The fair was actually kind of fun. Little rides and big rides were everywhere, and stalls with games to play dotted the field.
“So, what are we going to do next?” I asked, slipping my arm around Witt’s waist.
"Want me to win you a toy?" Witt asks cheekily, his arm around my shoulder.
“Hmm, I guess, if you think you’re good enough.” I winked.
He smiled and led me to the hardest game at the fair. He won it straight away and let me pick which toy I wanted. I chose a blue rabbit.
“Not in the least.” I say teasingly, and kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you.”
He smiled and kissed me, and for a minute the world around us stopped. Then the noise flooded back in as our lips parted.
“So, do you want to go on a ride?” I asked.
“Alright. I want to go on that one.” I point at the scariest ride there is. I love scary rides; anything that gets my heart racing is brilliant. I love adrenaline rushes.
“Sure.” He agrees and we get in the queue. When we finally reached the front I felt my heart beating quicker. We sat in our seats, belts on and holding hands. The ride began. A few minutes in and my heart was beating so fast and the adrenaline was pumping through my veins.
“Can you hear my heart?” I yelled over the screams of other people.
"Yes" I could hear his voice in my mind, and welcomed it. I thought back my reply.
“Does it make you hungry?” I asked curiously. Witt refused to reply, and I could hear his resignation in his head. “Witt?” He didn’t speak to me again during the entire ride. Once we climbed off, I ran after him and stopped him from going any further. I looked around and pulled him in to a dark area behind one of the tents on the outskirts. “Witt, please tell me.”
"I don't want to feed from you" he says calmly. Part of me is glad of that, but the other part, the adrenaline craving part wants him too, to see what it feels like. And another small part of me wants to know why he doesn’t want me to feed from.
"I love you" Witt whispers "People I drink from are just food to me"
"So you're saying that because you love me, I'm not just some normal food? That just because fate has put us together I'm better than everyone else to you?" I was angry at the thought.
Witt winces. "I become an animal when I drink.... I could hurt you and it’s not just you. It’s my friends, people who earn my respect and those who I know live a good life, have a good soul and all that"
“Oh. I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to upset you. Just... part of me wonders how it feels.”