Twist and Turns

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We're ex's and we were in this huge fight a few months back and you screamed that you never wanted to see me again. So that night I left and never came back...
People have been claiming they've seen me around town, but weird thing is I was found in a car crash the morning after our huge fight.
The twist is, I'm a vampire... I was Changed after the car accident...
What happens when I walk by an old hangout spot of ours and you spot me? Will I run, or will I want to kill you? Or... Will you want to kill me because you are a hunter...

Girl/Guy: Faith

I took in a deep breath as I watched her, a small giggle on my lips.
"You're just seeing things" I pulled my hand away, turning and walking backwards, stumbing on the chair with a slight grunt.

"Am I now?" I ask, sliding up behind her and grabbing her by the waist with a small laugh.

"I suppose you're going to tell me I'm dreaming next?" I giggle.

I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my face from her. I took in a deep breath, coughing slightly.
"I'm not blushing" I coughed quietly, shaking my head as I turned to stare her in the eye.
"You are dreaming" I spoke simply, shaking my head.

I smirk, looking at her, raising an eyebrow, "If I'm dreaming thennn... You must not really be here."

I start patting her sides, "You feel pretty real to me." I chuckle.

I took in a deep breath as I felt her hands on my body.
"Very Funny" I muttered, trying to look behing her.
"You know..I-I'm rather hungry now.." i trailed, stuttering slightly as I watched the floor.

I laugh quietly and pull her into the kitchen. I pick her up and place her on the counter and start making pancakes again.

Just then, it seemed that we were growing closer, and I wasn't sure that's whatI wanted her to do. I took in a deep breath as she sat me on the counter and I crossed my legs, ignoring the toughts that were in the back of my mind. She shouldn't be here, she wasn't human.

I see the look on her face and I put the pancakes in the pan and let them sit for a few moments.

I open my mouth to say something, but I bite back on the 'What's wrong' question because I knew what the answer was.

I looked up as she spoke, a sigh on my lips. I took in a deep breath as I watched the floor a moment.
"You know he going to probably live there forever right?" I didn't know what to talk about, and that was the first thing I thought of. I flinched at my words, I shouldn't have spoken of him.

I sigh, "Yes, that is understood." I say quietly, getting the pancakes ready and I grab a plate, sliding them onto the plate.

I clean up the mess I made and hand Faith the plate of pancakes and the bottle of syrup to her. I grab a fork and place it neatly on the plate in her hand. I sigh quietly, pulling a hand through my hair... I wasn't who I used to be...personality wise, I was generally.

But everything else about me... If I stayed would I put her in danger of being killed by her own hunters group... Would I put her in danger more then she already is every night she goes out... My eyes drift to the floor, ashamed that I had let this happen...

I watched her a moment before looking back to the plate. I giggled queitly, shaking my head as I watched it a moment. I took the plate, and bottle, setting them down on the counter. She seemed to be staring at the floor. I pursed my lips, pulling up on her chin with my finger.

"Oh deary me. Looks like I've filled my tank, once again" I smirked, watching her as I jumped down. I grabbed the plate before walking off into the bedroom to sit.

"Maybe someone has a hankering for pancakes?" I spoke from te room, a smile on my lips as I took a bite.

I laugh, slowly following her, "Possibly." I giggle and sit on the bed, laying myself down. Stupid crack in the ceiling. It seems to mock me, I had made a crack, a hole for myself... I frown slightly, I had to fix that crack, but there was no way I could. Not the one in my life at least.

I could fix the one in the ceiling at least... That was simple... I tilt my head a little, contemplating the situation.

She seemed to lay on her back, watching the ceiling. I giggled quietly as I took a bite of pancake, smothered in maple syrup.
I hummed queitly as I chewed, my eyes closed.
"Just the way I like it" I muttered quietly, shaking my head as I opened my eyes once again. I took in a deep breath as I pulled a hand through my hair, continuing to eat.

I look up at her, simply smiling, "I know, you should eat more often. It's quite the expirience." I joke quietly as she continues to eat the pancakes I had made her.

There was a light smile on my lips as I chewed my food, savoring the flavor tat I probably wouldn't have. was forcing myself to veiw this as a second chance. I could make this work, I could make it where everyting was almost back to normal.Almost.

I took in a deep breath as I looked back to her. I put the fork on the plate before offering her some.

"I burn the food remember?" I smiled lightly as I watched her, head slighty turned, eyes on the bedspread. I placed the plate on the nightstand as I looked back toward her. I quietly started rocking on my hide, back and forth.

"Who watches over sleeping angels? I do...I do..." I spoke, my voice airy, and light, like a tired little girl's. I looked up, a giggle on my lips.

"Look Mr.Bubbles. It's an angel! I can see light comming from her belly. Wait a minute...She's still breathing. It's alright, I know she'll be an angel soon." A small smile formed on my lips, a dark one, that could have meant anything. I giggled again, but my tone had changed, it was dark; something I didn't use alot.

I laugh, my eyes widening a bit in surprise by the dark tone tainting her voice.

I say nothing and raise an eyebrow at her, intrigued to what she might do next. Was this one of her odd ways of apologizing, or giving me a second chance? Giving us a second chance.

I leaned in slightly to poke her stomach.

"Can we dance with the angel Mr.B?" I looked up to her again, a smirk on my lips as I took the front part of the cami, twisting is lightly.

I giggled quietly before pulling the plate off the table and returning to eating. It wasn't anything in general that I wanted to eat anymore food, but I didn't want to feel so weird.

I watch her, a smirk playing onto my lips. She was messin with me.

"You're a strange one, missy." I chuckle, sitting on the edge of the bed, my elbows resting on my knees. I watch her, my eyes gently scanning across her body and then back up to her eyes.

I smirked lightly, pulling a small bit of food into my mouth.
"I must remind you how it is we met. YOu're quite the weird case youself Miss" I pulled myself off the bed, stumbling slightly as I tried to keep my footing. I smiled lightly before pulling myself toward the kitchen once again, letting the thin lace pom-pom jacket fall off my shoulders.

I laugh, "Oh, I remember alright." I say with a quiet chuckle as she stumbles ungracefully towards the kitchen.

"And then I called you strange, and you called me a creep, then I took your sandwich. It was a done deal." I place my hand over my mouth to cover the laugh, my eyes sparkling with amusement.

I took in a short breatha s she spoke, giving a short screech as I pulled closer to the kitchen. I threw my plate in the sink before returning to the doorway.

"It was a Roat Beef Sandwich! That's my favorite." I complained, jumping on the bed, almost jumping on her in the process.

I get jumped on as she flops onto the bed... Well, more on top of me then the bed really.

"I can make you one to repay for my damage." I say laughing as I fall back from her jumping on me.

I giggled quietly as I watched her from above. I missed these moments of randomness when she seemed to always sweep me off my feet. I wouldn't give it to her this time;not by a long shot.

I took in a short breath before rolling off her, and off the bed, a small sigh on my lips. I couldn't do what I used to around her anymore, she was a vampire, not my girlfriend.

I watch her slide off the bed, a curiousity filling my eyes.
I sigh quietly and sit up again, my eyes drifting around the room and to the curtain's. The only thing keeping me from becoming Kentucky Fried Mercy on a platter. I sigh, I was different. I could sense that's where her thoughts were roaming to. We both knew it, yet niether of us wanted to believe it. I wanted it to go back to what it used to be, the happy moments, the simple ones. No vampires. No demons. Nothing.

Just us.

I took in a deep breath as I looked around the apartment. I could tell I already wanted a drink. I took in a short breath wanting it badly to be night so she wouldn't have to stay here.

I closed my eyes, shaking my head a moment. That's all she was here for anyway. She needed a haven from the sun, then, she would bolt. I took in a deep breath, closing my eyes, forcing back my tears.

I wasn't going to show this pain infront of her. I sighed lightly before turning.
"I need to clean the kitchen" I spoke simply, a giggled quietly.