"You don't talk much do you?"
The sound of his fingernails scratching against his scalp was unpleasant.
"Have you been standing there this whole time?" He sat up, wincing from the pain his bruises caused. He sighed, frustrated at my lack of concern for small talk. "I have to admit, I was expecting you to flee as soon as I fell asleep."
"I do not flee."
"She speaks," he teased, slouched over as he picked up the empty glass from the bedside table and filled it up with water from the tap in the bathroom. Unsanitary.
He gulped very loudly. "At least let me know the name of my guardian angel," he set the again-empty glass down.
"I am the furthest thing from a guardian angel."
"Well if you were, I'd be one lucky son-of-a-bitch to have one that looks like you...fangs and all."
"You know what I am and yet you joke with me?" Humans are simplistic yet complex creatures.
He smirked. I knew he was watching me to see if I would react to his coy remarks.
"Fine. I'll tell you my name then you tell me yours. I'm Aiden." He extended a hand, expecting me to shake it, as per human practice, only to be disappointed. "Alright," he sighed. "Quite frankly, I think you're attracted to me, which is why you stayed."
"I was contemplating whether to feed on you especially since you were so vulnerable. You did look quite delicious."
He snorted. I remained nonchalant. His eyes widened slightly. "Did you?" he asked nervously, feeling the side of his neck with his callous fingertips.
I offered a smirk that revealed nothing of my true intentions. He truly did look enticing.
I was no longer amused by Aiden. And so I left.