How many knives does one person need?! Surely one is more than enough. I mean, even as a vampire hunter you don't need that much protection, right? But I suppose it's better to be prepared... sort of. I mean, that way he's less likely to get hurt, isn't he?

"Honestly?" I decided it would be best to just answer his question. "I don't know. I'm not particularly music-y." Is that even a word? "I just listen to what I listen to. my iPod has hardly anything on."

Alex made another one of those funny 'pfft' noises, and I resisted the urge to giggle. We must be nearly back at the hotel by now. "I knew I should have brought my laptop with me."

"And put it where, exactly? This bag doesn't have much room left in it." I shifted the backpack in a more comfortable position. Just because I'm stronger than your average human doesn't make it easier for me to carry awkward stuff.

"I could have taken out a pair of jeans. It's only a little mac book." I love macs... "It'd fit in there, I just figured I wouldn't use it that much and there was no point lugging it around when I knew I wasn't going to be around many electrical outlets."


When his iPod had charged up, he handed it to me and said, "Just put it on shuffle." 

I put an earphone in, feeling Alex's eyes on me. We were sitting side by side on his bed in the hotel room. 

"What the hell is this?!" I cried in a alarm at the first song which came on.

He glanced down at the iPod screen. "I Am Ghost."

"...Okay then."

"I take it it's not quite to your tastes, then?" He asked me with a grin.

"Umm..." Was there a tactful way of doing this? "Not particularly." I grimaced as the lead singer started screeching something into my ear. Ouch.

"Change it then." Alex smiled, and I hesitated, finger hovering over the button. 

"...are the rest any better?" I asked hesitantly. I was still being screamed at.

"Depends on what you think is better." 

"Uh..." I muttered, before pressing the button down anyway. Whatever comes next is probably better, anyway. I listened intently for a moment, waiting for the melody to start. "Wait, share the earphones with me." I insisted, popping one of the white cords in his ear quickly, before going back to listening.

"How's this one then?" He asked, a little impatiently.

"It's... alright. I mean, I wouldn't listen to it normally, but I'm not going to go and slit my wrists at the sound of it." I winced.

He smiled at me. "I'd hope not."

"Hmm, you would." I pulled the razor out of my pocket and twirled it between my fingers, grinning. The next moment, Alex had reached up and flicked it out of my hand into some dark corner of the room. "Hey!" I cried involuntarily.


"Ugh," like you don't know. "never mind. Meanie."

"Don't go looking for it the second I turn my back, either."

I grinned again. "Don't worry, I will." You bet I will. I'll be on my hands and knees looking for it if I have to. I need that thing. Don't ask why, okay? I just do. It's like... mine. But Alex scowled, and I knew that, beneath the light joking, he was being serious.

"Please don't, Gabby."

"Why not?" I asked Alex. Sure, I know, but I want to hear it from him.

He smiled that beautiful crooked grin, the one that makes me do almost anything he wants me too. I wondered briefly if that was really a good thing or not, but then I didn't care. "Because razors are for emos."

"I'm not an emo." I insisted.

"Exactly. So you don't need it." Right. Whatever. Come stand in my shoes for a while and see that.

"But..." I began. Though what to say? How am I supposed to explain my irrational need for it?


"But I want it." I murmured pathetically, biting my lip.

"Why?" He pressed.

"I don't know..." He just raised an eyebrow at me. I took the earphones out and wrapped them back around the iPod. I wasn't listening to the music anymore anyway. "Please let me have it."

"Now you just sound like an addict having their drugs taken away." Well, yeah. I suppose that's true. I'd gone all whiny and pathetic. I scowled anyways.

"No I don't."

"'Please let me have it'" He imitated, and I narrowed my eyes. "Sure you do."

"Don't mock me." I don't sound like that. "Just let me have my razor back."

"I wasn't mocking."

"You were." I glared at him, and the next thing I knew he was kissing me.

"I wasn't." I insisted, his voice too persuasive. "Just leave it where it is and forget about it, please? For me."

"Okay..." I agreed, still fuzzy-headed from his kiss. "But only because it's you and you're completely irresistable. The effect you have on me makes it totally unfair." Which is true, I mean, how am I supposed to have my own thought process when I'm so... y'know. I can't think of the word. Stupid brain fuzz.

I felt my eyes wander involuntarily over the corner where I'd seen the razor land. I couldn't stop them. Don't blame me.

Alex sighed. Obviously he'd seen me looking. "Cutting yourself doesn't solve anything. It's a stupid, useless habit, and it's one you should break. Stop trying to look for it."

I looked down at me hands, blushing. I wish I could help myself, I really do. "Sorry." I whispered.

"No, it's okay. I know how hard it is, too." Only his wasn't just a habit. Alex's blood drinking is a necessity, he needs it to live. I just... ugh. I'm just stupid.

The End

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