A/N So I now can say that this summer I put my feet in all the five great lakes. :P Lake Michigan, Ontario, Huron, Superior and Erie. Most fun. Alright, this chapter I found it really amusing to write and I hope you find it amusing to read. PLEASE review. I don't like review grubbing, but reviews are nice. They make me happy and feel that writing this story is worth it. SO, on that note, enjoy this chapter.

Chapter Sixteen

I walked over to the guy, my eyes looking at him hungrily. His friend looked at me and whistled, causing me to think over my hunger for a small moment. "Da-mn girl. You must be American, because I'm Bada ba bah bah, lovin it." He said in English, though it was heavily accented. I glared at him, a glare that was more overbearing then normal due to my struggling with self-control. He flinched, and then yelped in pain when my singer, my delicious smelling singer, slugged him.

"Leave the girl alone. She doesn't have to deal with your overdone pickup lines." He scolded, and I looked into his thoughts a bit more, trying to not breathe as much as I'm used to. His thoughts weren't of trying to do the white knight routine. You know, the one where the guy saves you from the annoying guy to try and subtly hit on you himself. He was just being…nice. I paid attention to what the guy was saying, barely though. I was still trying to make sure my drool didn't come out of my mouth. Not only was that hinting of my hunger, the annoying friend might think I'm drooling over him which is slightly disturbing. My singer smiled at me, "I'm sorry for my friend."

"I didn't realize that he was your property so you had to apologize for him. He has a working mouth, he should apologize for himself." I replied through my teeth, still trying to come up with reasons not to instantly murder this guy. I wanted a meal, but I had planned to lure a guy away and do him in away from the friends. . .my first reasoning is that my father was able to do it, so why couldn't I. I suffered as my singer hit his friend again.

"Apologize dude. I told you girls don't like corny pickup lines." He told him lightly, but his eyes were serious.

"Sorry girl, you just make my Big Mac growl." He said, licking his lips slightly. My singer rolled his eyes and jumped off the stool he had been sitting on.

"Some days, I just can't handle your ego." My singer lightly took my hand and tugged on it slightly. The feeling of his hand made my hunger stronger, and I barely kept my sanity, "Come on, I'll teach you that all Italians don't have bad manners." He took me outside, and my thirst celebrated over this fact, fewer witnesses to kill.

"I'm sorry," he was saying, not realizing I was trying not to kill him on the streets. He had released my hand once we were outside and walking, "I've lived in Italy for a year now and he's the only guy I know who thinks that American girls are used to such overdone flattery."

"Some are," I managed to say, convincing myself that I had to be friendly first before the kill, like Aunt Tanya and such…of course, I wouldn't sleep with him first. That's just stupid. Eating and sex shouldn't mix together, could get messy, "My twin sister got plenty of corny pickup lines whenever her boyfriend wasn't around, well fiancée now I suppose. Where did you live before Italy?"

"Here and there. Previously I lived in Washington, and before that Malibu. I'm a military kid, so I move when my dad does. It's convenient, you get lots of Facebook buddies and learn a bunch of languages," He then realized what I had said, "Wait, fiancé? But you and your sister must be sixteen… seventeen? Isn't that a little young? And how come you didn't get plenty of pickup lines?"

I shook my head, "I scare people off with emoness. And my family has been all about getting married young. My mom did when she was eighteen and her and my dad are happily married…except when his overprotective tendencies get in the way."

"Well, in your moms time surely getting married that young was sociably acceptable. And emoness? I think your look isn't that scary."

I smirked at him, "I'm on vacation, my look isn't that scary at the moment. If I put on my cloak, look out!" I told him, my thirst frequently reminding me that I needed to get him into a dark alleyway or something. I turned right and into one, "When my mom was engaged, my Grandpa was ready to shoot my dad for what he thought was a shotgun wedding." I replied before having a thought. Why did I have to kill him? I could suck a bit of his blood, erase his thoughts, then come back and find him once his blood regenerates. It's not like I had to worry about a newborn vampire on my hands or anything. I know I'm not venomous due to Nessie biting Jacob when they got a little too into things. I smiled at the possibilities, and my monstrous throat seemed to as well.

"Well, I'm sure your family is all happy now," He said brightly, causing me to feel guilty.

"Yeah, I'm sure they are." I responded quietly, before watching him stop in confusion.

"wow, I hadn't even realized we had gone down a dead end," He grinned at me, "I guess I'm not a good tour guide."

I smiled scarily at him, "No, this is where the tour ends for me." I then pounced on him and sank my teeth into his glorious neck. I drank enough to satisfied my taste and until he was pale. I took a step away from him and tried to erase his thoughts. However, the thoughts that were like threads that were normal in other people had suddenly become steel rods in his mind. I could still read them, but I couldn't erase them. "Oh Shit." I murmured and he was glaring at me while holding his neck.

"Oh shit was right! What was that? You sucked my blood!"

"I…I'm sorry! Normally I can erase one's thoughts, but yours are weird!" I started pacing around while he was staring at me like the freak I was.

"You…think…you can erase thoughts? Are you that insane? I thought you were a cool interesting chick, but I didn't think you thought you were a vampire!"

"Half-vampire actually." I distractedly said, freaking out at this. I didn't want to kill him, but I would have to if he didn't keep this a secret. I know I wouldn't change him, I didn't want that sort of baggage. But killing him because I made a mistake? That's just rude. I kept on pacing until he grabbed my arm, immediately releasing it.

"Wait, aren't I going to become a vampire or something now? Or die?" He looked alarmed and I shook my hands and my head.

"No! I'm a female hybrid, no venom. It'll be like….you just donated blood."

"Do I get a juice box?" He joked, before shaking his head, "I thought vampires didn't exist except for the creepy people who pretend they are."

"Umm, sure. I'm one of those creepy people." I said unconvincingly before looking at him pleadingly, "You CAN'T tell anyone, or I'll be in huge trouble and you'll be murdered…along with whoever you tell."

"Who'd believe me?" He asked sarcastically, "It'd be in crappy English tabloids right beside the person who got abducted by aliens," He paused, "Wait, did you say you usually can erase thoughts?"

I sighed, "And add them as well. Some vampires have special abilities, including a few that could realize with the touch of their hand that you know the truth and we're all screwed."

He nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration. I took this time to realize what he looked like. He had short black hair that waved out, but he had bangs that came down to his eyebrow. His eyes were blue and he was skinny, but he looked like he had a few muscles under his shirt. He was a little bit taller than me, despite the fact I was in heels. "Do you always erase the memory of your victims?"

"Uh, normally." Except the ones I kill. He still smelt delicious, but my thirst was quieted for now, "What's your name anyway?"

"Kyle, but don't change the subject….I think you've bitten my mom..like two days ago?"

I gasped and looked through his memories. His mom matched the woman I had bitten that had been mixed in with the tourists. "Wow, talk about awkward."

"Yeah, seriously. Can you really not think of a better excuse for the bite then a barbeque fork fell on her in the hardware store? Even I thought my mom wasn't that clumsy."

"I was under pressure! I had to drink just enough blood not to knock her unconscious and get her and her daughter away from a group of vampires in quick enough time that they wouldn't noticed there was two missing bodies from the pile okay!"

"Why don't you just suck your victims dry? Isn't that a bit easier?" He asked and I shook my head.

"Kill your little sister? I couldn't…she still has a life ahead of her."

"So does my mom, did you think of that? Or me? Or any of your victims?"

"I've only killed one guy…and it was an accident." I said, sitting down.

"So…you've just been surviving on drinking their blood and erasing their thoughts of you?"

"I can survive on human food and forest take out," He looked confused so I helped him out, "I hunt and drink animal's blood."

"So…that sounds slightly disturbing." He replied with a small smile and I shrugged.

"Yeah…look, are you going to keep this a secret?" I couldn't handle this small chitchat anymore, "Because I don't really want to get disintegrated into ash…or whatever a half-vampire can be turned into." I sat down on the ground and ran a hand through my hair. He sighed and sat down beside me. His hand came off his neck and I noticed it had stopped bleeding.

"Look, I'll keep it a secret, as long as you keep your teeth off my neck." Kyle smiled.

I gave him a pained expression, "I can't promise that. You smell so good." I ended with a groan and he sniffed his armpit jokingly.

"Thanks?"

"You smell better than most people. Your blood smells so good I'm surprised I didn't attack you right there in that room." I explained, internally blushing. This sounded so wrong. If we weren't talking about blood, he'd probably think I had a stalker issue. This is why I kept to myself all these years. Talking to humans normally is emotionally draining with trying to keep them calm.

"Okay. I'll change it to as long as you don't kill me or make pass me out. I don't do this for just any girl you know." He said lightly and I rolled my eyes.

"You don't even know my name. Why the heck would you give me such allowance?"

"Because I want to know your name." He replied with a grin and I rolled my eyes.

"It's Edelle."

"Cool." He stood up and wobbled slightly before regaining his balance, my guess due to the blood loss "Alright, so I assume you'll be checking up on me often to insure I don't spill your secret?" He looked hopeful and I just shook my head, chuckling darkly.

"Not too often or my vampire roommates might figure out what's happening." I wrapped a shield around the part of his thoughts where he thought about me, hoping it'd stick around even when I wasn't around. I doubted it, but it couldn't hurt to try.

"That's too bad. You know, you don't look like a vampire."

"Trust me, you'd know a full on vampire if you saw them. They're extremely pale and sparkle, yes sparkle, in the sunlight. Also their eyes change depending on the status of their thirst." I explained before standing up myself, "I have to go…I'll see you tomorrow unless I'm heading to a random country."

"One last question, can I have your number? I mean, in case my family has to sue you due to me dying from blood loss." Kyle joked and I rolled my eyes

"I'll call you if need be." I turned and started to walk away.

"Umm… don't I need to give you my number?" He asked, confused. I looked over my shoulder and smiled.

"I already have it." I left to head back to the castle.

A/N Awwww, teehee, this is so amusing. :P Again, reviews. : pleading Jacob puppy dog face, but feminine : lol.