My Vampire Plus-One

by Jenna Levine

“Once you no longer need to blend into your surroundings quite so much, you can go back to dressing like a stolen car.”

Mr. Fedora Asshole

And there was my most prized possession: a framed oil painting of Edward Cullen on the wall above the sink, sparkly and magnificent as he gazed moodily into the middle distance.

“I’ve got it. You’re a vampire fugitive, aren’t you.” “I…” He cleared his throat. A nervous laugh. “How did you know?”

She smiled at me, so warm and genuine it felt like the sun emerging after a century of slumber, and Hades help me, I was lost.

If her eyes had been open, she’d have seen it written all over my face just how desperately I was falling for her.

“I’ve wanted to make you laugh like this since the night we met. You were terrible at pretending to laugh when I asked you to, but in hindsight I see that was a good thing.

Because if I’d seen what you are like when you truly let go, I would have fallen to my knees. Right then and there.”