And You Call Yourself a Vampire...

"But, my beloved Alavar, we simply must be together!"

"No, Blanca, it cannot be! You have been blinded by love. Underneath this boyishly handsome face and glitter covered body I am a blood drinking monster!"

Blanca threw herself upon the bed, her arm draped dramatically across her forehead. "I don't care about that! I know that I am only fifteen and know nothing of life but what I do know is that my feelings for you are undeniable. If our love is forsaken then I'll gladly be damned!" She stared up at him, her lips puckered and cheeks flushed. "Take me, Alavar, take me now!" She cried out in passion.

Alavar stepped back and coughed. "Wait, what? You're only fifteen?"

Blanca leaned up and ripped open her blouse to reveal the tops of her B-cupped breasts. "That matters not, my love. I'm sure that when you were alive men were with women far younger."

"Woah, now, that's gross," he cringed, shielding her exposed flesh from his vision with his hand. "Put some clothes on for goodness sake."

Mascara stained tears flowed from her pale blue eyes. "But Alavar... I thought you wanted me... why else would you take me to this remote cabin in the middle of no-where?"

"Uh, hello, I'm a monster? Damn, you're stupid," he shook his head in exasperation. "Did you think that we were dating or something? I was just trying to get you out here so I could bleed you dry and gut you like a fish." He replied frankly.

"Oh, Alavar!" She swooned. "You're so brave! You don't have to try to frighten me away, I'm not scared of what you are. I'm not going to run away and leave you. You must fear that our love is too-" Alavar put his hand over her mouth in attempt to silence her but her lips continued to move. "Shut up already," he demanded, so frustrated with her that he was hardly able to hold himself back from killing her right there on the bed.

Before he knew it Blanca's hand was gripping onto his lifeless manhood, struggling with the zipper of his dark blue jeans. "Stop touching me!" He yelped, taking his hand off of her mouth in order to smack her away from his pants.

"There's no need to resist, lover, this isn't my first time. You don't have to be gentle..." she cooed, reaching out for his hips.

Alavar jumped back sending Blanca tumbling face forward onto the cold hardwood floor below. "Ow," she whined, causing Alavar to erupt in a fit of laughter. He was too busy cackling to hear the sudden sound of feathers rustling in the doorway.

"Ihan, I thought we already discussed this...you really shouldn't play with the food."

Chills ran up Ihan's spine as he was caught unexpectedly by the woman behind him. "I thought you said you'd be back around two?" He laughed nervously.

Blanca looked up at him in confusion. "Alavar? Who is this woman? I demand to know!" She shouted, her cheeks ruby red.

"Alavar?" The woman laughed. "What kind of crap name is that? And are.. are you wearing glitter?" She threw her head back and cackled. "I think you've lost your touch, little brother."

"Shut up, Dani!" He growled. Even though he was more than ready to kill the lamebrained twit on the floor in front of him, the last thing he wanted was to be embarrassed and belittled in front of her.

Blanca jumped off the floor and glared at Danielle. "Who do you think you are talking to my Alavar like that? I won't stand for it!" She hissed, daring to get so close to her as to be within kissing distance.

Dani parted her ashen lips to bare her teeth as fangs sprouted from slits in her gums. She readied for the attack, but Ihan stopped her. "Please, let me, I've been waiting for this for too long," he begged.

Dani glared at him. "You messed up, Ihan, so why should you get the pleasure?"

Blanca stared to cry as she looked over to him. "Alavar, why does she keep calling you that?"

His emotions overran him, a mixture of humiliation and down right hatred. His hands wrapped around her pink little throat and before he could stop himself he had snapped her neck. Blanca's lifeless body slipped from his grip and fell motionlessly on the floor, her vacant eyes staring back up at him.

"Seriously?" Danielle sighed, retracting her fangs with disappointment. "Your only job was to bring home dinner, and you screwed it up," she groaned, turning away from him and the corpse. "Just one, simple, task..." she muttered, her high-heeled boots clacking against the oak floorboards as she walked down the cabin hall and into the dark living room.

Ihan put his palm to his forehead and followed reluctantly behind her. "I'm sorry, okay? I thought she'd be an easy mark but the bitch was psycho!" He was glad Blanca was dead, but he knew the mistake he made was not going to be forgiven just because the girl was annoying. They needed to feed. It had been over a week since their last meal, even longer for Danielle, and he knew this wouldn't be the last he would hear of his failure. "I seriously only met her two hours ago and she thought we were long lost lovers," he tried to explain.

Dani ignored his excuses and lit the tender logs that had been left in the fireplace, tired of the darkness. "Whatever," she moaned, plopping down on the dusty couch sending dirt and dander everywhere. Dani suppressed a cough, "couldn't find a cleaner place, either?"

Ihan ran his fingers through his short black hair, gripping onto a clump of it in the back. "It's camping season and the others were occupied?"

She laid her head on the back of the couch and closed her eyes. "Go wash that makeup off and try again. Hog-tie and ball-gag 'em if you have to," she groaned.

Ihan could tell she was tired. He didn't ask, and he didn't want to know, what she had been doing for the past two nights. Every now and then she'd go off and come back exhausted and covered in blood. Ihan would look after her, bring her something to eat and a comfortable place to rest, but that was all Dani would allow. She would always say that she was keeping them 'safe,' but he had no idea what that meant.

He straightened the lapels of his sports coat and fixed his posture. "But chicks dig eyeliner and glitter."

Dani glared at him with one eye open. "Ihan..."

"Fine," he sighed, throwing up his arms in defeat, "I'll be back."

"And you call yourself a vampire," she snorted before drifting off to sleep.