I SHOULD wait...but since when am I patient?
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“Come on!” she nabbed his hand and tried to drag him to the livingroom, but he flinched at her touch.
“Geez, did your heater go out or something?” he asked. “Your hands are freezing.”
She paused, then after a moment shrugged. “Must have been from lingering by the door. Now, Ryan, hurry up! There’s something I need to show you.”
She continued through the foyer and settled on the couch in the livingroom, patting the seat beside her for him. “But first, how long are you here for?”
“I’m not sure,” he admitted. “A few days, at least.”
“So, what shall we do with those days then?”
“Well, we’re set for Saturday…” he decided to slip in her getting far from here early on, to protect her. “You can stay at our hotel. We can go out during the day,” to hide her from the night creatures. “Maybe for a walk in the park…go swimming in the lake?”
“No!” she said quickly, forcefully. “I mean…no…I have a really bad sunburn. I don’t want to go out in the bright light.”
She looked pale as moonlight.
“Alright…whatever you want then. I just want to be with you,” he smiled, making her kiss his cheek.
“Good.” She beamed, but then, it faded quickly, her nose wrinkling up. “What is that smell?”
Ryan kicked his rucksack a little further back. It was filled with garlic, and it must be making her think he stunk. “Nothing.” He lied.
“It kinda…burns.” Seemed lots of things were burning her nowadays. “Like it’s spicy.” She sniffed the air, then covered her nose gingerly.
“I dunno. I don’t smell anything.” He said quickly.
“Alright…” she began warily. “But Ryan, before we go any further, there really is something I have to tell you.”
Ryan sighed. Now was the time. The time to find out if Sharon was right, and all this would do was terrify Anna. “Me too.”
He turned around and grabbed his rucksack from behind and started to sift through it. When he finally had what he wanted, he pulled it forth. This would be the easiest way to tell her.
He sat up then, a long wooden stake in his hand, dulled though, to keep from scaring her too much. But when he looked up, there was Anna, smiling.
Smiling…had her teeth always been so white? And her complexion, almost as white as her teeth. But those eyes were still the same, baby blue and…no. These were not his eyes.
They were feral eyes. Which then fixed on the stake.
Her smile vanished in an instant, and in a flash, she had herself pushed into the corner of the couch, teeth barred.
No, not teeth.
Fangs.
“Oh. Crap.”