Katie: Mystery solved?

“Pizza anyone?” Dalton said, I had never been so grateful for a distraction. It didn't take us long to decide on our order and make the call. While we waiting I noted that Victoria and Dalton were getting pretty cosy on the sofa. I made a mental note to tease them about that later as I gave in and knocked on Ben's door. For a while I heard nothing on the other side, then footsteps moving closer. Ben opened the door and angled his body so I couldn't actually see in his room. And no, I did not just notice how well-built he was.

“We ordered pizza, it should be here soon” I said

“I overheard, and I don't eat pizza” Ben said, I gave a raised eyebrow.

“So what do you eat?” I asked

“None of your damn business” he said with just a little too much angst

“Calm down, I was just asking”

“You do a lot of “just's”, why are you still here” he whined, rubbing one side of his face with his hand.

“I...” god, why did I have to do this, “I'm sorry about earlier, I never meant to upset you” Ben studied me for a few seconds with wide eyes.

“You don't need to be so shocked” I muttered

“Oh, I do, can I savour this moment and ask you to repeat?” He said, evil grin on his face.

“No. You may not” I growled, arms crossed.

“Aww, your no fun” he said, a little hiccup of laughter escaping his lips.

“Well, even if you can't eat pizza, you can sit down and talk to everyone” I said

“Wow, ninja subject change” He commented, “And I guess there's no reason not to” He finished.

Pizza's arrived shortly after that. Victoria and Dalton were still cosy on the sofa, spooky had walked a little while ago had started talking to Ivory so I guess that left me and, ugh, Ben to sort out the pizzas.

“You know, funny thing Ben. When you said you'd help out, it doesn't usually mean you just stand there and give witty commentary on my failings with a knife” I said, damn I hated being weak.

“But it's too funny not to comment on, cheap entertainment too” He said.

I opened my mouth to call him a jerk and what came out was a squeak of pain. Of course, stupid knife.

“Damn” I murmured as I ran it under the tap, “Do we have any plasters-” I stopped mid-sentence. Ben looked really uncomfortable right now.

“Are you funny about the sight of blood?” I asked.

“You could say that” he murmured, hands cupping his face, I turned back to the cut, it was not stopping anytime soon, must be deeper than I had originally thought. I turned around to ask Ben if he could find those plasters but he was definitely closer than before.

“Ben, are you okay?” I asked, he looked almost in pain. I reached out to help him.

“Don't, you just need to get the hell away from me right now” he said through clenched teeth.

“Jeez, you can't be polite about it” I asked, placing my hurt hand on the counter. Ben picked it up.

“Ben, what are-” He did not just do that I thought. I blinked once then twice. No my finger was still in his mouth and I could feel sharp teeth. I was not liking this at all.

“Ben” I whispered, He seemed to struggle with himself then he let me go. And sat down on the floor. He looked worn out. Like he'd been fighting really hard against something.

“Woah, I didn't realise there was a vampire here” Dalton said, everyone was looking at us.

“So much for secrecy” Ben muttered. On the plus side, my finger wasn't bleeding anymore?

The End

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