Olivier's POV:

She lied to me. It was a big, fat, lie. Sydney wasn't a good cook at all! We sat at the two opposite ends of the huge dining table, in awkward silence, the so called three course lunch between us, placed on the Garfield patterned tablecloth. It consisted of vanilla ice cream, cereal, - Nesquik, to be specific - and a single bar of Kit Kat. Even for my standards, the last one didn't count as a meal. For a moment it crossed my mind that maybe Sydney considered me as food too, and the chocolate was just the dessert. You know, like Kit Kat dunked in blood. Surely not first on my must eat list though.

Now I believed that she was a vampire. Even if all the words didn't work, feeling two sharp fangs piercing through my skin, and sinking into my neck was convincing enough. I would lie if I said that it was pleasant. In reality, the two places where my skin broke were still playing in an angry red color and aching like hell. Now I knew, that all those films with the oh so sexy vampire-servant relationships were just the product of humans' endless imagination, and of course the script writer's, who could easily be a forty years old virgin, longing for some romance and wilderness in her nonexistent love life desperately. 

(flashback)

Sydney didn't care about the filthy smell or that I didn't have a bath for the last month, the rain only worsening the situation by turning all the dirt and sand into mud, which, slowly running down my body, mixed with my sweat. I heard the little slurping sounds as she had her breakfast and felt the pain WHERE she had it. My heartbeat fastened, and I suddenly felt the urge to break away from her, maybe because of the survival instict coded into my very human genes. My arm lived it's own life and reached in the girl's direction, to push her away, but I noticed the unconscious movement, and pulled it back, clenching my hand into a fist, keeping it by my side. Than I started to feel bad. Like seriously. All I could feel was dizzyness, taking over my body, and than I couldn't see anymore, like every time I fainted. But, before I fell, the sharp fangs pulled away, and I noticed someone was supporting my body by letting me to lean on him. Her.

".....really sorry. I didn't mean that. I'm sorry." I heard Sydney apologising, as my blurry vision finally cleared after a few seconds of desperate blinking. I quickly let go of her, and keeping to my old habit, I nodded.

"Really, normally I'm not like this, it's just that I was very hungry today. " the girl tried to explain herself. "But now it's so much better." she said, as her lips curved into a little, statisfied smile. Mentioning feelings, I felt very anemic, so I sat back on the couch. My notepad and pen were right where I left them, so I didn't waste my time and lifted the latter immediately.

'Now I can eat all of the muffins, right? Even the ones with topping.' was what I wrote. She was a vampire allright. But that also meant that I wasn't homeless anymore, and all that alluring food was waiting for me to eat it. I didn't intend to leave a single crumb.

(end of flashback)

Considering the way how this female vamp, coming out from some creepy horror movie drained me of my blood, the lunch she gave me was outright horrible. She must have noticed the disappointed look on my face, because she started explaining herself again.

"It's just because the fridge was empty. I didn't think I would bring a human home. I did not lie when I said that I'm an amazing cook!" Sydney said, blabbering about all kinds of things when the only one that mattered was the sad fact that the lunch was no good. How nice for her to be able to do so.

I didn't concentrate on her words though, rather on her rosy lips moving, showing all her perfect, white teeth. I noticed that I couldn't see the fangs when she talked, and I suddenly became curious about if she could just pull them in and out as she pleased, like I did with my plastic lightsaber when I was little. That particular feature always came in handy if I wanted to launch a sudden attack, and it was one of the reasons that I dominated the "Kindergarten Wars".

I sighed, and just shrugged my shoulders, before taking the box of Nesquick, and pouring the tiny, brown, chocolate flavoured balls into my bowl, until it was half empty. Yeah, not half full. That's how I viewed my life. The emptiness took most of it. Being home, my family, the things I wanted to do, but couldn't, the miss of a mother, at least a real one, being ignored, those were all painful memories. And about the good things in my life, usually they turned out to be fake. Like my girlfriend Jessica, and my best friend Dylan. Their existence in itself should have been enough reason for God to create purgatory. Not that I believed in the old guy, or if he existed, I didn't care, since he outright ignored me.

And I noticed, how I was thinking in the exact same way as all those oversensitive teenagers, thinking their life is the worst, but let's face the fact that I was one, and it couldn't been helped. Even if I wanted to get up, look at the wide blue sky and shout 'Fuck you!' to the old man, I couldn't because he took my voice away. I guess he was an expert in prevention.

"Hey, don't do that, I don't have another guys' shirt!" 

Sydney said, completely distracting me from my thoughts of self pity. I noticed that I was wiping my mouth with the sleeve of the shirt. I picked up that bad habit last year, while living on the streets, because let's be honest, my clothes were filthy anyway, and I didn't have the extra money to buy tissues.

"Sorry" I couldn't say it, so I just mouthed the words. Our conversations would have been much easier if she was an expert at lip reading, but I highly doubted that, since it wasn't an easy task to comletely understand the speech just by looking at the movements of the mouth.

By the way, I wore the long sleeves, that Sydney gave me after I had a shower in her unbeliavebly large bathroom, which contained a sauna and jackuzzi too. She, using her own words, stole it from her ex because she liked to sleep in it, and he wouldn't give it to her anymore. Strange.

With the pants I wasn't so lucky, since I basically wore Sydney's ones. Wearing girls' clothes was kind of embarassing even if it was a "unisex harem baggy sweatpant" as she called it, though I had to admit that it didn't look so strange on me and was definitely better than going around in a single towel. It was worse that my size was close to a girl's! Apparently, as I could see when I checked myself in the enormous bathroom mirror, I lost very much weight.

"You can have the KitKat" Sydney talked again, finishing her cereal. Than she didn't want to dunk it in blood after all. That would have been gross. I took it and quickly ate it, destroying the possibility for her to do so later. I'm kidding, I simply loved chocolate, and the feeling how it melted inside my mouth. God, It has always been my favourite food. 

'I love chocolate' was something that I wanted to say, the first thing in a long time. Well, no one bothered asking me questions or giving me food before, so I didn't feel the need to communicate either. But if I wanted to live with this girl, we needed to talk somehow. I needed to find out some new things about her, other than she greatly enjoyed to drink my blood. I could imagine her, sitting on the sofa, slurping the dark red liquid from a glass with a straw.

'You should learn lip reading.' I wrote on my notepad and passed it to her. Reading it, her eyes lit up.

"That would be amazing!" commented Sydney. "I will check it out on WikiHow." she declared and immediately left, not telling me what was I supposed to do. I knew that website, that was where Jessica always looked for date ideas. 

Not having anything to do, I went in my room and lay down on the bed. It was huge and soft, actually too soft. I got used to sleeping on the cold, hard ground, and the feel of the mattress was strange. 

Sydney already showed me around the apartment. Expect the kitchen, living room and bathroom, there were four rooms. Hers was the biggest one, furnished with a huge wardrobe, and a bed, which was practically on top of it. Next to the wardrobe, there was a ladder she could use to climb up. It looked pretty cool.

The next room was mine, not totally furnished, just the bed, a desk, a few shelves and drawers. The walls were white, without decoration and there wasn't a rug either. The other two rooms were totally empty. I could tell that Sydney didn't live there for long. 

I went to the drawers, pulling out the first one, to check out if it had something inside. My jaw dropped to the ground so hard that I was surpised it didn't make a sound. The whole drawer was full with hundred dollar bills. And it wasn't a small one. Than I opened the next one and the next, just to find the same content. It was crazy. No one had this much money in cash. Well, no one expect Sydney. 

"I looked into lip reading. I will practice." the girl stepped in the room, with a huge smile on her face. I looked at her, than the drawers and then raised a brow questioningly. She had to understand that.

The vampire girl's attention now wandered in the same direction. "I took out some money from my bank account. Just to be sure of myself." she said, still smiling, and it honestly looked like that for her it was just some small amount of money. "My family is quite rich." she continued. Well, I figured that out myself. I picked up my pen and wrote in a hurry:

'Do you have whole piles of treasure lying in your basement or what?'

"Of course no." she shook her head smiling, her blonde locks flying around her face. She leaned forward to open the last drawer, the one on the bottom. "We are not that old fashioned. We have piles of this." she said, as I stared at the content in shock. That last drawer was filled with credit cards.

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Hi. :) This chapter concentrated more on describing all the new things in Olivier's life, and in the next few chaps I will try to write about the progress in their relationship,  and give some details about Olivier's past and about the reason he tried to commit suicide. And a new charachter will appear soon too. Which kind of charachter would you like to see? YOUR opinion is extremely important to me, so please comment :). If you write it down I can see which things are good and which aren't and take the story into a good direction.