The room went silent for a few seconds before a bellowing laughter echoed through the apartment. Jayden watched as Zeke held his giggles in, obviously not taking this seriously. He smiled and wrapped his arm around her, ruining their previous mood. "Jayden… You're not a vampire. You don't burn or sparkle in sunlight. If you're a vampire, I'm a werewolf."

A voice, unlike her own, entered their conversation. It came from her but sounded more detached. Was this her other mind or herself? Still, Jayden waited for the stakes and angry mob as her eyes shifted from their regular warm brown to the fury of red. Zeke shifted uncomfortably from his former stance. She couldn't bear to watch him struggle with her acceptance as she turned away. The silence between them turned yearning for food. So badly she felt she needed to sink her teeth into him, feel his blood drip down her throat like so many others before him. She could feel an older part of herself stop the craving. Or attempt to, as the case was. His silence caused her to fret as sweet trickled its way down her face. Say something. Anything. Please!

Still wordless, his hand traced her cheeks as though she were porcelain to her lips, revealing her fangs. She welcomed this touch at this moment where he shuddered. How could he love a monster? Probably the same way she had once upon a time. But men were more search and destroy in personality. She knew that from history lessons. Adolf was a dictator, looking to destroy people who were different. Van Helsing's team had managed to destroy Dracula; even after John had lost his beloved Mina. What made Zeke so different?

"J.J.?" She turned to face his expressionless one, his eyes scanning for truth. "How long have you been one? Who turned you?"

With that, she sighed and pushed him to lie down, taking in his warmth and pushing herself against him. "Time gets lost once you die. Everything is dismayed. I could have been turned months ago but, to me, it feels like years."

"So, who turned you?" Zeke prodded, trying to play with her hair as he avoided eye contact.

"That's a secret. You know him under another name."

"Jayden, just tell me." His voice seemed that of one pleading.

"Russ. His real name's Erikk. The real Russ died. I should know." He cleared his throat.

"How… Would you know?" She chuckled a bit in spite of her own memory.

"I was the one to kill him. He died in my arms like all friends should." She could sense him tense under her head. "I wouldn't kill you. Not like that if you didn't want me to."

He sat up, staring at her. Confidence overwhelmed the fear that she once saw a short while ago. What he was about to say intrigued her but terrified her. "Prove it to me then. Take a bite or a midnight snack out of me. I'm tasty… I think."

She stared in awe for a few moments. "I don't think I'll stop."

"I don't care. It'll just prove that I love you more." Silly mortal. You have no idea how much more you love me than I do you. "Besides… I trust you."

Nodding her head once, she forced him down again. "Now, this is going to fucking hurt for exactly three point two seconds. After that, you may find that you have a boner or are feeling turned on until you start feeling drowsy, in which case, just hit me or something Pu-"

"Jayden, I love you and I trust you. So shut up and drink my delectable blood." She rolled her eyes before licking the area that she'd bite into. His blood smelled of Scotch, perhaps whiskey. Pulling his head one way by the hair, Jayden sunk herself into him, finding the vampire after taste of short cake. Jayden kept her senses on his blood, unable to stop tasting the short cake. Memories of his mother flooded into her mind, memories that made her know him better. A moan escaped his lips as she dug deeper into his past. Her stomach purred for the kill of him and she didn't want to stop. Her control had to come from him now as she was reminded of the greatest thing in his life. "J… J?"

His voice had come from far away and sounded distorted. One more taste and I'll stop… One more… Gluttony, in Christianity, was now her sin. Zeke pulled on her hair and she could taste the sweet sensation of panic until the thoughts came to her. I'm going to die. My God, I'm going to actually freaking die! Viciously and painfully, she pulled away from his neck and hurried to the washroom, getting a blood red towel and wetting it. She quickly placed it on his neck, looking to his pale face. Jayden bit down on her wrist and put it to his mouth. "What… What are you…?"

"Drink it." He tried pushing it away but she kept it in place. "Drink. If I fucked up, you'll be like me. Worst case scenario, you die. Drink it up and treat it like a shot. If I didn't, you'll heal in exactly nine point four seconds."

"You keep count, huh?" He asked in his illusion. She nodded, continuing her words of encouragement and stroking his hair. His eyes grew heavy as they always do in cases like this but he constantly reopened his eyes to look at her. She smiled at this, licking her own wrist once his wound had disappeared. As the final rays of dawn had appeared on the city limits, he pulled her into his chest, allowing them both to sleep for a few hours.