Annabelle groaned.

Its noon. He's a no-

Something brushed her shoulder. She whipped around.

Nothing.

Something brushed her shoulder again. She turned around again.

Nothing.

Something brushed her shoulder a third time, this time she didn't turn around. Gerard darted in front of her with a wide smile.

“I'm sorry, but I simply love child's play.”

She shook her head.

“You're just a child at heart, huh?”

“Not really, I just occasionally unleash the child still in me.”

His hair glimmered in the sunlight. She smiled a little.

“Now, what was it that you were suppose to tell me?”

“Well you're not suppose to be here at night because, lately-”

He looked around them and grabbed her arm.

“Uhm, let me take you to my place if you don't mind of course.”

“I don't mind.”

He held up his hand and started to walk backwards.

“Stay right here, I'll be right back.”

I don't see how I could go anywhere.

She grunted. He soon returned in his car. It was a dented, old, mustang. He got out of the driver's seat and rubbed his hand on the hood. He nodded his head towards the car and smiled. He obviously loved the car, even though it wasn't in the best shape.

“Come on, I've got a lot to explain.”

Annabelle slid into the passenger seat and buckled her seatbelt.

“Have you heard about the Nightmares?”

“The who's?”

“The Nightmares, their a gang.”

“Of what?”

He sighed.

“Vampires.”

He said the word as if he were ashamed to say it.

“Well what would they want with me?”

“Food.”

“Oh.”

Annabelle's voice grew alarmingly meek.

“With that being said, you have to promise you won't, oh, let say open my car door and lunge out.”

“Psh, of course not.”

He cracked his neck.

“To make this interesting, I actually want to show you what it is I need to tell you.”

The car grew silent and he wrinkled his nose. As he turned his head he opened his mouth showing two enlarged throbbing fangs. He closed his mouth as Annabelle rose an eyebrow.

I knew it!

“You're not another one of those “I dazzle myself” Edward Cullen vampires are you?”

“Mr. Cullen is a fantasy, I am reality.”

She nodded.

“Now that I can actually talk to a vampire without the threat of dieing, let me ask you a few question.”

“Alright.”

“Is garlic as murderous as they say it is?”

“Hah, no, of course not.”

“Is silver deadly to the eyes?”

“Nope.”

“If I held up a cross, would you look away?”

“Nope.”

“If I pulled out a mirror, would you have a reflection?”

He fixed the rear-view mirror.

“See for yourself.”

She looked at his radiant hair in the mirror and smiled.

“The sun doesn't burst you into flames?”

“What do you think?”

She laughed.

“Right.”

She looked at him.

“What about blood?”

“I have no vitals for it. I'm a half and half. My mother was human, and my father..well you get the idea.”

“Oh.”

“I have a brother you know.”

“Is he-?”

“Half and half.”

“I kind of figured.”

She laughed a little.”

“Can you read minds?”

He looked at her with a cocked eyebrow.

“No.”

She laughed.

“Would you go out-”

“With you, yes.”

“I thought you couldn't read minds.”

“I never said anything about finishing sentences.”