WINEKOVE.I dragged my luggage sluggishly into the sitting room. It was a long journey back home, and the bite on my neck wasn't helping. I dropped the bags in front of the couch and slumped on it, tired. I didn't know how much I could keep this up.Solomon walked in and stopped to look at me. He saw me breathing heavily, shook his head, and went upstairs. He still hadn't forgiven me. I was starting to have the feeling that he never would. I sighed and zoomed upstairs with my luggage.I entered my room slower than I had expected. I could run as fast as the speed of sound, but right now, it didn't seem so. The bite was messing me up. I would have to visit Zack soon enough. I didn't even know if I had the strength to do so.The doorbell rang, and I sped downstairs. I opened the door and was surprised to see Jocelyn and Zion. Jocelyn looked at me sternly. She was still scared that I was going to kill her and Zion. I planned on it. She didn't like me much, and the feeling was mutual."Wha

I didn't know how to start. Or instead, where to start. The fact that everybody was here made things even more challenging for me. I hadn't told Solomon about what happened last night yet, and I knew he would get mad when I started talking. I knew I was never going to get that apology accepted after this. "Hope,"Solomon called. "What is the matter?". "Let Desmond speak first,"she said gently. Everybody turned and looked at me. Solomon looked at me with a raised eyebrow, certainly intrigued about what I was about to say. "Go on, Desmond,"Solomon prompted. I sighed. "Hope knows I am a vampire,"I confessed. Solomon stood up, shocked. He looked at me and clenched his jaws. "What?!"he said. "I saw him speed into my room yesterday and knock out Melissa,"Hope added. "What is going on here?"Zion asked. "Let me explain!"I demanded. Everybody kept quiet and sat, eager to hear what would come from my mouth. I hoped she wouldn't creep out and tell the whole city because her mother was

After much contemplation, I switched directions and headed toward "The House of Delusions."I arrived at the bar some seconds later. I needed some shots to take my mind off, Hope. I couldn't believe I was in love with her. I thought I had hated her for so long, not knowing I couldn't decipher my feelings for her. It was the love I felt and not unending hatred. I sighed and stared at the door of the bar. The last time I came here, I had fought with some men and brutally wounded them. I had a little contact with Hope before I came here. It seemed my life revolved around her, but I didn't notice until now. I gulped hard and walked into the bar. The bar smelt of alcohol and blood. I hungered for blood. I need blood to calm down my nerves. Blood with alcohol would do the trick. I wanted the blood to go down my throat slowly and cool down my demons. And I liked the alcohol to fire up my neurons and make the feeling of the realization fade away. I sat on a stool at the wooden counter, and

I arrived at Hope's house in my car the following day. I halted the car in her driveway and killed the engine. I got out of the Audi and closed the door behind me. I leaned back on the door and waited for her.Though I didn't tell her I was coming to pick her up today, I felt it was gentlemanly to do so. And because I loved her. Yes, I did. And I was glad I was finally getting used to it. I looked at the car parked before mine. It was a police cruiser. It was probably her mother's. She was the town's sheriff, and I knew she wouldn't like us seeing each other. It was just the simple truth. Parents always got hard-headed about teenage love and acted like chaperones at a prom.I heard the door open, and I leaned off the door, expecting to see Hope walk down the short stairs. Instead, I saw her mother walk up to me with a pistol. I was perplexed. I raised my hands in surrender. It was sarcastic in the fact that the bullets couldn't hurt me."Who are you, and what is

I sat back on the couch with Hope, but we didn't talk. We just watched a programme on television. The program was about a boy who was an alien and had lived on Earth for more than four hundred years. The boy didn't like the girl at first, but after some experiences with each other, they got close, and he fell for her.The girl confessed her feelings to him, but he told her he couldn't be with her because he was dangerous; when she asked him why, he confessed to her that he was an alien, an impostor on Earth. He showed her his true form, and she still didn't want to leave him. He finally accepted her, and they began dating.The program was ironic because it described the situation Hope and I were in right now. I couldn't be with her because I was dangerous. She had never seen the lousy vampire side of me before. I was sure if she did, she would run away and never look back. It was better to hurt her now than to accept her now and hurt her more later.Back to the