"It’s not that simple, Spence. You remember the night we first met? Well, when we went into the bathroom and you thought we were going to make out…" I began to reply, dulling my emotions so they don’t overreact when she tries to hurt me. She was prepared for the worst and her scared heart was beating along with mine.

"We did kiss, and quite passionately if you ask me. But when you revealed your neck, I couldn’t help myself so I bit you and drank a bit of blood. That’s when we made the unspeakable connection that hadn’t been made in hundreds of years." I finished, feeling the tension ascend to a level I never imagined possible.

Spencer’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened with shock, finally allowing me to assign meaning to her expression. She was at a loss for words apparently but that didn’t mean she couldn’t pack a punch. The girl began to weep uncontrollably while punching me with extreme force in the arm.

She was strong I had to admit but damn it, her aggressive bullshit was causing my patience to wither away. I forced myself to look away from the girl and I opened my door to actually pump some fuel into my starving vehicle.

When I began pumping, the thrashing and crying in the car ceased almost immediately. My panic had descended but it was a little too soon to assume if the situation had toned down a bit. I heard the passenger window break and the door burst open unexpectedly.

I was in the middle of pulling out the guzzler when some gasoline had spilled itself all over my pants. Spencer had jumped out of the car with cuts on her hand and she was crying out for help. "Somebody please help me! That freak is going to get me killed!" I heard her say when I hastily turned around.

She had begun sprinting across the traffic consumed street and I was in a frenzy. I wanted to reach in my throat and crush the violently beating heart that kept me dead but alive. "YOU BITCH!" I call out, ignoring the gathering crowd behind me. I was going out of my mind because I wasn’t expecting Spencer to do such a stupid thing.