I couldn’t very well…
“Don’t vampires have amazing healing abilities?” I asked.
Eric flinched but didn’t argue against my vampire comment. In fact, he stayed completely silent.
Perfect.
I huffed, then turned around and headed to the kitchen to get a pair of scissors. I couldn’t fucking deal with this.
So apparently my boyfriend was a vampire. And an idiot. A vampire idiot. An idiotic vampire.
I giggled, grabbed the scissors, and returned to the bathroom.
Eric hadn’t moved even an inch. He was just staring at me out of his red eyes as if he was waiting for me to attack him with the scissors.
Which… wouldn’t do anything, right?
Wait… how did you kill a vampire? And…
“Oh shit, do I need to get rid of my garlic?”
“What?” Eric cocked his head and winced, the motion pulling at his burned skin.
“Garlic. Do I need to get rid of it? Or can I use it as a weapon against you?”
Eric blinked again. “I mean… you can throw it at me. If you want?”
I barked out a laugh. “But it won’t hurt you?”
“Nooo?” He blinked again, still a bit dazed.
Okay. So, sunlight worked against vampires, but it didn’t turn them to dust, just badly burned them. Garlic was apparently useless. Good to know.
“By the way, your eyes are a bit creepy,” I said, which was honestly the understatement of the year. They were fucking unsettling—and following my every move.
“Sorry.” Eric closed his eyes for a long moment and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, they were back to the blue I’d gotten to know so well during the past couple of weeks.
Crazy.
“Is it better now?”
I nodded, then immediately felt like an ass.
The red was creepy, yes, but… wasn’t it a part of him too?
Shit. Was I discriminating against him?
This was such a fucking mess, and I had no idea how to untangle it all.
Okay, first things first. Getting his coat off him was probably a good idea, even though it almost physically hurt to cut the sleeves of what was obviously a very expensive coat.
However, Eric didn’t even bat an eye. He kept perfectly still, except for a moment when I pulled a little at the sleeve, and it rubbed over his wrist. He let out a low hiss that by all accounts should have sounded menacing as hell, but it didn’t scare me.
I’d heard that sound before.
I think.
It felt oddly familiar.
