Fangs and Kisses

So it's been crazy...Peter and I have been just flitting around town most nights...he has a job packing groceries in the day...and we just have fun all the time. Most of the time we just walk the streets and talk. I think both of us feel good just having someone...like each other...to be with. I asked him if he's ever talked to other vampires and he said he never speaks with them, even when he sees them.
"So why did you talk to me?" I demanded.
He paused. "I don't know," he said. "Usually I'd just walk away. But...this time..." he stopped again. "I honestly don't know."
And by then, both of us were blushing! Can you believe it? And we just sat there on the rooftop of the National Bank in silence until I sneaked a peek at him. And caught him peeking back at me! And then...and then...we kissed.
And he was a good kisser. And you know what? Fangs don't get in the way of kissing, in fact, they make it, ahem, better.
*clears throat*
Anyway, I haven't let him meet Solz and Julie. I don't know why. I feel like this need to keep the two halves of my life separate.

Guess Who Just Blew Into Town?

It's been a long time since my last entry.
But hey! I have a good reason for that!
Yours truly has met another vampire!
I was out feeding one night, on this woman, in the park. I left her sitting on a bench, a little dazed, still out of it at the moment, and turned around when I saw him. Watching me.
My first thought was "CRAP!" My cover's blown!
And then...I saw that he was just like me.
And honestly, if I didn't have that vampire homing instinct thing, I wouldn't have guessed he was a vampire. I mean, he has the characteristics of what people would usually assume of vampires - skinny, pale, dark hair, like a Hedi Slimane model or something, but other than that, you wouldn't have thought he was a vamp. I wouldn't have. He looked about my age, and he was just standing by a tree, looking on.
"Who are you?" I demanded, after a moment.
He smiled faintly. "I'm me." He glanced for a moment at the woman, and then nodded to me. "Let's go talk somewhere else before she revives."
Hmph. Revive? Is that how he refers to it? Anyway, I follow him away from the park and we went to a diner and sat down and...just talked. (Haha. Two vampires having a chat over Cokes in a diner. How weird is that? We should have alcohol flasks full of blood to spike the Coke with but we didn't and I don't think Coke goes well with blood anyway.)
Anyway, we yakked. And his name is Peter and he's been a vamp for almost two years. Apparently, he's like me - he was made by some other vampire who had just as bad manners as Julian did. What is it with these vamps anyway? They just bite you and leave you - like an asshole kind of guy. Note to vamps reading this: at least try to stick around for a few minutes to explain or something. Or at least leave some kind of manual titled Congrats, I Bit You, You're A Vamp Now or something. Anything.
Anyway, Peter's used to this life now and he left his home (he doesn't say where he's from) about a year and a half ago and he's been wandering ever since, trying to figure out what next. And he's come here now. And met me.
He's a pretty nice guy. Pretty normal, considering what he is now. Gives me lots of tips on being a vampire. Apparently we don't age. At least, he hasn't noted any signs of himself aging. But he's only a two year vamp and I'm barely three months. Give us some time.
I just glanced back at my last entry. It was pretty dark then, wasn't it? But after meeting Peter, I feel a lot better. It's good to be with someone who's been going through the same thing you've been. And he's really nice. And funny. And sweet.
We really should start a Vampire Anonymous.

Tonight I just put on my coat and went out and walked and walked and walked and I didn't know where I was going. I just knew I had to get out.
Get out from where?
From here?
I'm not too sure myself.
Where does a vampire girl go when she's got nothing to lose?
God I don't know what's happening to me maybe I'm going crazy.
I'm not too sure of myself anymore.
Maybe it's time for me to get out of town.
Maybe there'd be something more out there for me.
I don't know I never thought about it all.