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7:59 p.m.

She was still mad at me. I should've seen this coming. My phone rang. It was Savannah again. Sofie just looked out the window, looking lonely and sad.

"Hello?" I whispered, slowly walking outside the room.

"Why the hell are you whispering? Where are you? And when are you coming home? I'm waiting  for you!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But... I'm just busy. It's a teachers' convention thingy."

"Quit your job," she said.

"Are you fucking serious?"


"I gotta go," I groaned.



I hung up. I walked back inside. Sofie was lying down on her bed, watching T.V.

"Can we go hunting?" she asked, dryly, "I'm thirsty."

"We gotta wait till midnight."


"Because, everyone's out right now."

"Then can we go out?"

"How do you feel?"

"I'm ok," she whispered.

Her eyes were pleading. God. She made it hard to say no.

"Ok," he said, "just bring a bottle or two."

"Lemme change," she said.

"You brought clothes for this?"

"Well, where are we going?"

"How old are you again?"

"17... almost 18."

"Ok," he said, "we'll go get some dinner. And then we'll drink."

"You're one badass, man," she giggled.

She went to bathroom, taking a pile of clothes with her. A few minutes later, she walked, her hair long, straight and sexy. Her black dress was short, a couple inches above her knees. And she had nice boobs. Really nice boobs. Her beautiful eyes were rimmed in eyeliner and mascara. She smelt sweet.

"Let's go," she said.

She linked her arm through mine, and we walked out of the hotel room.


8:34 p.m.

She was fixing my hair when the taxi came.

"I'm excited," she admitted.

"Haven't  you ever been on a date?"

"Oh, I've been on plenty. But... not with a vampire."

She laughed. Her eyes rolled back when she did, and her head and hair fell back.

"Sorry," she said, sliding into the taxi, "I laugh a lot."

"I noticed," I said.

She fixed my tie and unbuttoned the top button of my shirt. My sleeves were already rolled up, but she played with them anyway. The taxi driver dropped us off at Le Bec-Fin.

"Shit," I mumbled, "this place is..."

"Hot," she completed.

We sat at a table and ordered our drinks.

"You didn't have to go crazy," she said.

I heard her shoes fall to the ground. Her bare foot rubbed against my shin.

"Sorry," she whispered, "I just like doing this."

"It's cool," I managed to say.

I was about to have an erection when the waiter came by. She immediately stopped, placing her soft feet back into her shoes. He placed two glasses of champagne on the table and winked at her.

"So," I asked, "do you actually like French food?"

"I guess," she said, "but I'm not a fancy type of person."

"Oh thank god," I said.

I gupled down my drink.

"What?" she asked.

"We're going somewhere else."

"Thank you," she said, swallowing her champagne.

We left the money on the table and ran out. We ended up going to a Mexican grill/bar, which we both preferred. She gulped down ten shots, after eating and we talked for hours. Finally, we let loose. No one was watching us. No one cared that I was her teacher... no one knew.


11:46 p.m.

We gulped down our last martini.

"Aah," she hiccuped, "this was fun."

I nodded in agreement.

"Hunting time?" she asked.

I nodded again. I held her hand, pulling her out of the bar. We roamed the streets for hours, until we were stable enough to run through the streets. Our victim was a prostitute. We decided to choose people that really had nothing to live for. It was harsh, but true. Her blood tasted bad, full of drugs and alcohol, but it would have to do. We did away with her body.

"That wasn't so bad," she whispered.

But I knew she was kinda scared. She just killed someone. We grabbed a taxi and it drove back to Hampton.

The End

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