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"I refuse to believe that," she said. "I think he was your long lost lover."
"How do I kiss you?" he asked, his nose brushing hers.
"But I might not do that."
"Well, no," she grudgingly agreed. "But you don't know me, and you'll probably never see me again."
"Kissed," he mused thoughtfully. "That's what kissing is. Did I kiss you?"
He came up behind her. "I could push you off."
"It's lonely. Anyone you meet, you have to kill," she said thoughtfully.
He seemed confused, but not uncomfortable, his hand coming up instinctively to rest on her jaw. "What's this?"
He climbed up the rocks, intending to jump off.
She considered him with one raised eyebrow. "That must be sad."
"I don't understand," he said helplessly after a moment, his voice low and quiet.
He nodded, beginning to swim towards the shore.
She looked up at him, her serious face oddly chiding. "That's what you do, then? Kill people for being killers?"
He frowned, saying nothing as he watched her pull away.
He laughed before looking up at the rocks. "Again?"
"A vampire..." she mused thoughtfully, looking down at the corpse. "That doesn't seem right. To kill someone for what they are."
His brows were furrowed and his warm, brown eyes were watching her expectantly as he considered her.
"I don't know," he admitted, leaning his forehead against hers and kissing her nose. "I'm just making *squee!* up."
She looked back down at where she had been sleeping, running her fingers through her red hair. "I, uh... I fell asleep. Why were you after him?"
She looked up, coming over to the door and opening it.
