"You were a furry beast not to long ago" the pale blonde accused, a dot of denial lingering on the end of his words
A single quite chuckle escaped from me before all emotion drained from my being
Taking a closer look causes my eyes to go wide, while every inhale burns my senses
I feel his eyes travel across my face and down my body
Analyzing my every movement
and I do nothing.
Eyes
My brain floods with warning signals, which my body struggles to obey
Bine
I think of the stories Señor Bine told us all as children, the stories that become warnings the wiser we grew
The brown eyes that are laced with everlasting hunger and outlined in maroon
The perfectly defined features with pale skin only unhealthy years in dark isolation could cause, if it were natural
The scent that was indescribably sweet and desirable that it physically hurt
The scent
How could I possibly be so stupid and careless?
His eyes were still scanning my unmoving form when I finally began to take control
Feeling my nerves begin to shake, I clutch my fists tightly to keep my brain from flipping the switch on my immune system
"Vampire" it comes out below a whisper and trembling when I ment to strongly shout
Finally meeting his eyes and taking in his confused gaze to my full advantage
"Vampire"