I never, ever thought it would happen. Honest, I didn’t. I don’t know why I didn’t, but ... I just ...

Anyway. I’m stupid, I guess. I’ll bet YOU saw it coming, dear diary. Because you don’t date a vampire and get all hot and heavy with him and not, you know, expect the fangs to come out at some point, right?

I wish I could tell you that it was all romantic and awesome, but it scared me. We were, you know, and all of a sudden he wasn’t Michael anymore. He was something I didn’t recognize, looking out of Michael’s eyes, and those fangs ... those fangs were so sharp, so ...

And he bit me. Not much, just a little, just a second. It felt kind of like getting a shot, that sharp, hot sting, and then I felt weird and lightheaded and a little sick, and then Michael was off of me and scrambling backward, looking almost like the old Michael, except for the blood on his mouth. Which he licked off, not even thinking about it, even though I could see he was worried and kind of sickened and just about as freaked out as I felt.

I think he was saying he was sorry, over and over, but I couldn’t really hear him. My ears were ringing, and I felt dizzy and weird(er than usual). Next thing I knew I was flat on my back on the bed, and it felt like I was floating. I think I said something stupid, like Wow, what big teeth you have, and Michael picked me up and held me and told me he loved me, and I really, honestly think that’s true.

And that’s also kind of the problem, right? He still hasn’t figured out how to cut off the vamp instincts. Boy instincts, new vamp hormones dumped on top ... I don’t know how he’s kept it straight as long as he has. I think he’s afraid to touch me at all right now, and I don’t know whether to laugh or cry, because I want him to be close to me, but I definitely do not want to be some fangbanger chick who gets a rush out of ... this. Accidents happen. I don’t want to end up somebody’s object lesson, you know?

But I love him. And -- I could feel it, the way he held me, the way he touched me -- Michael loves me, too.

Maybe that’s enough.

Right?

Don’t answer that.