I shrugged. That was a natural question to ask. “Fair enough. You actually weren’t too far off earlier. My name’s Jack.”

What came next took me a bit off guard. Waves of humor came rolling off of her as she doubled over laughing. “Does that mean- I can- still call you- ‘Jack-ass’?” she asked in between laughs.

“Whatever floats your boat,” I replied, watching hr with uncertainty. Is she going to be alright? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a vampire laughing that hard.

Almost as if she had heard my thoughts, she quickly recovered herself and became serious once more. “So, dare I ask why the hell you’ve gone through the effort of tracking me down from the other side of the country?”

I flashed her a grin. “To check on your well being of course. I had to make sure that you didn’t do anything stupid that would end up getting you killed by the Volturi.”

For a moment as I was talking I thought I felt the tiniest bit of lust, which was quickly covered by embarrassment and mild angry as she shook her head to clear her mind of whatever she was thinking. “I hardly think I shall have to worry much about the Volturi with my current diet,” she replied coolly, her bright topaz orbs lifting up to connect with my now dark ruby ones.

“Perhaps. Diet’s not the only way to slip up though,” I reminded her, still smirking. “You have to keep our existence completely secret. So no accidental sun exposure around humans, nor displays of super human strength. That includes that fact that you would not bleed or probably even be injured if someone were to shoot you.”

“I’m well aware of all of this,” she replied with an aggravated sigh, closing her eyes momentarily. “The Twilight books were very informative on the vampire lifestyle. Now here’s a question: why isn’t Stephanie Meyer in trouble with the Volturi?”

Another very good question that I sometimes wondered to myself. “Beats the hell out of me. I’ll tell you one thing though, it has made it near impossible to go out in public anymore. Now people are practically looking for vampires. Fools.” It’s almost as if they wanted to die or something.

“Which brings me back to my earlier question: why were you looking for me? I know you aren’t telling the whole truth.”

I hesitated for a moment, locking gazes with her once more. Should I tell her the truth? Or would that just make things end badly? I could wait till later, but that might be even worse than if I tell her now. I guess I’ll just have to tell her from the beginning and hope for the best. Finally, I said, “You really want to know why I’ve followed you here all the way from Florida? I’ll tell you.”