Tyson groaned. "Fine. You can help me take down these ugly beasts but that doesn't make us friends and doesn't mean I owe you anything because I don't."
"You have nothing to worry about. I fully understand." Jeremy nodded with a satisfied sigh.
"Why are you so bent on helping me, though? You're a Vampire and I'm a Werewolf, we shouldn't even get along."
"I don't know. I just feel inclined to help you." Tyson stared silently at him, trying to see any flicker of movement to indicate that he could not be trusted. Satisfied to see no change in his expression, he nodded.
"Okay then but know this, if I find out that all this is part of some crazy plan of yours to get rid of me, I'll kill you faster than you can blink."
Jeremy rolled his eyes. "Oh please. Don't you have a party to prepare for? Enough with the threats already, it's getting old."
"I mean it, Jeremy."
"I got that the first time," He groaned.
