When all the girls finely let me alone, I spotted another girl watching me. She was beautiful, more then all the other girls. And she looked like she was alone.
After a few min. she came over and sat beside me at the bar. She took a menu card and looked down the list of drinks.
I decided that I would try to get to know her. I called the bartender to order two drinks. One for her and one for me. I thought that would be the best way to start a conversation.
I order the best drink they have here, the one that almost all people loved. Maybe she did to.
Then I carefully pushed the drink over to her. She looked op at the drink and when she looked up at me, I smiled to her. She smiled back and took her drink.
"I thought you might would have a drink.", I said.
"Thanks.", she said with a different accent. I couldn't hear with accent it was, but I could tell that it was beautiful.
"Where're you from? You doesn't sound like you're from around here."
"Well I'm from Italy. I just moved here yesterday.", she said and her eyes looked straight into my eyes. She wasn't shy or afraid, all would could see that.
"From Italy? Wow! And do you know what else you are?", I asked with a seductive voice.
"No. What am I?", she asked, but something in her eyes change. Like I discovered her biggest secret, that she wouldn't or couldn't tell anyone.
It took some time to answer, cause I was still thinking of what secrets she was hiding.
"You are beautiful!", I finally said.
"Oh um, thanks.", she looked surprised, like no one never had told her, that she was beautiful.
I couldn't believe that, she almost shined, so beautiful was she. And if I looked around, I could se that, I wasn't the only one with that thought.
OMG!!! For a second I thought, that he had discovered me. That I wasn't what I seemed like. Not just an ordinary girl. Not just another fan.
But a vampire, and a hungry one. I had to wait on till we were alone, and then I could feed on him.
Jackson was still watching me, and had done it since I walked over to Zayn. I think that he didn't trust me, not very much.
"Would you like to dance?", Zayn asked me.
"No, I can't dance!", I fast said.
"That's not true. Everyone can dance.", he tried again.
"Not me. Really I can't dance."
"C'mon, just one dance?", he asked.
I couldn't resist him, so I said yes, but knew I would regret it after. He was happy that I said yes. He didn't show it, but I felt it. It was like he shined of happiness.
When we danced, it was hard for me not to bit him. But I did it, and all the time we danced, I felt Jackson's eyes in back. He was still watching me, and I knew he felt how hard it was for me.
After the dance Zayn asked me, if I wanted some fresh air. I said yes to that, cause then I finely could get something to eat.
We slowly walked out, or that's how it felt for me. And when we were outside, I saw that the street was empty. Perfect!!
Then I pushed him against the wall behind us, and didn't thought of his reaction.
"Wow! What are you doing?", he asked me.
"What I been waiting for the whole time. I'm so hungry.", and then I bit him on the neck.