Matthew took Sol to a place where she wouldn’t have to hide from humans, a pond where no one ever went to. Sol was always scared to go out in public because she knew people would stare.
“This is perfect.” She smiled.
Matthew laid down on the floor and motioned for her to do next to him. He began to look deep into her eyes, and at that exact moment he felt his fangs begin to itch. He tried to look away, to get rid of those disgusting thoughts, but it just wasn’t working. His hand began to hold tighter on to hers, putting strong pressure on her fragile hands. He hated what he was becoming.
“Ow, my hand! You, you’re hurting me!”
Once he heard those words he snapped out of it. He looked down and saw how tight he was holding on to her left hand. “I- I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to-”
In the distance he could smell blood, but it wasn’t human blood. His eyes began to gleam and Sol was starting to get scared. “What...? What’s going on?”
“Nothing, nothing.” He got up and helped her get up. He held her in his arms and she began to run her fingers on his shoulder.
“I have an idea.” She whispered.
Now, another part of his body was beginning to get excited. Could she mean..?
She broke free from his arms and began to yell, “Let’s play tag! Come and get me!”