A Little Bit of Devil in His Angel Eyes

Some things are more precious because they don’t last.

“Probably not although it doesn’t seem to stop people from trying to turn up dead. And for some reason ghost stories don’t normally sound like fun to me,” Beth said the irony not lost on her. She was after all living proof of the worst parts of those stories.

“Trying to turn up dead? Well that’s one way of putting it,” he said with a chuckle. “Are you not a fan of ghost stories then? I find them rather interesting, plus I’m sure I could tell some good ones. I have a nice imagine,” he stated with a smile.

“Which is something we probably won’t have to find out,” he stated with a nod of his head as the other smiled. They were joking, the vampire knew that, though he was sure that they both knew if some sort of altercation were to occur, neither would go easy on the other, even if they were friends. Adrian took the phone and began typing in his number saving himself as Vampire Pup with a laugh. He pressed the call button, fishing out his own phone to save Jacob’s number before handing the wolf back his phone. “There all done.” He listened to Jacob, shaking his head lightly with a laugh “I do not mind staying til the sun is up, just saying,” he said, mimicking the wolf with his last statement. 

“Oh man, keep me far away from that shit.” He laughed. “I’ll scream like a little girl and ruin any sort of street cred I’ve earned.”

Adrian let out a loud laugh “Oh man, alright, alright, we wouldn’t want you to lose all of that. I will keep my ghost stories away from you, and no worries, I won’t sneak into your cabin to scare you.” 

“Do they?” Adrian asked,  slight hum coming from his lips after. “It’s because you guys are part dog huh?” The vampire teased before chuckling, patting the other man’s chest. “Good to know, I’ll remember this. And as long as you don’t have fleas, we’re good,” he stated with a wink.

“I’m not a fan of dying actually. I usually try to avoid it.”

Adrian chuckled “Yes, most try to avoid death. And if you’re completely sure of not going, then I’m sure no one could force you. Though campfires and ghost stories are real fun. Just putting that out there.” 

          If you look at it long enough, it starts to look like its going to bite. It looks like a tasty blob. Food poisoning? I know I just met you, but I wouldn’t wish that upon you – Whoa, big twist. I think I’m much happier knowing you’re sick than dead. Well then, Adrian. In that case, I’ll try to make this last conversation as memorable as possible.

Well wouldn’t that be a nice story to tell? That instead of biting your pasta, it bit you instead. Haha, yes, there is a huge different between sickness and death.  I am holding you to that Diana, though I’m sure you’ll do a fine job. 

“I don’t think you have to, but that sounds like more fun to me.”

“As great as having a cabin to myself sounds, I would probably want everyone over there anyways, so no point in that. Plus, after telling ghost stories near the campfire, I could just scare the cabin mates.”

Beth snorted. “My idea of fun does not involve open water. Thanks for asking, kid but no.”

“Not a fan of water?” He asked, trying to hide his laughter as the term ‘kid’

          Really? How do you not know what you’re eating? What if its something dangerous or worse – expired. I’ll have to agree with you on the notion that its pasta. I’m Diana, by the way. 

Hm? Oh, probably because it’s a mixture of pastas...It kind of just looks like a blob. Well if that’s the case, the worst that could happen is food poisoning right? Or I die and you’ll be able to say my last conversation was with you. It’s a pleasure to meet you Diana, I’m Adrian