I couldn't help it, I just had to. I just wanted to feel her lips on mine. She reached up and put her arms around my neck. I felt like she wasn't close enough, even though she was already pressed against me. I slipped my arms around her waist and tightened my grip.
I heard footsteps, though it sounded far off. I didn't care, not particularly. The only thing at the forefront of my mind was Zoe.
"Um, Ace?" said a voice.
I pulled away to see Darran, standing there with a mixed look of confusion and relief on his face. I looked down at Zoe, realising what it was I'd done. I dropped my arms and took a few steps back. I ignored Zoe's hurt expression and flew off, in the form of a raven. I watched them from the top of a building.
Zoe looked around in shock and started to cry. I wanted to go to her and comfort her, but Darran took that job upon himself. He hugged her, letting her cry. She must have been so tired because she fell asleep in his arms. He picked her up, cradling her like a baby, and carried her back to the hotel.
I followed them, flying from roof to roof. Darran must have heard my wings flapping, but then again, his senses were dulled by the after-affects of his high. But he'd managed to find us, hadn't he?
You've really done it now, he projected to me.
I know, was all I replied.
I thought about the consequences of my actions. The one unavoidable outcome suddenly dawned upon me: Zoe was going to turn. I'd kissed her, transferring my venom. It would be in her bloodstream within minutes, after that, there was no stopping the transformation. It was already nearly a few minutes. It was too late.
I flew to the ground and morphed back, silently following Darran. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and walked moodily. I'd done it again, I'd changed another person.
I entered the hotel and walked quietly, dragging my feet slightly. Darran turned to me, silently carrying my Zo.
'My Zo', I thought to myself, laughing at my stupidity.
"What room's she in?" he asked me. I just shrugged. "You're so useful."
So, because he didn't know her room number, Darran took her to our room. I shoved Riley off the bed. He grumbled a bit, still passed out, but didn't get off the floor. Darran carefully put Zoe down on the bed, careful not to jog her.
He looked at me and nodded to himself, getting all the information he needed without asking. I became sort of an open book when I got uber-depressed. All he had to do was reach into my mind and pluck out the information he needed.
I dropped into an armchair and went into what Darran and Riley liked to call 'Ace Mode', which was just me being stroppy really. I looked at Zo while she slept. She would have looked peaceful, if it were not for the tear stains on her cheeks.
Any minute now, I thought. And, entirely on cue, all noise in the room stopped. 'Noise' being Zo's beating heart. It flipped, giving off a final, irregular beat, before stopping all together. There were no outward signs of vampirism, and there wouldn't be, not until she opened her eyes anyway.