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"Wow... Is it just the three of you?"

"Not in the world, definitely not. It's just the three of us in our 'coven' or whatever though. They like to tease me a lot."

"About what?"

"Girls."

"What do you mean?"

"They don't understand it - neither do I - but I can't be near girls, I just find it too hard."

"You're near me," she pointed out.

"And the only reason you're not dead is because I fed earlier this evening."

"But what about on the bus?"

"I could only just hold myself together, and that was while knowing Darran and Riley where there to stop me. That's the reason we always travel together. They usually never let me out of their sight but in their state, they wouldn't be able to stop a snail."

"What do you by 'state'?"

"They're high, as in uber high."

"But you told me you don't take drugs."

"We don't, doesn't mean those we feed from don't either. They enjoy the feeling of it but it makes me just want to throw up."

"How old are you?" she asked curiously.

"Thirty-three."

"Woah. I'm fifteen."

"This is the discussion Darran and I were having earlier..." I muttered.

"Why would you be talking about our age difference?"

"He told me what you were talking about while I was sleeping."

"Oh," she said, blushing.

"He seems to think I feel the same way," I murmured.

"And do you?"

"Even if I did, Zoe, it wouldn't matter. I'm far too old for you, and completely the wrong species."

"But..." she started, but could come up with no valid argument. That is, until she said the words I never wanted to hear. "You could always change me."

"I couldn't. Nobody should have to live with this. I hadn't even meant to..."

"Meant to what?"

I swallowed. "I hadn't even meant to turn Darran and Riley."

"If you turned them, why won't you turn me?" she complained, sounding like a whiny teenager.

"I didn't do it on purpose, Zo," I said forcefully.

"You called me 'Zo'," she said.

"Did I?" I asked, knowing all too well I had.

"Yeah, you did."

"Sorry," I said.

"Don't apologise to me. I like it anyway."

"Zoe-"

"Please call me Zo again."

I grimaced but I did as she asked. "Zo, we can't, okay? I'm eighteen years older than you are and I'm a monster. Without meaning to, I could kill you. Or I could turn you."

"But that's what I want," she said.

"No, it's not. You have no idea what it's like."

"Darran and Riley don't seem to have a problem with any of it."

"Then ask one of them," I snapped.

She shrunk back into her seat. "I want you to do it."

"Why do you want this?"

"I want to be with you," she mumbled.

"Why? What's so special about me?"

"I just... I feel like we're meant to be together."

I sighed exasperatedly and dropped my head into my hands. I wanted to tell her I felt the same way but, a) I couldn't get the words to form and b) I was scared she'd want to be turned even more. She moved forward in her seat and reached out to touch my knee. I flinched but didn't push her away.

"You really want to be turned?" I asked.

She looked at me, her eyes sparkling with hope. She nodded.

"I need to show you something before you make your mind up."

"But I've already chosen."

"Follow me."

I stood up and walked out the room. Zoe followed me reluctantly. She was always a few steps behind me, never straying far as she followed me through the town. I smiled to myself.

She really wants to become a vampire, I scoffed mentally. We'll see about that.

The End

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