I leaned back against the wall and crossed my arms. "You really know what to say, don't you?" "Hm?" "Nothing." I turned my gaze out the window, settling for ignoring him, until he began to speak. "Are you not afraid of me?" My eyes glanced at him then back to the sky. "Of course I am," I said. "But by now, all it is, is a reflex. Yes, you're a vampire." I turned to look at him fully. "Yes, I'm terrified that you'll kill me." I stepped forward. "But, like I said, I still don't know who you are. So all that's making me afraid is the fact you can kill." I smiled. "But really, there is not one thing on earth that can't." He stood took a step forward. "So your fear is only of my fangs?" I unhooked my arms from each other and we looked at each other head on. "My fear of you is a general fear. You're annoying, stoic, easy to anger, and…really tall." I blushed at my lame line. "But aside from your race, there is nothing that you've done to bestow true fear of you inside my heart." It seemed his words were lost for a moment, then his lips twitched up only a bit. "I'm annoying?" I rolled my eyes. "So annoying!" He chuckled and continued to stare at me. I glared and crossed my arms once again, wanting him to say something in the sudden silence. When he did nothing I sighed, exasperated, and said "So! Lidium. Why so quick to apologize? Are you really that weak? It seemed to me that you should have tried a little harder to defend my accusation." He looked befuddled. "Why would I? Everything you said was true. I don't see the point of prolonging an argument that I was at fault to begin with." I glared at him, expecting a catch. He walked forward and leaned down to look into my eyes. "Do you not trust me?" I leaned back and my head hit the wall. As reflex, my hand went to the back of my head and rubbed the spot as I continued to look into his eyes. "Besides your first act of…saving me, I suppose, you have shown no other signs of being trustworthy." "Besides not killing you after all the shit you put me through?" I glared daggers at his use of wording. "Not one ounce of trust," I seethed. He smiled, and I was suddenly hyper-aware that I was cornered against the wall. "I suppose I'll have to convince you then," he said softly as he replaced my hand with his and kneaded the new bump on my head with his fingers. "Otherwise, I fear we'll never get along." My eyes went back up to his and the purple seemed to shine. "Why would we?" I said quietly, becoming nervous. He leaned closer and I could almost sense his forehead being close to mine. I began to fall into his eyes, the shades of purple beginning to swirl within each other. "…Not sure." He whispered. There was an obtrusive THUNK from the other side of the wall and suddenly Lidium was standing on the other side of the room, observing the food that had been brought up for us. I stayed against the wall, shaking subtly, extremely confused as to what the hell just happened, and stood as straight as I could, taking calming, shuddering breath.
I shook myself as I watched him begin to mess with the food on the plates. I can worry about what just happened later. Right now, I need to be normal. Yes, normal. What's normal? "Dinner is served," said Lidium, as he turned and licked his thumb, showing his pointed teeth. ….. I'm sitting on the window-sill, watching the sun hide beneath the mountains. folding my hands delicately onto my lap, I began blinking slowly, adjusting to the new-found darkness each moment that passes. I'm wanting to sigh, deeply and annoyingly, but I don't because I'm afraid it might draw unwanted attention. I've been ignoring him since after he served my dinner. It was extremely awkward, for one, because all he did was stare at me while I ate. I asked him why. He just smiled and told me he was jealous. "Can't you eat food?" I had asked. His grin grew to a smirk. "Of course. But it's…let's just say, it's not as filling as other things can be." I choked on my food and he'd only laughed and refilled my water glass. For the second reason, with whatever the hell happened before the food came, I am very nervous to be near him. He had been staring at me so intently, and those eyes… I stiffened my back and rested my head against the window frame. Just forget about it, Rosanne. Just let it go. You're not going to understand what happened because you have yet to understand him. I've never dealt with people like this. I grew up with people, of course, but never the same smiles and never the same names. The two constant people in my life are Mary and my father. If my mother were here, maybe she could have taught me basics of actually getting to know someone. If my mother were here… Oh. My steady gaze faltered for just a moment. The darkening sky turned into the grass below as my brows furrowed and my fingers squeezed each other. If. If only. Huh. I haven't had a thought like that in a very long time. I guess it was just wishful thinking that I had finally gotten over it. But now I can't stop it. The words begin to flood my mind and my eyes begin to glaze. If my mother were here, then everything would be easier. If only my mother were here, then I wouldn't have to try so hard. Maybe father wouldn't be angry and maybe I wouldn't be lonely. "Rosanne." Don't cry, don't cry. But if she were here I wouldn't have to cry. If, and maybe, and all my doubts would be gone and they wouldn't be grated into my mind. "Rosanne, look at me." If my mother were here, Mary wouldn't have had to- "Rosanne, look at me." His fingers grab my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his. I could feel my nails digging into my palm and I slowly relax them as he observes my face. He didnt say anything as his other hand starts wiping at my face with his sleeve. "W-what are you doing?" I swat his hand away. His face stays stoic and he keeps coming at me with his sleeve, practically barricading me against the window. "Stop! What are you doing?" I swat once more and he gives me a look of annoyance. "You're crying," he whispers. I stop swatting and look at him. Then I look away and fiercely rub my eyes with my palm, indeed feeling slight moisture against my skin. I groan and look up at him. "So? So what, I'm crying, people do it sometimes, you know? Do you ever cry? You probably don't. I've heard rumors that you're soulless creatures that can't feel emotions. Although, spending this time with you I should probably realize by now that you can feel, especially as angry as you can get sometimes." I laugh too loudly and dig my palm into my eyes again, feeling uncomfortable. "It doesn't matter that I'm crying. How did you notice, anyway? Are you super sensitive to feelings or something?" This thought actually made me laugh. "That's just…That's ridiculous…" "Stop digging at your eyes like that. You'll gouge your eyes out." He takes my hand from my eyes and rubes his thumb lightly against it. "I will not! I won't. That's impossible, Idiot." He smiles and hugs me. What? He wrapped his arms around me, my arms dangling freely. My eyes are wide and I can't move my body to react. He sets his cheek against mine and keeps it there, for just a moment, before letting go entirely and turning around to walk away. That's…What? What? bump? What do you think?