I sat down on the bed next to Claude.

'Why did it only happen at that time, when I tried to strangle you?'

'You mean when you transformed?' He corrected. 'It was your first time, wasn't it?'

I shrugged my shoulders.

'It was you demonic instincts awakening.' He sighed.

I shuffled around nervously. 'When did it happen to you?'

'Me?' He asked. I nodded.

'When I was 3,' he replied silently. 'I don't want to talk about it.'

'I'm not asking you to.' I said.

There was a long silent pause. Neither one of us was speaking.

'Do you hate yourself now?' Claude finally asked, breaking the awkward silence.

'I don't know yet.'

'Do you hate me?'

I looked up at him. His face seemed serious, yet concerned and scared.

'What do you mean?' I questioned him.

'Do you think I'm a monster,'

'No,' I finally sighed ,'you're the same old annoying douche bag that I know.'

I reached over and held his face. His eyes were glistening. Was he crying?

'What's wrong?' I asked him.

He pushed my arm away. 'Nothing. So where were we?'

'You were telling me about my 'instincts awakening'.

'Oh yeah. Well, since your a newbie, you have to learn to control yourself.' He said.

'Why?'

He placed his hand on his head, massaging his temple 'Because,' he moaned 'you don't want the humans to find you, do you?'

I shook my head.

'What about Ayesha and Connie, can't I tell them?' 

'No,'

I fiddled with my fingers, 'what about.. Allen?' I mumbled quietly.

'NO.' He barked back. 'DEFINITELY NOT HIM! What do you even see in that loser.'

'What is your problem?' I spat back. I thought for a second.

'Wait...' I finally said. 'Your not jealous, are you?'

He narrowed his eyes and scoffed, 'Of course I'm not jealous! Why would I be? I dont even care about you!'

'Then why did you save me that night, if you 'didn't care'?' I asked smugly.

'Wouldn't anyone?' He replied casually.

'Not you.' I murmered, making sure he didn't hear me.

The time had passed so quickly. It was nearly evening time.

'So you're saying that we don't need to eat souls?' I continued.

'No,' Claude groaned. He looked like he was exhausted and annoyed.

'What is our sole purpose?' I asked yet another question. I was beginning to enjoy this. It was fun to piss off Claude.

'What do you think I am, a fucking teacher?!' He yelled at me.'How the hell am I supposed to know?'

I pouted. 'Fine, l'm leaving.'

I got up from the bed.

Claude grabbed me by the wrist, holding me back. I tried to break free but his grip was firm.

'Let me go, Helston,' I spat at him.

He pulled me closer.

'Let go,' I repeated. I pulled harder. His grip began to hurt my wrist.

'Ow,' I cried, 'stop it, Helston, that hurts!'

He suddenly let go.

I craddled my wrist with my other hand.

'This,' Claude continued, 'this hasn't even scratched surface of what we are capable of.'

He smirked. 'Did I hurt you?'

I glared at him.

'I don't care if Mrs Helston says you have responsibility over me,' I said to him 'Just stay away from me,'

'With pleasure,' he grinned.

I left his apartment and entered my own.

Everything was as I had left it.

I put my phone on charge. It beeped. New message?

I hoped it was from Allen. I opened my inbox.

It was from Claude. What did he want?!

I read it. 

I'm sorry.
          -Claude

I rolled my eyes. 'Wow this is long and meaningful,' I said with sarcasm.

I decided to take a bath. I entered the bathroom and filled the bathtub with warm water, remembering the bubble bath set I had gotten for my birthday.

I added a dab of the bath soap which made the warm water smell sweet.

I began to strip of my clothes and slowly sat in the relaxing water.

(A/N Yep, I can hear the sound of my story slowly flopping *sometime somewhere my friend Talhah is laughing at this and mocking me*. I don't even know if I should update anymore, guys please comment on what you think of my story so far! I need help!!!!)