Our Little Secret

“I know you must have been thirsty,” I said awkwardly when he shut the tap off and was drying himself, his head buried in a towel. “Your eyes were so dark before and I didn’t realise it. I didn’t really know what that meant but I guess I do now. I shouldn’t have - with the blood and the window…”

“It’s my own fault,” William admitted guiltily, emerging from behind the now stained towel. He tossed it into the wash basket of dirty towels in the corner, where it fell on top of my old clothes with a quiet sound. “I knew that I was thirsty. If I’m going to be honest with you, that was partially why I was so ready to go with you.” He cringed a little, and looked at me quickly. “That’s not just it -- I meant everything I said before. It’s just that when a vampire gets beyond a certain point of thirst, once they smell blood they basically turn into a… well, like a shark. It’s almost like a frenzy. I know it didn’t seem like it, but I was almost in control of myself. If I had lost my control completely I probably would have ripped you to pieces and drank you dry.”

I tried not to show any fear in my eyes, reminding myself that that could happen to me.

“I shouldn’t have let myself get that far,” he admitted grimly.

“I understand, really,” I tried to reassure him, but I was still shaking from the incident myself. I hid my hands behind my back so he couldn’t see their trembling. They would stop in a minute.

“At least you won’t attack anyone else now,” I smiled weakly. “I would rather have it been me than my friends or neighbours.”

He smiled back, but it was a guarded smile, and his eyes were the same, his gaze dropped to the floor.

“Look, if you’d rather not… I won’t tell the others about this,” I said. I didn’t think I would want to explain it to anyone. “We can just pretend this didn’t happen.”

He nodded, his spiky hair flopping across his eyes. “That would probably be best. Thank you.”

He did another of his gentlemanly bows. I really didn’t deserve it. But as far as apologies go, it could have been worse. In fact, it sounded to me more like I had apologised to him for causing him to attack me. Huh.

“You’d… um… better be going back out, then,” I said, gesturing to the still open window. It had started to drizzle outside in the night, and there was a light spritz of rain coming through the window, cooling my skin.

“Oh, no, I’m sorry, you can’t go out in the rain,” I said, babbling nervously, because now that he was stood on his feet he seemed to make the room much smaller. I unlocked the door and cracked it open, slipping out onto the landing.

“Come on, we can pretend that you came in the door.”

“Wait a moment,” he said, and was suddenly pulling off his bullet-proof best and black shirt. I was so surprised it took me a few seconds to look away from his perfectly muscled torso. He put the vest back on and then buttoned up the shirt over it.


“If anybody was to see me, it might scare them if they saw me wearing a piece of body armour,” he explained calmly. I couldn’t argue with his reasoning. Although that would be a bit uncomfortable for him. Who was going to see him now? Well, I supposed it would save him time later when we left for… wherever we were going. Meena and Willow had better have been brainstorming.

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