“Now you noticed?” Sora laughed. She couldn’t help herself.
“Eat then!” Aysen said.
“Alright, alright already. But only because you asked me to,” Sora was still giggling.
“Don’t choke,” Aysen said ominously.
“Sorry; You’re just so cute sometimes!” Sora took a draught of apple juice.
Aysen’s eyes widened in surprise, and his pale cheeks blushed.
“I think you’re the first to call a vampire cute.”
“Alright then; I’ll say it again. You’re cute,” Sora giggled.
“Stop it!” Aysen shoved her playfully. Sora laughed. He was glad to see her happy.

“My, my, look who’s all euphoric.”
Sora froze in her spot, like she had been paralyzed.
A hand grasped her on the shoulder, and Sora stiffened even more; She looked like she had just swallowed an iron pole.

“What do you want?” she asked, stonily; Her usually free and beautiful face was set.

“Just checking up,” the voice laughed.
“Like you could care less,” Sora snorted. The grip tightened, and she yelped.

“What are you doing to her?” Aysen leapt up like a bolt.