In one single swift motion Tristan went to the back side of the car, and he is now right in front of my face, his whole body caging me. I am now literally frozen, physically and mentally. I can't move!

"What did you just say?" He said, as his face were mere inches from mine. His eyes were serious and dark, looking right at me, burning a hole through my face with that stare.

I swallowed a bag of saliva and cleared my throat. "Uhm. It was clearly a joke." I said and put my hands on his chest, and adding a bit of pressure to the push. Just to give him some sense that I need some space. This closeness is not really helping with the heat I'm feeling from my fever and boiling hormones. "Tristan. Come on." I pleaded.

Omaygod this is so awkward! To the highest possible level!

I can't see it, but I surely can feel it. His left knee was placed right in the center of my legs. One move and it will surely have a perfect shot on my cat, and to make things worse, I'm wearing a fucking skirt!

My plea had gotten me nowhere. It just made him cockier, knowing he has the upper hand on this situation. "Tristan!" My voice is now higher than usual, and my gentle push is now more desperate. But that push didn't make any impact whatsoever, he's hard as a rock.

The fear I feel right now, is not the same with the pancake incident. This time I know for sure he's just teasing me. But clearly this is not going anywhere good. Someone might suddenly show up, and see us in this position. Plus they will surely have a good view, because his windows aren't tinted!

I need to put a stop to this prank, fast.

"Okay. I get it. I won't joke about it, again. I know, you're a vampire, but I also know you wouldn't dare suck my blood..." He cut me off, though I'm not surprised anymore with this habit of his, it's just annoying sometimes to not be able to finish any sentence or rant.

"How sure are you? You just offered me, right? And according to our rules, it's not considered a crime as long as the human is willing." He lowered his face more, and I gulped another bag of saliva.

He's not wearing his glasses in this close-up moment which is way hotter... Wait pause that. Did I just say...hot?

I'm in a life or death situation right now, and all I think is how hot my killer is? What is wrong with me? I rolled my eyes with the thought, which caught Tristan's attention, and made him laugh.

"Did you just rolled your eyes on me? While I'm threatening you?" I laughed and he joined me.

He sat back up, and for a brief second I was glad to have some space back, but that moment didn't last long. Tristan's sudden movement had one single mishap, his knee hit my cat.

Immediately, I bolted up to where I laid, and I slapped him hard in the face. My hands then automatically went on top of my cat, defending it from its foe.

His hand was on the side of his face where I just hit. "Victoria. I didn't meant to..." He wasn't able to finish his sentence, because he then buried his face on his hands, groaning behind it. "I'm sorry." He said, though his voice was muffled because his face was covered.

I sighed. "It wouldn't have happened if you didn't do that prank." I released the wall of hands on my cat and eased myself. I sighed again. "It's fine. It was an accident."

"Does it hurt?" He has now come out of his shell, I mean his hands.

"Do you have to ask?" I did another eye roll. It sure does hurt, I may don't have balls or a dangling penis, but that shot was a definite bulls-eye. "And I just used my reserved slap on you." I sighed.

"So, that was my worst mistake?" He asked realizing what I just meant. His body also released some tension and he's now easing himself, slumping his back on the seat.

Recalling, that time he saw me almost naked in their laundry room, he thought I'd slap him right there and then, but I didn't, and said it's reserved for his worst mistake. Actually thinking about it now, this is not his worst mistake, I just acted based on a woman's instinct.

"And again, do you have to ask?" We both laughed, realizing what happened was hilarious.

We're facing each other as we sat at the back part of this car, but with a fair distance of course, probably an arm's length apart. While looking at him – well aside from that intense close up before – this time I realized he looks kind of pale, the color of his skin and lips are gone.

"Hey, are you sure you're okay? You look worse than I do." I asked him. "If you really need blood." I paused hesitating my next words. "I-uh-uhm can give you some." He gave me a pointed look that seems to say, do-you-ever-learn. "I'm not joking. Really..."

I was about to go near him, but he puts a hand to stop me from further invading his space. "Thanks for the offer, but I can't."

"But you'll suffer. Look at you. You look more like a zombie than a vampire." He laughed.

"If I do what you ask, I might not stop with just a sip." He said, and I have no idea what he just meant. So he continued, seeing my dumbfounded expression. "I'm a young vampire. I have low tolerance to blood, especially if it's fresh from the source."

"Oh. So that explains why you went on shark mode, when I cut myself." He nodded. "Wait. So how young are you, really?" I was expecting him to say like his a century old vermin.

"What you see is what you get. I really am 18. Our aging slows when we turn 30."

"How slow?" My curiosity is on fire right now. I feel like a reporter.

"About half a decade. We stay 30 years old for five years, it's only after that that we'll turn 31. Then another five years." He simply shrugged, like it's not unnatural.

I replied only with a prolonged oooooh. This is interesting, I could write a book with this facts.

"Ah. But you're immortal, right?" He shook his head.

"No. Half-bloods die. We just live longer lives than humans." He paused. "But if we want to be immortal, we could just send a letter to the council and wait for approval."

"Wait. So the council..." He cut me off with a wave of his hand.

"I think I've said enough. I should leave all the other details to my mother."

"Okay." I said and slumped back, mirroring his position.

Weirdly. I'm feeling kind of better, the headache is not that annoying anymore. The cold is still there but I guess, its somewhat feel normal with the weather and all. Though I can still feel that the fever hasn't left me entirely, it's probably on recess and will come back later.

I closed my eyes. I guess this is now my chance to get some sleep, without the headache and the cold. I almost had my grasp on that door towards dreamland, when I heard a knocking on the window, which woke me up from my almost-sleep moment. And so was Tristan.

We both looked out the window and there we saw a man in a raincoat and yellow umbrella. Who just out-nerd Tristan with his harry-potter-like glasses, that's soaked with rain. He might need to put on some wiper on that, or just use the one on the car.

I shook my head, I should stop stereotyping people. People who wears glasses doesn't automatically mean they're nerds.

Tristan then went back to the driver seat and lowered his window. "Hey Jill! Glad you found us."

The Jill guy nodded and pointed at his truck, wait that's a hummer, this is my first time seeing one. "We should go. It's about to get really dark." He said, his voice was surprisingly husky.

I looked at my watch and its past eight. We've been stuck here for seven fuckin hours! Tristan then looked at me.

"Hobbit. Let's go. Give me your bag I'll carry it." I gave him my black jansport and I went outside the car.

Jill gestured for me to take the umbrella, I refused and said we should share it. He also refused my counter-offer saying. "I have a raincoat. Share it with Tristan." And I just nodded.

"I'll take care of the car. You guys go now." Another guy's voice surprised the hell out of me, for he was standing right behind Tristan's car, I thought for a second he was a ghost. He was in a white shirt, and his skin was pale white, same as Marcus and Divina's complexion.

Tristan got out of the car and high-fived the guy who just gave me a heart attack. "Jack! Long time no see."

Is it me or these two guys names sounds familiar, something with a hill... Oh yeah a song! So I was singing the Jack and Jill song in my head, and I didn't even realize I was humming it. That earned me a nasty glare from the two of them, and a face palm from Tristan.

"You did not just sing that song." Jack said, and Jill walked towards me then grabbed his umbrella.

"I change my mind. I need it." He casually said, and left me soaking in the rain.

What the hell just happened?

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I feel so inspired on this story, that I made a digital art of them. It's not that nice, but I hope it does justice to Tristan and Victoria, lol.

Thanks for reading.