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Besides, I don’t like blood unless I’m drinking it. Even then I’m a picky bitch.
I’d loved once, but then she turned out to be off her rocker more than I am, so I skedaddled right on out of that relationship. I haven’t been in a serious one since, but I’ve remained what you might call a romantic at … well, I don’t have a heart so I’m not sure where exactly. But it’s there. Somewhere.
Vampirism isn’t a cure for everything, and my shit eyesight carried over when I was changed. It’s not entirely a bad thing since I can pull off a pair of glasses like nobody’s business.
And frankly, men are like plants, if you don’t water them, they’ll die, and I don’t have a green thumb.
“I think...” His humerus bone snaps under my shoe. “...that I don’t want a filthy creature like you...” His fingers crunch with ease in my hand. “...touching what belongs to me.”
“A divine angel like her is a blessing to the eyes and you are nothing but lowly trash unworthy of looking upon her,”
Children are one of my least favorite things with their whining, screaming, and messiness but it can usually be blamed on shitty parenting. My one exception for a crotch goblin is if Celine wants children. I’ll give her as many as she desires. I look forward to practicing the baby making. Wait. Babies. Celine. I need to write that down. Pulling my trusty notebook and pen out of my pocket I lick my finger and flip it open to a new page. Quickly scribbling, Breed Celine, under a new list titled Goals in my long life with Celine.
“I could see you perched on the roof of the building across the street like a ginger gargoyle the other day watching her.
He grabs my finger so quickly I can barely react and nips at it. I try to pull away, but he refuses to let go. “Lockwood. Zavier Lockwood. L-O-C-K-W-O-O-D. Why aren’t you writing this down? It’s going to be your last name one day, too.” His grin is downright wicked.
Celine. My mate. This can’t be the end. She doesn’t know how big of a dick I have yet. I’m going to die and she doesn’t even know. This is the worst.
“I’m not going anywhere, Shnookems.” My joke doesn’t land, and she walks out without another word.
“And yes, your man-child. Now onward!”
“Well, okay. I didn’t mind that nickname, but I guess I’ll keep trying. What about, toots?”
“I haven’t been completely honest with you,” I stall. “You’re not a vampire you actually shift into a hamster?” she replies dryly.
She probably doesn’t realize it, but there will never come a time when I tire of her. She is the single, most important thing, in my immortal life.
You look hot as fuck in those jeans, sweet thing. —Zav Also known as Zav Daddy or Zaddy.
