A Dark Night in July (I've fallen for the guardian of the undead)

[Jack's P.O.V]

I can't believe I did that. That has to be one of the most foolish things I've done in all my four hundred years.

But it felt so good...

I slam my fist against the metal pole of the bunk bed.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

I can't be with her. If I am...I shake my head. She won't be safe. She's human. She's mortal. She's venerable.

If I'm with her, then sooner all later, there's going to be awkward questions. Questions like, 'I've known you for ten years and yet you still don't look any older...' Or, 'Why are you never around at night?'

Questions that I can't answer under any circumstance. I would be betraying myself and my kind.

I grimace. She'll be okay. She'll understand. 'Just friends'. I'm sorry... I drift into sleep, and my soul is tugged from my body...

[For those of you who are reading this and going WTF??? don't worry! All will be explained.]

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[Ilara's point of view]

I wake from another dream about Jack. In this one, we're making out...in a frying pan. I shake my head and giggle. Stupid dream.

I glance at my watch. 5:45 am. I scowl. I'm all hyped up from his kiss. I can't go back to sleep. I get up and quickly shower.

I dress, do my hair and make-up in record time, and creep downstairs to the kitchen. I'm starving.

Breakfast, I muse. I decide on a hot milo instead. I quickly boil the water and pour the milk, mixing furiously with a spoon.

I sit down at the table, but instead of drinking, I leave my milo unattended, staring into the distance, day dreaming about Jack.

I get lost in my train of thought. The train takes a stop at 'Jack' station, at 'omg he's so perfect' station, and settles at 'I love his eyes station. End of the line.

I glance at the microwave display, totally disoriented time wise. 6:23. I gulp down my luke warm milo, and walk over to dump it in the sink. A voice slices through my mind like a knife, I stop breathing and my heart staggers in my chest.

'Ily...' Jack leans against the door frame, arms crossed.

I flash him a big smile. 'Hi!'

He sighs and runs a hand through his already untidy hair. 'We need to talk.'

O.O My first cliff hanger. Kinda short though. Oh well. Please tell me what you think. :)