Sorry for not updating! I really wanted to make this chapter good, so I was thinking about what I was going to do with it. :)

Chapter 29

I laughed hysterically.

"There is no way that you can be a vampire!" I said, in between my laughter.

"What is it about me that makes me incapable of being a vampire?" He asked.

I still could not stop laughing. "Because you're not ugly!"

"Thank you for the compliment, but what does being ugly have to do with being a vampire?" He asked, seeming serious.

"Come on..don't you watch any movies? The vampire is always ugly. I have never once seen an attractive vampire."

"Hmph." He said, looking over at one of the walls.

"And besides, " I said, simply smiling now...rather than laughing. "vampires don't exist."

Now he laughed.

"Look." I said. "I can see that you're just trying to mess with me. You're trying to be funny, or freak me out or something...so congratulations...you did...can we please go home now?"

He shook his head no.

I sighed. "You can stand here for hours and try to convince me that you are a true, genuine vampire, but I still will not believe you."

He starred directly at me, and his usual smile was not present on his face.

"I would not joke about something like this Brooke." He said in a very serious tone.

I didn't respond to his comment.

"Have you not noticed anything odd about me or my family?" He asked.

"Well of course I've noticed something odd about all of you."

"Then tell me."

I leaned back in the chair and starred at the ceiling. "Well for starters...all of you have the same strange eye color. It's like topaz, or gold in color. I've never seen anyone with eyes that color before, and it's a little strange that all of you have the same eye color, especially when none of you except Rosalie and Jasper are blood related."

He nodded. "Anything else?"

"You all drive incredibly fast. A lot faster than I would ever think a doctor would drive, let alone allow his children to drive. None of you seem concerned about it." I tried to think about anything else that was odd about his family. "You guys never eat. Well at least, I've never seen you eat."

"You are right, I would certainly assume that you have not seen us eat." He replied.

"Um." I said, seeing if there was something else I could come up with. "Bella."

"What about Bella?"

"Well when I first met her she...looked different."

"How did she look different?" He asked.

"She almost didn't seem as...beautiful...maybe?" I said, not sure which word to use to describe Bella's odd transformation last summer. "And I swore she had brown eyes. Now they're topaz too."

He nodded once more. "So is that all? Our eye color, the speed we drive our cars, the fact we never eat, and Bella suddenly seeming different in appearance?"

"Yes." I said simply. "I think that's all." But then I realized something else.

"Oh..there is one more thing I guess."

"What is it?" He asked me.

"None of you look your age."

"What do you mean by that?" He asked.

"Well like Edward for example...he's twenty isn't he?"

He laughed a little. "Yes."

"He doesn't look it at all. He looks more like he's in his late teens or something."

He laughed again.

"And you." I said. "There is no way in the whole freaking world that you are thirty-eight years old."

"Yes and what makes you say that?"

"My uncle is thirty-eight years old, and not to sound gross, but my uncle is fairly attractive, and he has gray hairs and a mid-life crisis and everything. He looks thirty-eight. You do not."

"So Brooke my dear, if you had to guess how old I was solely on my physical appearance, how old would you guess I am?"

"If I didn't know how old you were?"

"If you had never even talked to me before, if you simply saw me walking past you on the street, how old would you think that I would be?"

"Gosh I don't know." I said, trying to think. There was no way by looking at him, that he looked as though he was two years away from turning forty. He didn't even look like he could be thirty.

He laughed in response to how long I was taking to answer his question.

I finally came up with a reasonable guess. "I don't know...I would guess that you were somewhere in your early twenties."

"How old precisely would you guess I am?"

"Based on physical appearance only?" I asked.

"Based on physical appearance only." He said.

I shrugged. "I don't know, twenty three."

He smiled. "You are correct."

"I am correct? What do you mean I am correct?"

He merely smiled again.

"Oh my gosh." I said. "You are twenty-three years old?"

He nodded.

I was excited about that. If he was twenty-three, that meant the age difference between the two of us wasn't as large.

"So you would have been twenty-two when we first met?"

He laughed. "No, I was still twenty-three."

I was confused by this. "But it's already been over a year, you would have had to celebrate your birthday by now."

He looked at me, and then I suddenly remembered why we got on this topic of conversation in the first place.

My hands flew to my mouth. "Oh gosh." I said, for some reason feeling tears sting my eyes. "You are still twenty-three years old because...you don't age." I said, finding the last three words hard to say.

"Correct." He said, watching my reaction.

I kept shaking my head, not knowing what to think.

"Brooke." He said. "Let me tell you a short story."

I still did not speak. I swore I blinked a thousand times, trying to see if all of this was real.

"I was born in London. I told you that right?"

I nodded.

"I was born in London...sometime in the 1640's."

"1640's?" I said, even more taken aback now.

"Yes." He said, and the smile that was on his face a few minutes before was not present right now.

"That would explain the way you talk." I said, not knowing what else to say.

He laughed slightly. "My father was a pastor. He believed in many mythical creatures, and vampires were one of them. He led hunts to see if he could find any of these creatures. My father put me in charge of these killing sprees. And sometime in 1663 I was lucky enough, unlucky enough, however you want to think of it, to find a coven of real vampires."

I gasped a little, even though I still didn't believe anything he was saying, it was just that the thought of him having to battle a coven of vampires was frightening.

"And I was attacked by one of them." He said, not making eye contact with me. "I knew what was happening to me, so I hid in a potato cellar until my transformation was complete. I did not want my father to find me, because I knew he would kill me."

He paused for a moment before continuing. "I did not want to be a monster. I did not want to kill people. So I tried to kill myself thousands of times."

This made me shiver.

"But I would not die. I tried to starve myself, but even that did not work. So one day when a herd of deer passed by, I killed one." He paused, and sighed, looking down at the floor. "After I drank its blood, I discovered that animal blood satisfied my thirst. That made me realize that in order to be what I was, I didn't have to harm people. So that's when I decided to go to medical school, and save lives rather than take them."

I continued listening to his story.

"I developed an immunity to human blood. It does not appeal to me what so ever. Gertrude could run in here right now, bleeding profusely, and I would not be the tiniest bit tempted to kill her."

I found this odd, well I found this whole story odd, but this one fact in particular. A vampire immune to human blood? It sort of made sense. If he was indeed a vampire, he would have to resist human blood as a doctor.

"After two hundred years, I was growing lonely. And that is when I discovered Edward."

I had forgot about the children. I didn't even think that they too, could be vampires.

"Edward was suffering from the influenza epidemic in Chicago in 1918. His mother and father had both passed away, and his mother wanted me to do everything I could to save Edward. So I changed him."

"You changed him?" I said, speaking for the first time in a while.

He sighed. "People are generally changed into a vampire by accident, like myself. Very few vampires are actually able to plan the changing of a person into a vampire. You have to bite the person to inject the venom that changes them, and very few vampires have enough control to stop."

I closed my eyes and shivered again.

"But I did." He said calmly. "I changed Rosalie after that, and then Emmett. Alice and Jasper were changed by others, they were the most recent to join our family. And all of us follow my original diet. Animal blood, not human blood."

"And now Bella is one too?"

"Yes, Edward changed Bella on their honeymoon last summer."

I shook my head, opening my eyes so that I could look at him. "None of this makes any sense. None of you seem like you could be vampires."

"The vampires you see in movies are not anything like the real thing." He said. "Real vampires are incredibly attractive, and we don't burn up in the sunlight. None of the myths are true."

I didn't respond.

"Well except most vampires do drink human blood."

"Most?"

"My family and one other is the only two groups of vampires that we know of, that follows a diet of animal blood."

"So let me get this straight." I said, still trying to process everything. "You and your whole family are vampires?"

"Yes."

"And Viviene?"

"She's a vampire as well."

"Does she follow your diet?"

"She didn't before, but yes...she does now." He replied.

"And I know you said that you have never killed anyone, but has anyone else in your family?"

He sighed and paused for a moment before answering. "Yes."

This really sent shivers up my spine. "And you are forever twenty-three years old, you will never die, and you were born over three hundread and sixty years ago?"

"Yes."

"And you can completely resist the temptation to drink human blood?"

"You are correct."

I really did not know what to think. Part of me did not believe any of this at all. Vampires were not real. They were scary monsters that children dressed up as for trick-or-treat, and famous characters in horror movies. They were not gorgeous doctors. And my gorgeous doctor could not be one of them.

Another part of me could not help but believe him. I knew he wouldn't make all of this up just to scare me. He was not like that.

Then the final part of me was frightened out of my mind. What if he was indeed telling the truth about being a vampire? I was scared to death of vampires. And what if his family really did not follow the diet he claimed they followed?

"So why are you telling me this?" I asked him.

"Well Brooke...because I love you, and I figured you deserved to know the truth."

"The truth?" I said, finding myself becoming a little angry. "Why did you have to wait over a year to tell me the truth?"

"Because of your fear Brooke, I was afraid that you would react negatively."

"Then you were right!" I yelled...not really knowing why. "Look...I really don't want to believe any of this. But you make it so believable."

He looked shocked.

"I am so terribly frightened of vampires! And now you tell me that you are one? How is this supposed to help my fear?"

He shrugged.

"I mean what if you are lying about something!"

"Lying? About what?"

"Your diet!" I snapped. "How do I know that you simply haven't been keeping me around all this time so that way you could take advantage of me and have me for breakfast!"

He looked truly hurt by my words.

"I have seen the movies. The vampire makes the girl fall in love with him every time. The movies are the reason I am so afraid of vampires to begin with. And I don't think that you could be that much different than our stupid mythical vampires, so to say."

He still did not speak.

"And I know how the movies end!" I yelled again, tears falling down my face. "I'll end up dead, and you'll just move on to your next innocent victim!"

I suddenly started gathering up my stuff, quickly throwing on my raincoat in the process.

"Brooke." He said, his voice sounding hurt. "I would never do that to you."

I cried more, realizing that I had terribly upset him. "I'm sorry." I said, sighing...but still not looking at him. "I'm just very shocked."

"Of course." He said.

I turned around to look at him. "I have to think on this." I said, heading toward the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Brooke where are you going?"

"Home." I said simply. "I think I'll be ok there tonight. I just need some time alone."

"Brooke no!" He said, gently grabbing my arm. "I want you to stay at my house tonight."

I shook my head. "I really need to think about this, alone." I said, and he released his grip. "Goodbye." I said, before quickly walking down the hall, into the lobby, and out into the parking lot.

As I drove home, a series of emotions raced through my head. There was so much to think about, so much to process, it was overwhelming.

I pulled into the recently rain-soaked parking lot of my apartment complex, and quickly went inside my apartment. Serial killers were the last of my concerns when I was dating a freaking vampire.

I took a long, hot shower to help myself relax. I had to think about what I was going to do with him. Would I breakup with him? Move to another state? Stab him with a wooden stake?

I finished showering, and I took a long time drying my hair. I went out into the kitchen to eat something, but I didn't feel hungry. My cat was hungry however, and I could tell she was, because she was standing right in front of her food dish, and she kept meowing.

"Alright Fluffy." I said, getting some food for her. "Eat up."

She immediately began devouring her food, and I sighed as I walked over to the couch and turned on the TV. The news was reporting another recent killing in the area. I quickly changed the channel, because death was the last thing I wanted to think about at that time. I paused on the cooking channel, and watched it for a moment, until the chef presented her steaks that were cooked "medium rare." I groaned and changed the channel over to some cartoon, before I heard a knock on the door.

"One minute." I said, turning down the volume on the TV and walking over to the door.

I unlocked the door, and then opened it, and standing there in the hallway was a rain-soaked Sandra, with tears flowing down her face.

"Sandra...what's wrong?" I asked.

"Brooke!" She choked, in between her tears. "It's grandfather...he's been killed."

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~Hazl~