4 May 2012
I watch Reed's eyes drift back and forth between super bright green and normal mud brown. Vampire, human, vampire, human. He's fighting it. I don't want him to.
"Do it," I say, holding back this fear. I'm already bleeding from a little wound on my hand. It's dripping, dripping, dripping. He's still fighting himself. "Do it!" I scream at him, making it sound like I'm not freaking out inside.
He looks at me with his sea-foam green eyes for a second, and then they fade to brown. "I...can't."
If it were a year ago, I would have said, "Fine,", bandaged my hand, and left him there. I would go back to a normal life and forget, or try to forget, I ever fell in love with a vampire. I would get a new boyfriend, go to college, get a job, and maybe even marry someone. But Reed would still be there in the distance, watching with the same pained expression he has now.
But it's not a year ago. It's now, and now is so much different.
So instead, I say, "Fine," and slide the dagger off the table to my left, plunging it into my chest before he can do anything.
The pain doesn't really get to me. For once in my life, I am concentrating on trusting the person I thought I would never even talk to, trusting a vampire who tried to kill me the first time we met. I grip the holt of the dagger with two hands and pull it back out, it making a disgusting squishing noise. I drop it to my right, it clattering on the floor. But Reed's eyes stay on me. Now they've turned black.
I trust him. I trust him to do something before my body hits the ground, before the life is sucked out.
I begin to fall. My eyes roll back in my head, and I close my lids, feeling the rush of air.
And then there it is. The smell of musk and rain, the feel of his arms around my back, the crunch my veins make when he bites in.
I trust him. He'll save me.
Save Me • Opuss № I