I now stood on the top of the Eiffel Tower looking down at Paris holding hands with the most gorgeous guy I had ever met, Justyn. Traveling to the Eiffel Tower was like I was spinning in a pool of blackness and the only light was from the reassuring smile coming face. The view was amazing, making me forget about the dizzy experience. In my whole life of being dead and alive I had never even thought about standing on the top of the Eiffel Tower, looking down, with a man I was extraordinarily in love with.

"You really love me?" Justyn asked, whispering in my ear. I nodded and turned to face him. I smiled and kissed him gently. The sun glistened off our faces. The hotness was different, yet it felt so amazing. We sat down under shade and talked about whatever popped into our minds for hours. I glanced at my watch. It was 10:00pm. I heard Justyn yawn.

"I'm so tired," he complained.
"Do you sleep?" I asked amazed.

He nodded then said, "I'm basically human but I drink blood and have special abilities."

"Really?" I asked, "Can't you make yourself stay awake?"

"Yeah, but I get really moody."

"No, I mean like with a power."

"Oh," He realized, "No, I don't have that power."

"That's too bad," I sighed, "Can I watch you sleep?"

"No," He said immediately, "You did say it was all happening so fast, remember?

"Who cares?"

"You do."

"Not anymore," I said.

"Can you wait a while?"

"How long?"

"We have all eternity."

"NO!" I whined. He chuckled sweetly and squeezed my hand.
"Let's go."

"Okay."

The black spinning sensation happened again and I was soon sitting alone in my lounge room. The last words Justyn had said before he left were 'I love you, too.'

I thought about sneaking into following Justyn's scent and sneaking into his room and watching him sleep. I quickly shook the thought out of my head because I knew he trusted me. I thought about getting closer to Justyn but I knew that I would hurt him badly. My thoughts were thankfully interrupted by a number of impatient knocks on the door. I flittered towards the door and opened it to see Mary standing there with her hands on her hips. When she saw I had opened the door she flew in for a hugged her back and walked into the lounge room and sat down on the chair.

"Is this your favourite room?" she asked.

I smiled and nodded, "The whiteness reminds me of where I should be."

"Heaven?"

"Yeah," I said, "So what's wrong?"

"Your fling with the new boy."

"This is more then a fling, Mary, I think I love him."

"Love is a big word, Charlotte."

"I know, but, I haven't felt this way before."

She sat down and sighed, "What does this feeling feel like?"

"It hurts when I'm away from him, I can't stop thinking about him and when I'm with him the rest of the world disappears."

"I saw something, Charlotte," She groaned as if she didn't want to talk about it.

"In the future?" I asked. She nodded.

"You both are going to hurt each other."

"What do you mean?"

"Bad things are going to happen."

"What do I do?"

Mary shook her head, holding back tears.

"Am I going to kill him?" I asked afraid.

"No," she shook her head as an answer.

"Bite him?" I guessed. She didn't move a muscle, literally.

"No!" I cried, tears pouring out of my eyes, "not him."

"When?" I sobbed. She looked up at me embarrassed. My earlier thoughts must be going to come true.

"No," I shook my head, "I wasn't going to."

I heard her laugh.

"This isn't funny," I yelled, then added hoarsely, "Do I drink his blood?"

"A little, but then you realized what you were doing and you left crying."

"No!" The tears didn't stop then I remembered that we did something to hurt each other, "How does he hurt me?"

She shook her head violently.

"What does he do?" I asked again, "Does he hurt me physically?"

"No, he kept a horrible secret from you."

"What is it?" I questioned.

"No," She shook her head up and walked to the door. I ran after her and grabbed her wrist.

"Tell me!" I demanded. Suddenly I went flying through the air and banged against the wall, it sounded like to boulders smashing together. Thankfully enough I didn't go through the wall. I looked up at a crying Mary.

"I'm so sorry, Charlotte," She apologized and left. She must have run here because I didn't hear her car start up. I sat in the corner and cried at the thought of even hurting Justyn. When I finally pulled myself together I stood up and wiped the tears off my face. My arms felt sticky so I examined them. They were both covered in dried up blood and my clothes were covered in blood too.

"Great," I sighed angrily. I walked upstairs and into the bathroom and stripped off. The feeling of the water running against my skin was sensational. I hadn't had a shower in a couple of years so I had forgotten the feeling. I rinsed the blood of my arms and turned off the water. I noticed the droplets of water on my arm had turned to ice so I flicked them off for I little while then wiped the rest off as I dried myself. I slipped into white lacy underwear, a white frilly top and blue denim short skirt. I grabbed my blood covered clothes and skipped down into the white tiled laundry and took out the wet clothes and put the dirty clothes in. I turned the washing machine and hang out the wet clothes. I ran back upstairs and sat in front of my make-up counter. I applied mascara, eye liner, blush and lip gloss. I had to admit, I looked GORGEOUS! By the time I had finished perfecting my make-up it was 3:00am. I walked downstairs and grabbed a wet towel and scrubbed the blood patch that was in the corner, on my white carpet, in my lounge room. The circle of blood didn't disappear but only grew bigger and bigger. I gave up and threw the blood stained towel into the bin and walked to the front door to see Justyn standing there in agony. He limped towards me and dropped to his knees in exhaustion.

"What happened?" I asked kneeling if front of him.

"Kill me," He whispered hoarsely.

"What?" I asked horrified.

"Kill me," He begged, "Please."

He grabbed my hand which I discovered was covered in blood. My teeth shot through my gums and poked my bottom lip. I winced in pain as I tried hard to pull away from Justyn's horrific grip and succeeded.

"No," I stood up and stepped back.

"Please!" He begged again. He crawled closer and was crying real tears. He shot his arm up to my mouth. I grabbed his wrist to push it away but the blood smeared on my hand. I pulled his hand up to my mouth and inhaled deeply. The smell burnt my throat stronger then it ever has before. Without thinking I shoved Justyn's wrist into my mouth and bit. Justyn screamed painfully as I sucked the delicious tasting blood. He soon lay dead in my arms.

My eyes shot open and I was back sitting in front of my make-up counter. I was thirsty. I walked out the front door and shut it behind me. I decided to walk to the woods instead of driving to make up some time. I ran towards the woods in search of my next meal.

…

The deer pack sprinted past me in a hurry and I followed promptly and effortlessly behind. A larger deer at the back of the pack slowed down to a trot. I pounced on it without warning and dug my teeth in. The taste was sour, disgusting and unhealthy. I thought what it would be like to drink Justyn's blood but quickly shook the thought away. I wiped my face clean, ran rapidly out of the forest and raced the wind home. The day was a shady kind, which was perfect. I opened the door and walked upstairs to my bedroom. I noticed my clothes were still in perfect shape. I checked the time. It was 7:30am. I picked up my bag and walked downstairs. There was at loud knock at my door. I begged once, as I grabbed for the handle, that it was not Mary. I took a deep breath and smelt blood. Justyn's blood. I smiled happily as I opened the door.
"I smell mouth-watering?" Justyn asked.

My eyebrows furrowed but I nodded.

"Who is Mary?"

"Hello, Justyn," I greeted ignoring the question.

"Hello," he nodded back, "So, who is she?"

"My maker," I replied.

"Really?" Justyn raised his eyebrows, "How old is she?"

"I think she is 5000 years old," I guessed.

"Whoa," Justyn gasped. I rolled my eyes.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"Oh, I will leave then," He turned to leave and I

grabbed his arm.

"Seriously," I really wanted to know why he was here.

"Fine," He grabbed my hand off his arm and held it in his, "This is going to sound corny, but, I really, really missed you."

"Awww," I pouted, "As did I."

Justyn was blushing, I could smell it.

"Can I take you to school?" Justyn asked.

"Yeah, I was about to go anyway," I nodded in agreement. I shut the front door and followed Justyn down to his car. He opened the passenger door; I murmured thanks and slid in. He shut my door and appeared on the driver side of the car and hopped in. He turned the key in the ignition and the car roared to life. Justyn pulled out of the driveway and we headed to school.