Chapter 8

"Did you worry about me, that's why you left your house when I was only 10 minutes late?" I asked

"Yeah, I did, I'm sorry I'm kind of paranoid," She said.

"That's fine, you probability should be," And I told her about Arial. She didn't say anything while I told the story. But when I finished.

"That Bitch. That Fucking Cunt," She said with bitterness.

"Whats going to happen to you?" I asked her.

"You shouldn't worry about that, it doesn't matter to me," She told me.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't do anything, I'm weaker than weak in your world," I said.

"Stop the car," She said abruptly. I pulled over to the side. She turned towards me and put her slender hands on my face.

"Don't say that, I don't care, you hear me? I don't care," She told me.

"You are strong," she said. I wasn't convinced, and she knew it.

"You are strong, because you didn't say anything to Arial, even when threatened with a bite," She told me. I still wasn't convinced. She sighed.

"I'm not that strong either, I don't have that much blood to increase my abilities," She said.

"But you can kill with a touch, even with as little blood as you have," I replied.

"How can I convince you that your not weak, that your not helpless, that I love you no matter what," She said exasperated.

"I would just like to be less of a burden to you," I said, her mouth was open wide her eyes were tearing up.

"You...You really think I think of you as a burden..." She trailed. She buried her hands in her face and started crying. I sighed I felt really bad about saying that.

"I'm sorry," I said, and I wrapped my arms around her. She started crying into my shoulder. I held her close. She kept crying, I felt worst and worst every second that passed her. I made her cry, I felt like a real bastard.

"I'm sorry," I said again. She sniveled and lifted her head from my shoulder.

"I don't think of you as a burden," She said leaning over my shoulder now.

"I know, I'm so sorry I said that," I said.

"But your right I feel helpless, I just, really wanted to help you more. If I was stronger. I could stop Jene, I could have prevented Arial from finding out how far we've gone. I'm sure that Jene has caused you more than a few problems, and now the entire vampiric race will know about us. I'm sure that will cause you even more problems," I told her.

"I don't care. I don't care what other people think about us," She said.

"Well... on to a different subject. Did you already start asking around about the blood issue? I think that's what Arial said," I asked.

"Yeah, I couldn't sleep and started asking around. Not the best idea I have to admit. Asking all at one time," She said.

"What did you find out?" I asked.

"Only bad news," She replied

"What is it?"

"Apparently there are 2 responses that vampiric blood has to human blood. Either the human blood cells die and the vampiric blood doesn't replace. Or the vampiric blood replaces the human blood," She explained.

"So, I die or I live. All or nothing" I said summarizing it.

"Yeah," She said grimly.

"Do you know the chances?" I asked.

"No," She replied.

"There is also another problem," She said. Like it wasn't hard enough I thought.

"At some point, we have to tell my mom and dad about this. And I know that your mom isn't as blind as we might want her to be. We have to tell our parents eventually. We might be able to hide that I'm a vampire from your mom, but we wouldn't be able to hide it from her if you were a vampire," She said. I sighed, I knew she was right, and I know she knew that I knew it.

"Do you have any suggestions?" She asked.

"This is sounding a bit too risky," I told her.

"Your right, I would rather have you as you are, than have you dead and try to be a vampire," She told me, agreeing.

"There's got to be something that I can do to make myself more useful," I said, frustrated.

"I don't want to be as powerless as I am. Not just for you, but for myself. I know that you can't always be there when I'm in trouble. You know this is true no matter how much you don't want it to be," I told her. She knew I was right. She sighed this time.

"But how do I compete with an innately faster opponent?" I asked.

"Mich, I hate to see you so frustrated," She told me, I knew that was true, I probability wasn't helping anything.

"I'm sorry," I told her. She sighed

"Such a bad time..." She said.

"What, to say I'm sorry?" I asked.

"No not that," She told me.

"I'm...I'm thirsty," She said.

"Oh, at least I can help you with that," I said. She smiled.

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"It's ok," I told her. She was still smiling. She leaned closer to me, her arms wrapped around my back. She leaned even closer and she kissed my exposed neck. My muscles started to relax, it felt good. She bit into my neck, a sense of pleasure flooded into my body as she drunk my blood. She bit deep and drunk even deeper. My eyes got heavy, my head started to hurt. I was getting light headed, but she didn't show any signs of stopping. But I didn't stop her, I would let her drink as much as she wanted. She drunk more and more, lapping at my blood with her tongue. I collapsed, my legs too weak to hold up my body. I fell and she fell with me. She stopped drinking,

"Oh my... I'm so sorry Mich, Mich?" She asked. I closed my eyes and consciousness left me. The last thing I heard was Rebeca crying out my name.

I woke up later. I was still in the car.

"Mich?" I heard Rebeca's worried voice say.

"Rebeca?" I said.

"Are you ok?" I heard her ask.

"I think so," I said

"That's good," She said.

"I have something big to tell you, and I'm not completely sure you won't pass out again," She said.

"What's the news?" I asked. I held my breath.

"This Crismas is also going to double up as the family reunion," She revealed. I felt like I wanted to pass out.

"And you want me to come?" I asked.

"If you want," She said.'

"That's ok. My Mom and Dad would probability want some privacy anyway on Cristmas anyway. I'll come if it's ok," I told her. She hugged me.

"Thank You," She told me.

"Your welcome," I said.

"How much of your family are coming?" I asked.

"Well it's more like family and friends," She said.

"About 20 to 30," She said guessing. My mental jaw dropped, 20 or 30 vampires all in one house, and I probability the only human, I could already smell the trouble that's going to cause.

"Your nervous," She said. Right that Link, I keep forgetting about that. I think she feels more than me for some reason, at least she can't read my mind.

"Well, can you really blame me?" I asked.

"No I suppose not, don't worry I won't let anything happen to you there," she reassured. I hoped she meant that. I smiled.

"I don't soppose that there are going to be any humans there other than me is there?" I asked.

"I don't think so," She said. Great I thought.

"Don't worry about it, besides you still have about a month to prepare," She said.

"Thanks," I said.

"We should probability get home," I said.

"Yours or mine?" She asked. I glanced at the clock it was about 12.

"Yours?" I asked.

"Sure,"

I started driving to her house. There was little traffic on the way there, she laid her head on my shoulder while I drove, I smiled. We finally reached her house, and we went up to her room. We sat down on her bed. She was staring at me and smiling.

"What?" I asked smiling too. She lifted her legs to her body and laid down in my lap. She was still smiling looking up at me. I was still smiling as well. I leaned down and kissed her. She held the side of my head and thus prevented me from withdrawing. We held there for awhile before she finally let me go, I had to gasp for air.

"You leave me breathless," I told her. She smiled her anime smile at me. I smiled too. She got up from the bed I was about to get up too but she held a hand out to stop me.

"You hungry?" She asked.

"Not particularity," I said.

"Good," She said, and she threw her hand around my neck. She sat down in my lap facing me, her legs wrapping around my waist. She kissed me again. But it was different this time, like it was in the snow, she bit my lip. I could taste the metal of my blood in my mouth. She drank and kissed me at the same time. It felt so good, but I knew that I would pass out quickly. I put my hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her away.

"I'll pass out really quick if you continue," I said.

"I'm sorry," She said. She kissed me again and used our tongues this time, our tongues swam together and it was like they had a mind of their own. It was so good, this was one of the few times we had used our tongues. I leaned her over the bed and went down until the bed stopped us. Rebeca suddenly stopped. I got up and she did too, she was staring pass me to the door. I sighed and covered my ears because I knew what was going to happen next, it had happened enough times for me to know to cover my ears. Rebeca got up and swung open the door. There was her Mom and Dad on their knees ear to the door. Rebeca gave them an earful like she always did. I sighed but couldn't help but hear some of it. Something about privacy. Something about get the hell away. And something very loud yelling between Mother and Daughter. And something from her father about we just want to make sure your safe, that's he's(me) not doing anything that she didn't want me to do. I sighed again, and jumped a little when she slammed the door shut,

"Subtle much?" I asked with a smile as I took my hands from my ears.

"You know me, as subtle as a howitzer in a serene meadow," She said with a smile.

"So in that yelling did you ask them if it was ok if I attended the family reunion?" I asked.

"Yeah, they said it was ok," She answered.

"I guess that it's not safe here anymore unless I sneak in somehow," I said.

"Yeah, I guess your right. I have some homework that I need to finish anyway," She agreed. I gave her one last kiss and I got up and went for the front door. I left and got into my Kia.

I started to drive home, muling over what might happen at the Reunion. He quickly stopped thinking about that, the worst things scared me to much for me to think about anymore. He finally got home. He walked in and smelled pizza, mom must have ordered. I walked up the stairs but didn't see my Mom, her car wasn't there either now that I think about it. She must have gone out to get something. I followed the nice aroma of pepperoni to the kitchen. On the dinner table was a little more than half a pizza. I grabbed a plate, a soda, and put 2 slices on the plate and walked with the pizza and soda to my room, and started to work on my homework. I finished around 2:00. I turned my computer on and looked and checked around online. Surfing for random stuff, checking the forums I was apart of and such. I got off about 3:00, I was really bored and got my copy of Halo and started reading. It was really a good book and I read it until I was at the ending, it was about 6 when I finally put the book down. I got up and walked into the kitchen and put my glass and plate that held my tea and pizza and put them in the dishwasher. I saw that Mom wasn't home yet, I checked the counter and saw a note that I hadn't noticed before, I looked at it. Mom wasn't going to be home until 9, she was attending a quilting competition in Seattle.

"Aww well," I said to myself. I heard my parent's room door open and saw my hulking beast of a father. Seriously, their was no other way to describe him. He was about 8 ft, 275 pounds of muscle, he was pretty wide too, at least a 45 inch waist, but he was strong. He could probability lift a car and flip it if he wanted to. Sometimes I wondered how I was related to him. Then I remember the hair and the eyes, those are the only things that I inherited from him.

"Hello son," He said sleepily, rubbing his eyes from his recent awakening.

"Hi dad, did I wake you?" I asked. I already knew the answer, I always asked and he always answered the same way.

"No you didn't even if you did, you shouldn't worry about it," He said, waking pass me.

"Hows school?" He would and did ask. And I would answer.
"It's ok, passing with A's and B's mostly," I said. He knew that I had a problem with math, he was a wiz at it but understood that everyone had their own strengths.

"How's things going with Rebeca," He asked, pouring himself a glass of tea.

"Ok, things are going, nice and happy," I replied.

"That's good. I hope that she's like your mother, too good to be true, but then I remember that she's still here. So she is too good but she is true," He told me.

"Thanks dad, I think your right," I told him.

"What would make you say that?" He asked. Dad had his own little subtle way of asking deep and probing questions. Most people wouldn't recognize it however, I was a smart kid and knew when he was doing that, this was one of those times.

"She's entrusted me with a secret, a very big one," I told him. I knew that it was somewhat risky, but he would never guess the right answer. I just hoped that he couldn't read minds, because I start thinking about it every time someone inadvertently brings it up.

"Sounds like she trusts you, never take advantage of that or you might be 6 ft under before you know it," He said. He was imping that she would kill me or have someone else do it if I abused her trust, I already knew that

"I know that," I told him as much.

"I had a feeling that you did, I just wanted you to be sure," He said. Sitting on the couch and turning on the Mariners game. He wouldn't have that much time to watch it but he still liked to watch what he could. I got up from the armchair that I was sitting in and walked to my room. I laid down and started to think about Christmas week and how much a disaster that Reunion was going to be.