BPOV

I said it. There. I said it. It doesn't matter now. I'm already part of the mythical world (but it apparently doesn't matter that humans know about it), so it doesn't matter that I tell someone else of the mythical kind.

It has been a few minutes, and neither Zoey nor I have said a word. I opened my eyes, not knowing I had them closed, when reliving a blast from the past.

Zoey seemed to be staring at the ground, fingers playing on the hem of her comforter on her bed. She seemed to be contemplating something, but maybe she wasn't at all.

"Why are you telling me this, why did it matter that he was a vampyre?" she murmured, still looking at the ground.

She must've sensed my confusion, because she looked up at me. "I mean, if the fledgling was young enough, he wouldn't have smelt your blood, so he wouldn't have tried to eat you. And the sun isn't a problem, it's just irritating, there wasn't much ways he could put you in danger, so it shouldn't matter that he was one."

I don't think she understands… I sighed wearily. I rubbed my temples and closed my eyes again, thinking how I should explain this. Should I be blunt? Or just ease into it? Ah, screw it.

"It's not the kind of vampire you're thinking. He wasn't one of us." I blurted out in one breath. Well, the secret was killing me a bit…

"Eh?" I peeked an eye open, and confusion was seen on Zoeys features.

"This vampire, the one that he was, is different from the one we are. He resembles the one in myths, but has a lot of differences. He had super strength, speed, hearing, sight, and smell. Much, much more advanced than our snail slow human reflexes. He was inhumanly beautiful, god-like even. Eyes the colour of topaz, but only because he didn't hunt humans. Pale white skin that was freezing to the touch… that was the kind of vampire he was. His kind doesn't have the ability to sleep. They are stuck in time at their human age forever too, once they are finished changing." I remembered the good times I had with them, all the times I've laughed, and all the times I cried. It didn't hurt so much now that I had someone to talk too, or when I remembering the happy memories, and not the last memory I've had of him.

"Do they still die from a stake? Or the sun?" Zoey snapped me back to reality.

"No." I murmured. "They can only die from ripping them apart and burning the pieces. But they have marble-like impenetrable skin. So only vampires can kill them." And shape-shifters, but I didn't include that bit. I think that I should keep the secret of the La Push wolves a secret for now. "The sun doesn't hurt them either. Instead of combusting into flames, they sparkle instead."

Zoey had her jaw slack, just hanging off her face. "What?" I asked.

"Sparkle? Are you kidding me? Oh my goddess!" She started laughing. I stared at her for a few minutes, just watching her roll around, but it didn't seem like she'd stop. After those few minutes, I started laughing too. When you thought about it, it was pretty funny. Vampires who sparkle? That doesn't really scream deadly. More like cuddly or something.

We couldn't stop laughing until late in the 'evening'.