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Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Breaking Down

Edgar's perfect face glistened in the afternoon sun, his full lips curling into a smirk as he saw me waiting by his car. "Get in, darling," he said, voice as smooth and rich as dark chocolate. I loved him. I had always loved him. 


"Wait," I said, nearly tripping over my own boots as I tried to block the door. "We need to talk." 


He smiled, sunlight sparkling on his skin and glinting off his sharp, even teeth. "What is it NOW, Barbara?"


"That girl." I frowned. "That girl I saw you walking with. Who was she?"


"Baby, she's nothing," he said as he leaned in to kiss me. I tried to push him away, my fingers brushing against his cold marble skin. 


"I don't believe you."


"You know I'd never do that."


"I've seen the way you look at her. I've heard the rumors." I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and the tears well up in my eyes. I was sure I looked hideous to him now. But I didn't care. 


"They're not true, whatever they are." He drew closer to me, and I felt his iron grip tighten on my shoulder. "And besides. We aren't exactly in a position to say anything to anyone, are we?" 


I was crying for real now. "I'll tell them. I'll tell them all your secret. I'll tell EVERYONE in the SCHOOL! I'll do it!"


He wrapped me in his cold, perfect arms. "My dearest, I don't believe you will," he whispered, as he gently drew his fangs and plunged them into my neck.