Free Bitter Sweet by Lennell Davis Page B

powerful part, that wanted to just hear him speak.
     
                  “Alik, tell me straight. What is going on; little girls playing with big knives, people turning into dust and disappearing, and whatever the hell else you did to me,” I said walking over and leaning against the car, desire winning out over the fear. 
     
                  “That was June, my sister. You might have seen her at Masteria; she is the DJ.”
     
                  “Where is she?” I suddenly became even more hostile. I’d like to blame the shock for that.
     
                  “She thought it would be better if she wasn’t here so you wouldn’t feel outnumbered and scared.”
     
                  "How do you think that’s working out," I said a little too hostilely and he looked hurt. "I'm sorry, go on."
     
                  "Well my sister and I aren’t human."
     
                  “Wait! I know what you’re going to tell me next,” he nodded and let me go on. “So we got people bursting into flames when exposed to a light... You are insanely fast, as you crossed that beach and climbed that hill without me noticing. I’ve only ever seen you out at night; I’m going to take a wild guess, blood is involved, as you've implied I’ve had some of yours…” I caught a glimpse of my palm and gave another shiver at the reflection of red. I then grabbed his face, pulling his lips apart and his white teeth sparkled in the moonlight. I placed a finger against one of his canines, forgetting that my hands were very dirty, and it pricked me. “ Ow..." I had to fight the urge to suck my finger. "You have fangs. Please don’t tell me you’re a fucking vampire.”
     
                  “What else do you want me to say?” he said with a little smile, and for some reason that set me off.
     
                  “Oh great!" I shouted and I began to pace a short distance. "Are you serious?! Is that the best you could come up with?” I said, getting louder by the second. “You being a blood drinker and raping me would make more sense.”
     
                  “I don’t love you for your body!” he shouted and looked like he had said something he didn't want to. “This is serious,” he continued in a softer tone. “You don’t understand the position we are both in. I want to keep you alive, but there are forces that might say otherwise and I'd have to kill you if they forced my hand."
     
                  “Now you’re going to kill me, too? Well, that’s the first thing you have said that makes sense; I see why we are on a dark beach alone.” My mind was racing, he loved me... I didn’t act as if I had paid attention to what he had said.
     
                  “No, that’s not what I meant; that came out wrong. Ugh, I didn’t want this to happen,” he said, again more to himself than me.
     
                  “Well now that we have established you’re a vampire that wants to kill me, what else?”
     
                  “Okay, look. The girl with the curls, that was Alisa." His tone was the same, but the way he phrased that was strange. "She has been responsible for the whole Nightcap/Night Children thing in New York. I guess you can say I am a little responsible by recreating Masteria and giving her the stage to play her little game. She was creating new vampire who fed outside Masteria in other clubs in the open. Some kids saw, thought it would be cool, and mimicked it. Things spread fast and so you have the rise of the Night Children. Alisa spread the 'Night Children' name to the media as she created thirty-three new vampire in total. Most people no one would miss and some rich spoiled brats who liked to spend daddy’s money at night who are now on missing people’s list. Those two we killed tonight were the last of them. The nine deaths recently around the club