I was standing there in front of my mirror, trying to get a look at the mark on the back of my shoulder. The mark that EZ said was left on me. No, not mark. Bite, it was a bite. It was a normal bite left by a normal human in the heat of the passion from our drunken one night stand.
Now I was trying really, really hard to remember more about last night. I hoped like hell he was a human and not a different type of being like me. And I was starting to really, really, really hope that I never had to see him again.
Still, even if I never did see him again I wanted to know who, and what, he really was. This was starting to feel really scary to me, and I don't usually get scared. AT ALL.
Who was he? What was going on here? And why did he want to come back so much?
I needed to answer these questions really fast or I was going to be in a lot of trouble.
"Jacy, is it really that bad that he bit you?"
"Yes, EZ, it is."
