“Do you want to know?” I asked her, leaning against the car and crossing my arms.

“I do,” she nodded.

“Where do you want me to start?”

“Where the cars are from?” she suggested.

“My dad bought them. We used to have a few up at the house and he changed them around once in a while. The Porsches were always his favourite. He used to bring me down here when we came to Indiana on holiday. Does that answer the question?”

“But... how did he afford all this stuff?”

“Both him and my mum were neurosurgeons. I remember once, my dad asked my mum what she thought of him buying a load of cars. She said, ‘I’d rather you bought a car to fall in love with than a first-class whore.’ You have to love my mum. She’s just so mental. They don’t know where I am, they don’t know if I’m alive or not, yet they still put money in my bank account.”


“Yeah. I still have all the keys to everything as well. This place and our old house here being only a few of the places I can still get in.”

“You used to live here?”

“Yep. Terre Haute, best city in Indiana in my opinion. We lived here till I was about six or something, then we moved to England. I quickly lost the accent and my parents soon regained their old British ways. Alistair always sounded American though, for ages. I don’t know if he still does or not.”


“My older brother.”


“And so you know my past. Does it change your opinion of me? Does it make you think I’m a stuck-up little rich boy?”

“Of course not. Even if it did, I wouldn’t care. I just... I feel like I’ve known you for ages, even though I’ve only really just found out who you are. I... I don’t know how to put it, mainly because I don’t really understand it myself, but I feel like I love you,” she admitted.

I didn’t say anything. I was always uncomfortable with people pouring out their hearts to me. I wanted to tell her the truth – that I felt the same way – but I couldn’t.

“I... I’m 18 years older than you. Is that not weird?”

“I don’t care, it doesn’t matter.”

“But it does, that’s the thing.”

“If you don’t care, then why did you kiss me?”

“I don’t know. And I never said I didn’t care.”


“Look, Zo, I don’t know what’s going on. I really don’t. I was never given an introductory lesson to love, or even vampirism now that I think about it. I don’t know how to react to any of these feelings. I’ve never really felt like this. It’s always been Riley who gets a girlfriend and Darran... Sorry, I don’t mean to go on about things.”

“No, it’s okay. And Darran what?”

“Darran’s not had a girlfriend since he was sixteen. You know he said he got a girl pregnant? He was going to propose to her. He really loved her. When she found out she was pregnant, Darran was fine about it, and he even wanted to help. He wanted to be a proper family. And she dumped him, just for getting her pregnant, and then she had an abortion. That broke his heart.”

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t spill my secrets to the world,” Darran said from behind Zoe, smiling. But underneath his smile, I could see his grief and sadness.

The End

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