My blood approves

“Just be careful!” Ezra called after him. The garage door slammed in response, and he stared after it indecisively. “Maybe I should go with him.” He looked over at Mae, who nodded in approval, and he started hurrying after Jack.

“I’ll have my cell if you need me.”

Peter leaned back against the counter, staring awkwardly at his feet. Mae still had her arm around me, and I knew that she would be one of those mom’s that would never let go. One of the benefits to being a vampire was that she’d never really have an empty nest, although she’d never exactly have a full one either. It was obvious that she played mother and nursemaid to the boys, but in reality, they were grown men and actually needed very little of her. The great appeal of me was that I was very fragile and dependant, and on top of that, a girl. For her, I was some kind of enchanted doll, and that explained the great deal of time she spent playing with my hair.

“I still need to make you supper!” Mae burst into life and rushed over to the stove. Fortunately, she had yet to actually turn it on, or whatever she would’ve been cooking would’ve been completely burnt.

“I’m really not that hungry,” I repeated for the tenth time.

“Nonsense!” Mae had her back to me and was already flitting about with ingredients. “Why don’t you go in the other room and relax, and I’ll call you when the food is done.”

“It’s easier to just go along with what she wants,” Peter told me. He took a step away from the counter, towards the living room, and paused, waiting for me. “Come on. We need to talk.” He was right, and even though I knew very little of what we talked about would be pleasant, it thrilled me exponentially.

I walked with him into the living room, breathing in how wonderful he smelled. My body felt relieved just to be so close to him. It was exhausting staying away from him. Every part of me felt pulled to him, and I had to use all my strength to keep me any distance.

“How is your throat?” Peter asked sadly, admiring my neck.

“It’s okay,” I lied. It felt like I had terrible whiplash, but I didn’t want him to feel bad about hurting me. I sat down on the couch, so very purposefully, he sat in the chair on the far side from me.

“I’m sorry.” He looked at me sorrowfully, then dropped his eyes. “I shouldn’t have done that. But you should know that’s what I’m like.” When he spoke again, his voice was barely audible. “I’m not very nice.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You should.” He met my eyes evenly. “You’d be so much better off with Jack. I’m…” He shook his head, unable or unwilling to say exactly what he was.

“But I want to be with you,” I insisted fiercely, and something about my voice startled him into softening a bit. But he quickly recovered, and his face hardened again.

“You don’t know who I am.” He knew how I felt about him, and that I had no control over it even if I’d wanted to, and yet he was still trying to convince me that he was a bad choice. It had already been made, and whether he was good for me or not was of little consequence. “I’m not like them. I’m not good.”

“How are you different?”

I hated that he was so far away from me, and it had finally gotten to be too much. I got up and walked over to him, kneeling directly in front of him. He smiled at me, a rather sweet, sincere one, then reached out and touched my cheek gently, brushing back my hair. His touch sent shivers of pleasure through me, but I fought to keep my eyes open, to keep them locked on his.

“You should be so afraid of me, but you’re not,” he murmured, bemused.

He studied my face, his hand resting wonderfully on cheek. “If you weren’t…”

He licked his lip and sighed. “If I didn’t feel this way about you, I wouldn’t hesitate to kill you. Do you fully understand?” I’m not sure if I would’ve told him that I did or not, but I had started trembling too much to speak. He leaned in closer to me, and his hand moved back, so he was burying his finger in the thickness of my hair. “I am a real vampire. I’ve killed people.”

“You… you have?” I whispered. My heart, which still pounded desperately for him, felt twisted with fear and revulsion.

“Mmm.” He sighed again, this time more resignedly. “They didn’t tell you.

I’m surprised Jack didn’t, but Ezra always tries to protect me. After…” Pain so raw it hurt flashed over his eyes. “Elise died, I went on a rampage of sorts.

Eventually, I got myself under control, but there’s still that thirst. Not just for blood, but for death.”

“But that was a very long time ago,” I protested softly.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” All of his resistance shattered, and his vulnerability made him look impossibly young.

“You won’t,” I pleaded with him.