{ ... Fine. o3o } 

{ Yeah. o3o I do. }

{ you don't? D: /feels weird now }

The first thing I thought of, was screaming. Not only did my hand hurt now, but my back as well. He'd pinned me down with more force than immaginable, blue-purple hand prints already starting to form on my arms. I couldn't see them, but I could definately feel them.

I sat up slowly, picking up the towel I'd dropped so I could press it against the wound. My mouth was too dry for me to speak. Red eyes. Sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. I slowly started to move away from him, sitting with my back against the far wall. "Get out."

My voice was quiet and shaky, but demanding nevertheless. "You animal; you get out of my house this instance! You-you freak! You..." I gasped as something clicked in my head. My own father's words piecing together. "You... Night Leech?" My mother was always poor with English. But it all made sense now. Perhaps by Night Leech she had meant... but no... he couldn't be.

Eyes watering, though this time in fear, by voice rose to a near-scream. "Eddie you get out of my house this instance!" 

{ KAY WELL I'M RUNNING ON 4 HOURS SLEEP. }
{ I'm sorry I'm stupid. ;3; }

As soon as he left, I got onto my feet. I'd relapsed, my breathing turning into shallow gasps as I sobbed. I didn't try and stop the tears, not relax myself. I needed this moment of pure self-hatred and pity. I'd let a monster into my home and thought he could be my friend.

The same monster, I was starting to realise, that drove my mother into insanity. The same creature that my father thought was some sort of guardian angel. What was he? I'd read enough books to know but I couldn't get the words out, nevertheless think them.

Tossing the apple slices in the garbage, I wrapped my hand up in a towel. The wound wasn't deep enough for stitches, it seemed, so I'd have to deal with it for now. The crying never stopped during this; I was turning hysterical, finally realising that I very well could have died not five minutes ago.

I pulled on my coat as I stumbled into the front room, shoving my feet into my cow boy boots that I'd worn since as long as I could remember. Lightning lit up the sky as I opened the door, but I didn't care. I just wanted to feel the rain on my skin and the smooth, silky softness of my palamino mare's pelt under my hand.

Trudging through the darkness and water and muck, I slammed the door to the barn behind me, left alone with my thought for a little while. But I knew that thing would be back. I knew, for some reason, Eddie would return.

And somewhere deep down, I wanted him to.

{ Skip to... whenever? :u lol } 

I had always been a heavy sleeper, but ever since I saw the true Eddie, something changed. I had nightmares, and even the slightest noise woke me up. A change in temperature could pull me from my slumber. I was a mess, dark circles under my eyes. Which is why, when I finally fell into a peaceful sleep at about two AM, I was relieved. Perhaps now I could stop dreaming about teeth tearing my throat open, ripping and shredding and sucking... 

That was what happened two hours later, when I sat bolt upright in my bed, screaming. My hand flew to my throat, relief washing over me when I saw everything was intact. I was still whole. I still had a pulse, and everything about me was alive.

Almost crying with frustration because I desperately wanted to sleep, I turned to turn the lamp on my bed-side table on, when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. Something on my right side. Some pale. Something familiar.

Slowly turning my head, I didn't scream. I didn't gasp or turn pale. I didn't even widen my eyes at all. I just stared, dead-eyed, and the creature I knew had most likely returned to kill me once and for all. Chill danced up and down my spine, making the hair raise on my bruise arms.

"Eddie." 

I threw my legs over the side of my bed opposit to Eddie, sitting up again, and stood up. I was wear a T-shirt that came down to the bottom of my butt, panties, and a bra. I didn't appreciate him walking in on me dressed like this, but there was nothing I could do about it. "I'm fine," I said coldly as I walked across my room and flicked the light on. 

"There's nothing abnormal about having nightmares." To me, though, it was abnormal but I cared not to share this information. The sooner he left, the better. I think.

I hovered near my bedroom door, seeing that it was open. I remembered shutting it before I went to bed. Then, I realised he'd most likely come through there than a window. Maybe he wasn't a complete beast like I thought. But he was still a creature from the depths of h-

My thoughts were cut off abruptly. "Well, now that I'm awake," I said slowly. "I won't be getting back to bed. So this is the perfect opportunity for you to explain yourself to me." 

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[[Homg, I'm such a jerk. Sorry. By the time I was not so irritated about my post being eaten, I didn't even see this on the top of the roleplay forum and I just forgot. Sorreh DDDD:]

What she said rang in my ears. Explain myself? How would I be able to explain the fact that I've watched her since she was born and watched her ever since without her thinking I was stalking her? How would I be able to say that I've made an oath not to kill - or drink the blood of - this family, without sounding like a murderer?
Technically, I was a stalker and a murderer though.
"Explain myself?"
My blue eyes casted downwards, as I ran a hand through my hair. It was hard to not stare at her, especially since I knew all of this was forbidden.
"Explain myself..."
I said again, more to myself as I sat down on her bed to take it in. I knew I had to tell her. All of it. I couldn't lie to her again.
"You know what I am."
I said, this time looking back up at her - her eyes. I may not have self control blood wise, but I always had this strange respect for women that wasn't normal to men in this modern day. Sometimes I missed the old days where I was human when it was normal for men to have a loving respect for them.
"I'm not a... A Night Leech par se."
I gulped nervously as I put my elbows on my knees. Keeping my eyes piercing into her own.
"I didn't mean to do what I did, Cherie. I usually have self control with your family."
Before I explained myself, I needed her to know that. That I never wanted to hurt her.

{ It's okay. ;0; }
{ I love Eddie too much omg. >_> }

Before he'd even finished speaking, I was shaking my head. "I don't know what you are," I said, voice seething. "I don't know what to think." Closing the door with a shaky hand, I sat down at my desk instead of on my bed; I wasn't comfortable with being that close to him yet.

"I need you to explain more," I told him sharply. "How long have you lived around here? How old are you- in real life? Did your parents really die like you said they did? What do you mean you usually have more self control with my family?" I paused, inhaling carefully before breathing out my last question, "How many people have you killed?"

Was I sitting in the room with a murderer? What if he killed someone I knew? I frowned, twirling a piece of hair around one finger as my breathing quickened and my pulse sped up. What if he was going to kill me for knowing too much?