Hi. ^^ Here again, updating before time. I just couldn't wait until next week. My bad, my bad. I hope you will enjoy it. :) Please leave comments. And about the picture, it's not completely how I imagine Olivier, but Xavier Samuel looks good, and he has pictures with long hair, too. :) Good enough for now. -(^.^)-

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Sydney's POV:

If the situation wasn't awkward, well, then I don't know what is. Me, moving around the room, serving the plates, and the pair of gorgeous, green eyes following my every step, managing to glare at me constantly, like it was a staring contest. When you save someone's life they aren't supposed to be angry, right? It was worse than explaining my parents, how did a Super Mario Bros. patterned boxer found its way in our refrigerator. Screw Beau for it. It wasn't funny at all. By the way, he was my childish exboyfriend, who resented me for braking up with him for nearly half a century, and pulled "jokes" like that all the time to take revenge.

Eventually, I finished with preparation for breakfast, and stood there like an idiot, thinking about if I should ask for permission to sit down on my own couch. Vampires weren't scarier than humans, well, of course we could act scary, but a human could too, which they did quite often, just look at all those horror movies. They completely freaked me out. Obviously except the vampire ones, those were overwhelmingly funny. About being scary, we simply had more time to practice. Apparently, I wasted all that time, because that human boy in my apartment had a hundred times deadlier glare than me, and his dirty exteriors didn't really help.

"You're aware, that you're looking at me, like you are planning a murder, right?" I asked, slightly uncomfortable. "Well, another one, except for your own." I added, referring to the bridge incident.

Hearing that, he sat back, leaning against the black leather of the couch. He averted his eyes from me, and throwing his head back, concentrated them on a random point of the ceiling. Now, him having something against me was strange too, but what fault did the poor ceiling possibly have? But then, the boy suddenly let out a deep sigh, and his face became a little more relaxed, as if he came to terms with himself.

His stomach loudly crumbled, him immediately glancing in the direction of the freshly baked chocolate muffins on the coffee table. I also had my eyes on some food, that being his neck where I could have easy access to all that oh so sweet blood. Only if the dirt wouldn't be there... I couldn't help it. Eating is a must after all.

"I'm Sydney." I announced, completely breaking the mood.  He still didn't answer, though I noticed a slight nod of his head. "A vampire." I added, thinking that should make him produce some kind of reaction.

The boy's eyes widened in surprise. Yes! Reaction! Finally! I thought happily, the little devil inside my head doing the victory dance. Shake, shake, JUMP! Shake, shake, JUMP! Okay, that dance was totally copied from the Donald Duck game. Another bad habit, thought I was forced to stop playing, when I bought a new computer, because the new Windows didn't tolerate the program. Same for Tarzan and Hercules. That's for improving computers!

A nod. Shit. What did go on in his head? Did he believe it? Or he didn't? Why the hell wouldn't he talk?

"Are you mute?" I asked in an irritated tone, not caring about being rude anymore.

Another nod. What? Seriously?

"Oh. I'm sorry." I said, slightly shaking my head in disbelief. That explained lots of things. "I will bring you a notepad and a pen." So I did. He immediately started writing, his frowzy, long hair falling in his eyes as he leaned forward.  

There was a minute of silence, the only sound that of a pen scribbling on the paper. My attention slowly wandered back at his tasty looking artery and my stomach gave out a noise strongly resembling a thunder. Or that of a lion's roar. Maybe somewhere between the two. He looked up from the writing, his attention focused on my abdomen, and I could tell that he's thinking about our common problem. The boy quickly finished the note, than handed it to me.

'I'm Olivier.' it wrote. 'Homeless, eighteen. Had a laryngeal cancer, and was operated on, so I can't talk. Sorry for that.' OMG! Poor guy! was what I thought at first, then I started thinking about how much alcohol and how many smokes did he need to cause an illness like that at his young age. I dropped that topic. I could always think about it later, and pity wouldn't do any good anyways. 'Also, I apologize for the stench, I didn't have a bath for a while, thought it's your fault in the first place, for stopping me from jumping.' Wow, he was straightforward. And rude. Yeah, mainly rude. But about the stench he didn't have to be sorry. Like, really, the sweet fragrance of his blood compensated for every discomfort I had. 'Can I have a muffin before I go? If it's not too much to ask for.'  Certainly,if I can bite his neck in return.

There was something he didn't mention. "Do you believe that I'm a vampire?" I asked, curious about the answer.

'Dunno. Doesn't matter. You could be a two headed dwarf for all I care.' he wrote, looking absolutely disinterested. Well, that was unexpected.

"You should." I stated matter of factly. I stepped a few steps closer, than leaned forward, propping my elbows on the glass tabletop of the wooden coffee table, so that our heads would be at the same height. I wanted my next sentence to sound badass. Teenage girls tend to go for the drama, vampire or not. 

"Okay, I will be frank about what I want" I said, looking at a still completely calm Oliver. He just stared at me with his big, beautiful green eyes, from time to time glancing in the muffins' direction waiting for me to talk. It made me kind of nervous, and almost ruined my epic moment. Almost. "I am a vampire. You are a human. I have muffins. You have blood. I'm suggesting a trade." 

His reaction sure was fun to watch. The boy's expression turned into one of utter confusion, finally braking that tired and disinterested mask he wore on his face, like nothing mattered anymore. So he didn't believe vampires were real after all.

"You remember? At the bridge. How could I be so much stronger than you?" I asked, trying to convince him. He furrowed his dark eyebrows, thinking hard, and leaned above the notepad once again. I saw him writing, and I hoped Olivier would believe it. He would for sure, right? He witnessed my superhuman strength firsthand after all.

"Also when...."I started, but he lifted his notepad, and it silenced me immediately. It could tell me, that he believed me. Or to get away from him. Or that he will leave, because he can't stay in the same room with such a monster as me. Or even that he developed a crush on me since yesterday evening.

Is this candid camera?!' was all he wrote, and now he looked at me with utter seriousness, believing in every single word on that piece of paper. For a few seconds I just stood there, my mind completely blank, staring at him. Than I burst out laughing, because I can assure you, that it was funny as hell. 

At that point it would have been useless to show evidence. That's what candy camera does. Probably. I never watched the show. It was simpler to "bribe him".

"No. It's not. It's a hungry vampire." I laughed. "Beside those," I pointed my finger to the muffins "I have a very big home. One with spare rooms. Also, I have more money than what I can spend. You know, some few thousand years old family treasures. And if it's not enough, I'm a very good cook. " I pointed out. "But, since I'm dying from hunger by now, because your suicide caused me to skip my meal yesterday, not enough that you won't be able to live in this amazing place, but you will also be responsible for killing such an utterly lovely creature as me" I finished, satisfied with my speech.

Olivier now went from confused to shocked, not believing his own ears. I actually offered for him to live with me. I could see it on his face, as he tried to calm himself, and I gave him time to arrange his features, hiding the shock and the...hope? I was quite sure that for a brief second I saw a hopeful look on the boy's face.

"I'm not kidding, and even if I would, what bad could happen?" I stepped closer as he stood up, one eye on me, searching for any sign of if I told the truth, other on the entrance door, so he would be able to run if I turned out to be a crazy psycho. Is a vampire better than a psycho? I wasn't sure about that. 

I went even closer, than I stopped one step away from him. "I'm really a vampire." I said, trying to look convincing, looking him straight in the eye, only to notice again how beautiful that green color was. "You choose. Do you agree to the trade and live here, or do you pick ONE muffin, one without a topping - since I love toppings - and you are free to go and jump off a random bridge, wasting all that tasty blood? One or two? Show it on your hand."

I was hella nervous as he slowly raised his right arm. Olivier looked like he was very unsure of himself, but I couldn't blame him for that. I also wouldn't have believed myself in his situation. One or two? That was the only question now. Really, it was completely like when in Who wants to be a millionaire?, you wait for them to announce the right answer. It's nerve wrecking.

My lips curved into a bright smile as I saw the number. He held up two of his fingers, showing me a victory sign. That was all I needed. I didn't think and didn't explain like I would normally do. I really really had to eat something without any delay, so I just sinked my fangs in his neck, letting his sweet, even sweater than I thought, blood fill my mouth, taking me to paradise.

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So? What do you think? :) Also, if you notice any grammar mistake, please tell me. I'm still working on my English. ^^ Thanks for reading this chapter. I hope you liked it. Next one at Saturday. Yay!