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what I’m assuming to be surprise, since I’m not screaming bloody murder, before standing up abruptly from the chair. He says nothing as he drags my chair beside my desk, until it’s only a foot away from where I am. He places it before me with a thump, and I jump, making his lip twitch up a little. He sits down on it in a way that I think it’s supposed to be sullen. But instead, it just looks as graceful as every other move he’s made so far.
    Still, no one has spoken. He continues to patiently stare at me, as I anxiously do the same. It’s disturbingly exposing to be looked at like that, and I begin to squirm a little under his gaze. Eventually, I can’t do it anymore and drop my gaze to my lap. I realize as soon as I do it, that it was a test. He was most likely waiting for me to break first and I did.
    God, I’m really bad at this confrontation thing.
    “Well, little mouse,” He says with a slight accent in his voice, “You baited the cat, what now?”
    His voice gives me the bad kind of chills. It’s fairly deep and with a slight accent that I can’t place. He sounds like some James Bond villain. As he talks, I see his fangs, twin white daggers flash in the lamp’s limited light. I’m surprised by my lack of fear, instead, I feel an overwhelming curiosity. I wonder absently if his fangs would hurt as badly as they look they would. Remembering the woman in the alley’s expression, I assume that there’s a good possibility that they do.
    Realizing he’s waiting for a response, I clear my throat, “I didn’t…“
    He swiftly cuts me off as he lazily meets my gaze, “Come now. Let us not play coy here. You saw me kill the woman and yet you didn’t run. You practically offered yourself to me. So don’t tell me you didn’t know what you were doing.”
    “So it’s true.” I state quietly, “You’re a vampire.”
    He regards me impassively, “Yes.”
    My mind is reeling. I knew it the minute I saw him bloodstained in that alley, but it just seemed too impossible to believe. A vampire. A real live vampire, in my apartment, having a conversation with me, like it’s an everyday occurrence. I can’t really wrap my mind around it. I don’t get much of a chance to either, since he speaks up and takes me out of my thoughts.
    “Does it bother you?”
    “Does it matter if it bothers me?”
    He smirks, “Not really, no.”
    “Then why ask?” I ask him quietly.
    He shrugs, “Trying to be polite, I suppose. Despite what you may think of me, darling, I’m not some brute. I do have civility left, no matter how much I enjoy ripping out pretty young women’s throats and devouring their blood.”
    I cover my horrified shiver by pretending to be offended, “I wasn’t thinking that.”
    He lifts a hand and I flinch. He notices and raises one black eyebrow but says nothing as he runs the hand through his dark hair. He lets out a sigh and stretches out his long legs, covered in dark denim, before him. He sits back in the chair comfortably and puts his hands behind his head.
    I watch him cautiously as he does all of this, watching for any sudden movements, just in case. He eventually meets my gaze with a patient one of his own. I realize then that he’s waiting for me to continue explaining myself.
    I clear my throat again as I try to think of some explanation that doesn’t sound insane, but I can’t find one. I can’t think of an eloquent way to explain why I stalked him. Why I just watched him kill someone, and then offered my life to him without hesitation. I’d rather just avoid this whole situation, but I can’t. He’s here and I don’t think he’ll leave until I come up with something.
    “I… I went looking for you.” I begin quietly.
    He gives me a mocking look. “Yes, I figured that much out on my own. What I want to know, is why? You don’t seem like a thrill seeker and it’s clear you know what I am. So tell me what you want, so I can figure out what to do with you.”
    I feel like