There was two things a vampire was forbidden to do: love a human, and destroy the secrecy the vampire world has. Werewolves, have no such order, because they are the minority while we are the majority. They are free to love anyone, and are more accepted than us, the vampires. Something Karissa never told me, until I found out on my own that day.
        The light illuminated the once dim-lit room, revealing the sleeping couple–well, almost. A 5'7 female with long black hair with blue tips, and a toned body slid off the bed, wrapping herself with a robe.
         She glanced at her partner, and smiled peacefully. Life was perfect as far as she could think as she glanced at him. He didn’t look like a 22 year old man with his black short hair disarranged and pale skin; he looked like a 17 year old resting peacefully. Syrann enjoyed the moment until she heard her amoure’s message machine.

    “Say you’re sorry with that face of an angel comes out just when you needed it to”

        “Hey sexy” a female voice replied seductively and playfully, “Want to come over tonight?”. My teeth sank into my inner lip, blood began to flow. I clenched my fist before I would punch or destroy the wall.

    “As I pace back and forth all this time. Cause I honestly believed in you”.

         My feet automatically moved towards the bed I once laid, and I tore the bed sheet from him. I ripped the entire thing into shreds in front of me within seconds, but honestly, he didn’t even care about how I felt, the only thing he cared about was the bed sheet.
          “What are you–no what the fricken doing?” he demanded, straightening himself up. I threw the remainder of the bed sheet on the ground, before biting my lip so he wouldn’t see the tears in my eyes.

    “Holdin’ on. The days drag on. Stupid girl. I should’ve known, I should’ve known”.

         “Something I should have did a long time ago” a voice inside of me said, but nothing came out. Ren chuckled, and passed right by me like I meant nothing.

    “That I’m not a princess. This ain’t a fairytale.”

         “You’re so fricken retarded, why don’t you clean up the mess you made?” Ren retorted complacently, “Like how you would always would do for me”. My nails dug into my palm as I attempted to say something, but I couldn't, I was numb as he made his way to the bathroom.

     “I’m not the one you’ll sweep her off her feet. Lead her up the stairwell”.

           “Hand and foot too” he laughed mockingly, never leaving his blue eyes from my teary eyes. Ren chuckled more as he gathered his clothes, “Make sure you clean the entire apartment while you are at it!”.

     “This ain’t Hollywood. This is a small town”.

          I heard the shower go on, I knew what I was getting myself into, but I couldn’t stop myself. The shredded blanket laid upon the floor until I kicked it as I heard the shower going on. It was just like that, everyday, I would shower, believing the next day will be better than the first, and I won’t have to suffer, but I was wrong. What Ren said to me was wrong of how he loved me, and only me.

      “I was a dreamer before you went and let me down.”.

          I just couldn’t take staying here anymore, knowing that I wasn’t the only one he thought of or spoke to on the phone. Not the only one he deluded with his affection and ‘love’. My mind was spiraling out of control like my discipline.

     “Now it’s too late for you and your white horse to come around”.

         I didn’t notice I was out the door until I heard a thud, and a crash. When I looked around, the door was on the floor along with the hinges, but then again, I didn’t care. I really don’t think I truly did.
         I kept running, walking, or whatever you call it, I just wanted to get out of that building. Get out of there, run away from it. I just didn’t care about anything except running, running from the truth. Running from the fact that Miyo told me beforehand this would happen.

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         “Don’t let your human emotions get the most of you, Syrann” he mentioned calmly, sitting across of me in the coffee shop. His turquoise eyes were eloquent to his intentions, but I was apathetic about his opinion.“Especially with that human lover of yours”.
         “He isn’t a ‘lover’, he’s my boyfriend” I replied defensively, averting my silver eyes to his blue calm and collected eyes. He rolled his eyes, and smirked.
         “Whatever you wish to call that human then, just don’t expect me to allow you to fall or fail again “ he said, adjusting his seat position. He laid more back, rather than forward.
          I averted my eyes, I knew what Miyo was trying to tell me and thinking as well, but I was too ignorant and engrossed with Ren to even care about abiding to those petty “laws”.
         “I know I won’t, seriously, why do you keep on doubting me Miyo?” I inquired, wrapping my hands around my Mocha coffee. Miyo glanced his eyes to his Hot Coco before grasping it and sniffing it.
         “You aren’t going to die from drinking chocolate” I replied, attempting to withhold my laughter. Miyo released a small smile, and chuckled slightly before taking a sip.
          “Yes, I know, but at least I’m not like you “ he retorted sarcastically, “At least I am responsible and do know what I am doing”. I laughed slightly as I watched him still give the Hot Coco a dubious look even after 3 sips.
          Miyo averted his eyes towards me this time, it was more intense, “You should really get your act together Syrann, before I’ll be forced to take you back to where you truly belong”.
           “And where would that be?” I asked, placing my Mocha down on the table. He scanned the coffee shop, and paused. His face was unreadable.
          “I can’t tell you” he retorted, and left me by myself at the coffee shop with only questions and answers I couldn’t get.