think that his teeth were just a little longer than most. I don't understand how you fall in love, it is something that compels you to them for no real reason, and you just have to love them.
I lick my lips in reaction, I just want to kiss him, but I don't know if he will mind. I don't want to make it uncomfortable. I just can't help but stare at his lips. I can't help but want him. He is every thing; he is part of my soul, and I of his. His forehead presses against mine, and he pushes me back against the wall.
His breathing comes in load and clear, like I have microphone pressed against his mouth and he had just ran a mile. He hasn't eaten all day, so this must be uncomfortable for him. His lips melt into mine; I can't say that I felt a spark, because it was more than any electrical outlet. This was about our love and how it seemed with that kiss we stood as one, we molded our lips into each other. His lips tasted like metal, I remember that taste when I would prick my finger and pressed my lips to the cut and licked it, the blood just stopped, but mine didn't it seemed to rush, gush, and churl like crazy.
The taste of blood wasn't repulsing, wasn't disgusting, it was more like I was surprised; I open my mouth wider wanting him more and more, inch by inch. But I stop, because he is in pain, I can tell because a can feel his strain. I give him one long, last kiss. But he just keeps kissing my neck, and collarbone, but he understands that he should stop he just doesn't want to. He rejects reality, doesn't want the truth. He just can't get into a full make out session, because he doesn't have that kind of strength yet, but he will.
He will.