I can tell Gabby isn't quite happy with my answer to her question. "D'you promise?" I promised not to leave unless the myriad of vampires that want me dead get me. Wasn't that good enough? I'd pretty much promised to not leave her unless I was killed.

"You don't sound exactly satisfied with my promise, Gabby. What, do you want me to sign it in blood?" I ask, arching an eyebrow slightly.

"No, that's unnecessary. It's just that... Oh, I don't know." Neither do I, if you don't. But you do, don't you. Please know. I hate being clueless.


"I just said; I don't know. I guess I just don't want you to leave, that's all." I sigh slightly and lean back against the window, half smiling.

"You don't have to." I told her. It was her turn to raise an eyebrow at me.

"Don't have to what?"

"Leave me."

"I'm not going to," she stated, her voice determined. I smile and hug her again, not saying anything.

"Why are you smiling?" she asks after a little while.

"Would you rather I didn't?" I laugh. She laughs too.

"No, of course not, but you smile a lot more than you used to." True, that.

"Yeah. Guess I found something that makes me happy again." She grins and asks me what that would be. I don't answer her with words, simply kissing her lightly on the top of her head and squeezing her gently.

"You make me happy too." She says with a happy sigh, relaxing into my side.

"Hmm. So what do you want to do when we get off the bus?" I wonder aloud. She thinks for a while. I can almost hear her brain working it out.

"Go to Disneyland..." she mumbles after a while. Disneyland...? What have I let myself in for?

"Disneyland." I repeat slowly, almost incredulous.

"I've never been to Disneyland before."

"I wish I could take you," I mutter quietly, "but all the rides are open during the day." And I can't go out in the day for much longer than half an hour.

"I... Oh yeah. We could go to Paris in winter." She suggests instead. I nod. I could handle Paris. Disneyland maybe not so much... I think I'm a little bit old for that sort of thing, but I guess I could try and humour her. "Let's do that then. It would be fun." I smile at her again and let my mind wander, imagining showing her around Paris, and making it interesting. I remember being dragged around Paris when I was her age, and hating it. God it was so boring. But then I went again with a few friends, and it was much more interesting that time around.

"Yeah, sure. Whenever we get out of America," I laugh gently, shifting in my seat to get more comfy.

"I thought we were in Canada," she frowns, looking out of the window, as if a sign might pop up and tell her exactly where we are.

"Well the people in the clothes shops we went to sounded American to me, but I'm no good with accents." I look out of the window too, looking for some kind of clue, but all I see are empty roads and a town in the distance, all lit up and glowing in the night sky on the horizon.

"Neither am I..." she mutters.

"Ah, who cares? Wherever we are, as long as we have fun it doesn't matter, right?" I grin, kissing her again, except this time on the lips.

The End

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