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"Vampire" he said quietly and simply. It was plain to see he wasent happy abut telling her, but it was killing him. He caused her nightmares, it was the least he could do,

She stared at him in shock, mentally slapping herself. The fangs, that's what the puncture wounds were, that's why he's so pale, and the blood thing. How could she have been so clueless? She stared at the pavement, strangely unafraid of him.

Just because he was pale didn't prove him to be a vampire, but the fact she had witnessed the bite marks, kinds did. He looked at her, "aren't you..afraid?" He asked, but not sounding like he wanted her to be afraid,

She looked over at him, pausing for a moment.
"No," she said, finality in her voice. He really didn't scare her at all. She didn't understand why though

"Well that's a first," he looked down a little, "not that I'm complaining" he said to her. A strong breeze of wind blew and knocked his hair forward a bit, sending his bangs into his eyes for a moment, before he ended to that problem, as the wind continued to blow.

She watched the wind blow his hair around. "I don't see why not. You look harmless to me."
She moved the hair out of his eyes, only for the wind to blow it back, causing her to laugh.

Looks could he decieivng as she had already witnessed from him. He gave up and just let the wind blow his shaggy hair around. He looked up, watching as leaves blew off trees, and soared through the night air. He looked down, pulled out his ink pen, opened his notebook and began to write something in Russian.

She watched as he began writing something, though she turned her head and looked over at the stars.
"What are you writing?" She asked quietly, fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie that were dangling over her hands, being that he was bigger than her.

"Poetry in Russian" he answered simply. He wouldn't go into detail probably. He wasent really bigger then her, he just preferred to wear hoodies bigger then he needed in size. Lasted longer.

He didn't come across to her as a poetic person, but as she learned before, looks don't tell you what's on the inside. But, Hey, the more you know! She stayed silent for a moment, then asked him, "About what?"

He continued to write a little, already having about 6 sentences down. "Does t matter?" He asked. Maybe poetry was like a journal to him. No way I'm telling you. He soon finished and close his notebook, placing the ink own in the spiral that held the pages together.

"I... I should probably go. My brother will come looking. See you... tomorrow?" She said, moving to give his hoodie back to him.

He accepted his hoodie back from her, and slipped it back on. "We might" he said standing up. "Don't tell anyone about me" he said to her.

"Okay," she said dismissively, and started to walk home again.

"Farewell.." he parted ways with her and began to walk home himself.

She slowly walked inside, and trudged up to her room, closing and locking the door. "What the heck just happened?" She asked herself as she laid down, and quickly fell asleep.

Draik walked home. His uncle seemed to be asleep, so he just walked to his room, and flopped onto his bed after throwing his notebook onto his desk. "What did I just do.." he asked himself aloud, his face buried in the pillow.

The next morning, Rose woke up, and checked the clock that said "2:16 p.m."
She sat there for a moment, her mind not quite comprehending the difference of today. Then, it hit her. "No nightmares!" She practically screamed at herself. She jumped up excitedly, took a quick shower, dressing similar to her ensemble yesterday, though after thinking it over, throwing a thicker hoodie on. She sat on her bed for a moment, running a hand through her partially damp, brushed, auburn hair. Why didn't she have nightmares?

Unaware of the story behind the girl he revealed he was a vampire to didn't have nightmares, if he had to guess it would be because she imagined him as a very frightful person, but and she knew the truth of him, she realized he's of all that scary.

The next day the boy, Draik got ready. There wasent much to do inside, despite the fact he had some video games, and video game consoles, and TV, and internet, he got bored of it after awhile, so he just went outside. He put on a dark blue pair if bluejeans, and a blue T-shirt, along with the usual black hoodie. What? Black went with everything. He looked out his bedroom window, which gladly the sun didn't shine through at this time of day, wondering where he would go today,

Rose had thought fora while, thinking about him. She didn't think he would hurt her, but, then again, there was always doubt. She slowly walked downstairs, ignoring her brother who had passed out on the couch. She grabbed an apple and walked out the door, wandering around.