A couple sat in a living room, watching a movie. The girl sat on his lap, a vague expression on her eyes. She almost seemed bored. Her dark hair brushed lightly against her back. Her curves were pronounced in every way. Her pale skin seemed to almost glow. Her beauty was, in one word, inhuman. Literally.

“Clarisse.” The boy whispered in her ear, making her turn her head slowly. “Are you bored with this movie?”

“No.” She defended in a velvet tone.

“Then what’s the matter?” he pressed, wrapping his arms around her dainty waist.

“Nothing’s wrong, Jake.” Clarisse replied.

“You haven’t said a word since the movie started. You’ve just sat there, like the perfect statue you are. What’s wrong, my dearest?”

“Look. Ray just got shot.” She avoided the question, pointing at the protagonist of the movie on the television with mild surprise. “These humans have it so easy. One shot. That’s all it takes.”

“You’re ignoring me again.” He teased softly. “Really, what’s wrong?” Jake shifted slowly to press his lips against her ear. Clarisse held her breath as she brushed over his neck. “You’re not normally this tense…” He murmured. Jake opened his eyes as he felt an unnatural breeze, and found him self to the embracing no more than the air. Clarisse stood in the corner of the room, hugging her waist. “There are circles under you eyes. Not to mention your eyes are pitch black. That means one thing and one thing only.” He took an offensive tone now.

“I haven’t,” she hesitated, but finally spoke. “hunted…”

Something in Jake’s mind clicked, and he extended his arm. “Come.” His sentence was an order, more than anything else, one that she followed without question. Clarisse pressed her arms against her body, as if holding herself back. She stood before him and stared with frightened eyes.

Soon, Jake noticed she had not taken a breath since he had held her, and his brows furrowed at this. Stupid vampires and their ability to not breathe. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he was responded by the faint flicker of her eyes. The young man stood and looked down at her. “Clarisse.” He spoke softly now. “You know that I’d give my life to you. For you only.” He raised his wrist in the small space between them. She looked down at the soft, unscathed skin and fought back the feeling to pounce away. No longer able to ignore her instincts, she hissed for him to sit on the couch and held his wrist firmly. Clarisse leaned over him and muttered in a harsh whisper, “I’ll never forgive myself.”

Through her snarl, Jake spoke in a soothing voice. “Maybe you won’t, but I will.”