• I was slowly opening my eyes. My mother was right there in front of me. "Hanna sweetie are you okay?", she asked worried. My eyes rolled over to Trace, who was peacefully sleeping. The last time I saw him like that was the night before he told me the I'm leaving thing. He was cuddled up to me so closely his warmth passed on to me. I never knew why he told me we shouldn't be together. And anyways I have a two year old daughter named Bonnie. Let's hope that the babysitter is actually takeing care of her for all I'm paying her. "Hanna are you okay?," my mom asked again. My eyes rolled to her. "Yeah, I think I am", I responded quietly. I ramdomly looked at my glisting dark blue fake long nails, the good type. "What happened", I asked with a sore voice. Mommie was holding my hand. "Trace saved you last night. I have no idea what the hell he did. It was horrifying but yet remarkable. He's over there sleeping," she answered in a kind gentle voice. "What the heck happened to my wrist?", I asked nervously. My mom didn't respond for a few seconds. I repeted again, "Asking again wat the heck happened to my wrist?" Mom touched the bandaged wound. "Like I told you, the thing that Trace did", she said. I saw that gentle look in her eyes. "I have to go. By the way, there is a card on the stand next to you. Trace told me to give this to you", she said walking out the door. I turned my head toward the stand next to me. I reached out my arm and grabbed the heart shaped card with little ruffles on it. Inside it said:

    Dear Hanna Beth,

    I am so sorry for all the things I have done. I could just admit I felt like such a dooshbag saying "I think we shouldn't be together". I was wrong to say that, and I really wanted to say I'm sorry for all this stuff. I swear to God himself I promise I will never say anything hurtful to you like that. And I have to tell you something important.
    I Luv U,
    Trace

    I was crying so hard I didn't even know I was crying. I looked over and saw Trace looking at me sitting on the bed. "I really am sorry", he said in a voice so soft as cotton. "Can I have a hug?", I asked in my kindest voice. He smiled and reached over and hugged my, but gently. He knew my body ached all over. "So what was that thing you wanted to tell me?", I asked again. His smile dropped. "Well, to be honest with you, I'm part vampire. That's why I have this scar. Remember when I was in the hospital? Yeah that was why. And that also was why I said we shouldn't be together. So that I wouldn't wound up killing you. But now since I bit you to stay alive, your also part vegitarian vampire. Us vegitarian vampires hunt only animals, not humans", he answered kindly to my question.