• tab "You're a vampire," Tish whispered, reminding me too much of that demeaning Twilight film. "I saw you drain that squirrel."
    tab Well, that's new.
    tab "How do you know I just don't get a sick satisfaction from making roadkill on the sidewalks?" I countered, leaning against the back of my house, fear and an icey rage crawling over my skin.
    tab Tish's watery blue eyes narrowed.
    tab "You think I'm a vampire?" I asked, letting false incredulity leak into my voice. I was surprised she had figured it out. But maybe the credit belonged to her being my stalker. Oh well; when she's right, she's right.
    tab "I know it, Jonathan. Your skin is cold, you drink blood, and you haven't changed in the past two years." Tish crossed her arms like a defiant child. As if she wanted me to be a monster.
    tab "Maybe I haven't hit my growth spurt yet!" I clasped my hands together dramatically and rolled my eyes, stretching out to my full six foot five. This was getting old.
    tab "I know it's true!" She cried out, an edge of desperation creeping into her voice. "And I'll tell everybody at school, too! Unless..." Tish trailed off, staring down at her feet intently. I considered raising my arms with a demented smile on my face and scaring her, but hey. Even vampires have to draw a line.
    tab "Unless what?" I snapped. I was on the edge.
    tab Tish blushed shyly. "Unless you change me."
    tab I almost laughed. The monster's ugly head reared up inside me, or better yet, my ugly head. I watched as her blush turned to uncertainty, my contemplating gaze making her think twice.
    tab Tish or responsibility? Fresh blood or squirrels? Eternity with a stalker or an eternity without one? I shivered at that last one as I weighed my options. Living forever with Twilight addict Tisha Casp? Over my dead body. Ha ha.
    tab I reached out casually and snapped her neck.
    tab Did I say my dead body?