Lets skip around 4.. no, 5 months.. Of course I gave him my number. Who wouldn't want to chat it up with a tall, white-haired boy with striking tolet, violet eyes? I know I want to, and I am. Dad knew something was up the moment I came out, and it was a long, interrogation ride home.. but since then, it's been a non-stop rollercoaster of smile and laughter ever since. But at this moment in time, I was frantically digging through my closet because I was going out, with him. Of course, I had been on many dates with him before, but this felt, different. I let out an annoyed whine, grabbing the attention of my older sister. I could feel her grin from across the room, her eyes locking onto my shirtless frame. "This is new.." She snickered and looked through my clothes before tossing a camisa towards me. "Dad's downstairs waiting on you." I couldn't tell if her tone was one of dread or something completely different. Oh well. I looked down at the black button-up in my hand and sighed. "Of all the colors.." I mumbled and pulled the camisa on anyways, being hardly able to button it up due to the shaking in my hands. After I managed to do something with my mop I call hair, I trotted downstairs, staring at the time on my phone. I was ahead of schedule, good. Immediately I was met with my dad, not noticing the red tie in his hands. "Here." I reached out and took it, tilting my head. Something about it was..familiar. Oddly enough it took me a few minutos to recognize the piece of clothing. "The tie from your wedding.." I mumbled, looking up as he took it and began to tie it around me. "I don't plan on using it anytime soon, besides, I've already impressed the amor of my life." Ah, so that's where Mel got her hard-to-decipher tone.. Dad. I smiled and nodded once anyways, adjusted the tie once it was secure around me. "Now, go. Be careful, it's a full moon, never known what kind of crazy goes on." He patted my back, almost like he was shoving me out the door.. He never did this with Mel, or Lexi for that matter, I had to pry him away at some point.. ANYWAYS, that's not important, what is important is that there's been a time-skip, and I now currently seated across from the hottest man alive. In the time skip, dear reader, I found out that he's hardly eating. Unusual, he usually ate, but it was very little. But, it could be the fact that I half to eat half my weight because holy cow, do bird-kids eat a heck of a lot of food. But that's not it, there's been a lot of hand holding, and his hand is still like a complete ice-block. Again, not unusual. but, colder than usual.. Like, I understand it's winter, and we're in his car and blasting the heat, and he's STILL cold. I swear, does he have like lack of circulation or something? "Why weren't you at the blood bank earlier? You never told me you weren't working.." I asked in a slightly disappointed tone, after all, I do go there every other day.. This over-production of blood is a real nuisance. "Day off. Why? Miss me?" He grinned. God, that smile of his.. And that tone.. so, teasing? "Maybe.. Say, you've got some sharp canines going on.." I tilted my head, eyes glancing over his lips. Had I ever noticed them before? "And you're hands are super cold all the time." He pouted at that comment. "Is that problem?" I immediately regretted pointing it out. "N-no! I was just curious as to why.." He was silent before moving his assento back. He only patted his lap and I froze. We'd been dating for a while for a while now, but.. Was I even ready for this? Dear God, help me. I casually climbed over and sat myself onto his lap, trying not to let him smell any fear. I could feel his eyes and then felt him gently tugging at the tie and loosening it. "What are.." I didn't finish the sentence because I got a look to tell me to hush. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could feel him unbuttoning the topo, início portion of my shirt. He pressed one finger under my chin and lifted, my eyes shifting to the car ceiling. I was honestly expected a kiss, but nooooooo. I was about to say something, and that's when I felt it. The burning sensation of fangs piercing my skin. That's why he hardly ate, why he was so cold... and why he worked in a blood blank? I let him linger for a few minutes, I honestly had enough blood to go around, so it didn't bother me. When I pulled away, was a sight I could never forget. His tolet, violet eyes were an unusual crimson red, the blood on his face to match. I wasn't too concerned with the wound on my neck.. But the information I had gained. My boyfriend.. was a vampire?!