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"We'll argue this tomorrow," I said, though it would just be my required hate towards education.

"I'll win," he said.

Damn. He always does.

And with that thought, I fell into the sleep of the dead.

As I woke up at precisely 6:30 that day, being the fine summer that it was. Michel and I went to the living room, and discussed what we would do while we stayed.

"Standard time?" I asked him.

"Yes. One month while we look for a place that is growing quickly so we can get lost in crowds and not known by many—or any, if we can," Mike said. "Now, for the meanwhile, education—"

"Hell no."

"Oh come on. You like the teacher," he teased me.

"Strictly carnal," I said, which in the beginning was true.

"Eh," he said dismissively. "You can't read or write, and you refuse to learn from me, so a pretty woman might get you wanting to learn." He raised his eyebrows suggestively.

I smiled back at him, imagining what it is I might teach her if she were curious to learn…

"So it's settled then," he said, getting up.

I grimace looking up at him, as if the sun were directly behind him.

"It starts in twenty minutes," he reminded me.

"We can get there in one minute of we run," I told him as I shrugged.

"Number one rule, after you can never have enough covers in a window, is never use supernatural abilities right after you settle in. People might get suspicious," he said, for about the umpteenth time…well…the "number one rule, after the covers and windows thinger" which always changed.

I rolled my eyes. Mike sure can be overly suspicious and paranoid. Though, if I were being honest, it has saved our asses a couple times…a couple…eh.

"We walk now," he said somberly.

"It's not like we can go to a horse carriage and ask the boy if his horse is shy or mean," I muttered.

"Yea, yea. Keep walking," he said as he shoved me in front of half the town.

.x.x.x.

"Welcome to our humble class, gentlemen," Emmalee said when she saw us. I heard her heartbeat rise, and I wanted to smile. I looked down, and smirked instead, even if onlookers saw me and thought I was cocky.

"Well, Albert and Abel Le'gante are our newest rendition to our class gentlemen," Emmalee said cheerily. The other students were looking at her, basking in her presence, not caring what she said, but rather how she looked; and I was one of those students—though I didn't make it so obvious.

"Come on up, and introduce yourselves," she said, waving a hand to stand near her, and act like five year olds.

Mike came up first, and I looked at him, almost daring him to do something flashy. Of course, he would, I knew that even before teasing him to do so.

"Well," he said, grabbing Emmalee's waving hand, and giving it a knightly kiss before he turned to the class, and subtly smirking from both the other males' angry faces, and challenging me to beat such caliber, "my name is Abel—" my first thought was to tease him of being a Jew, even though he was a devout Catholic before turning into a vampire, "—Le'gante, and we are from Italy," with a faint Italian accent.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Abel Le'gante," she said smiling, though the kiss was unexpected for her, and she was blushing. "And this is Mr. Le'gante's brother," she said, smiling at me.

I smile, and grab her by the shoulders. "My brother was being fairly rude. In Europe, we greet people like this—" I tell her, and I give her a kiss on one check, and another in the other, though very close to her mouth, "—but apart from that, my name is Albert Le'gante, and I was born in France and grew up in Italy." I smile at the class, not bothering to conceal the fact that I did indeed make a move on our teacher. The other males looked about ready to whip a can of whoop ass.

I turn back to Emmalee, waiting for her to tell me where to sit, and I find her blushing. Oh dear, I overdid it. One thing I learned that day was: girls get easily excited with us vampires, but they get even more so when our actions are real.

"I guess I'm sitting next to my brother?" I ask, smiling gently, deciding never to do something so show-off-ish again. "Yes," she smiled, though she could hardly look me in the eye.

.x.x.x.

Mike and I stayed in South Carolina for seven years together. While Michel was known to be the official Ladies Man of Charlestown, I was a little more subtle with who I was seen with.

Emmalee was our teacher for three years, and by then, our secret flirting was on the brink of discovery, but we always managed to hide it, and either way "Abel" always managed to get the spotlight at the perfect timing.

When Mike left, it was just before the beginning of the Civil War, and Abraham Lincoln won presidency. I didn't care about politics, and is something I adamantly stay away from.

I really thought I'd be able to stick around for two or three more years, but 1864 was the fateful year that determined I would not be able to stay.

Vampire hunters also came to America, much to my dismay, and Emmalee's affiliation with me got her killed.

I didn't get revenge. I told myself that we were never lovers; I told myself that if I did, Michel would be disappointed. Vampire hunters being killed after killing an alleged vampire would do nothing for Emmalee's reputation.

I stayed in South Carolina, never bothering to get close to anyone again, and if I did, purely for survival. I took what I wanted when I wanted, moving every year or so in different areas, until finally, recently, I ran out of remote cities and towns. I finally decided to take up Mike's invitation to move to New York, where the Buffalo and Rochester area were big enough to get lost for ten years, and barely make a dent in the suspicions of humans.

And so, I am standing now, in Brockport, New York, waiting for the girl that saved Mike's existence that one fateful day two years ago to come out, and give me a ride to Mike's Victorian house he has owned since it was built.

Way to show off Mike.

I sigh, watching the brittle air come out of my mouth, amused.

"Goodnight Kerry," I hear Mike say before I hear them kissing again. I smile again. Who knew this girl would tame the Ladies' Man?

She came out smiling, and I raised my eyebrow and smiled. She got scared a little, but she gathered the courage to come up and open the door for me. "Thank you, Kerry," I said somberly, without accent. The sun was coming up in twenty minutes, and I couldn't help but respond that way.

She did look at me curiously, but she figured it out. "Wanna drive? You'll help us get there faster," she offered.

"Alright," I said. "I'll show you what your car can do now," I said, not helping myself but getting excited.

"She's in good hands, Mike," I whisper. I hear the rustle of covers, and I smile. "The number one rule, eh, Mike?"

Michel grins. Despite knowing that today Luke would know Michel recruited Kerry to pry about Emmalee, he knew Luke was going to start to open up to Kerry.

That girl was just too damn trustable.

Writer's Block gone!...for now. Really, it's been too damn long. Be nice to me and tell me what ya think! Once again, I want to know if this story still has some potential, or if it should just be dropped.

Really. It's good to be back.