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Fantasy Immortal Love

Brooklyn enjoyed lunch with her friends and almost forgot she was tethered to Oliver as a servant until she made eye contact with him from across the lunch room. She froze for a moment, but looked away and stood to throw her food away.
 
Brooklyn walked over to Oliver. "You're standing out by just standing here watching people. Haven't you eaten..." she trailed off, remembering why he wasn't eating like the rest of the students.
 
He gives her a smile and chuckled. "I always for the art of food eating interesting. Not like i can pick up a burger and eat again." he chuckled. "I don't even know what a burger tasted like."
 
"So you're saying that even though you have to drink blood to live, you still can't stomach human food?" Brooklyn asked, dubious.
 
"I tried to eat human food and my body rejected it and threw it back up." He said leaning agent to wall and crossed his arms.
 
'That's... unfortunate," Brooklyn said, thinking about how much she would hate not eating bacon and all of the other foods she consumed on a daily basis.
 
"Well not all people know that vampires exist," Brooklyn replied, crossing her arms with a slight smirk on her face.
 
She bumped him. "I'm kidding. I don't want to wake up tied to a stake set on fire anytime soon." He smiled and rubbed his through a bit."
 
"Good choice," Brooklyn said, briefly brushing her fingers along the puncture spots his fangs made on her neck. They were so small, and she wondered how such large fangs could leave such a small impression.
 
He looked at her seeing her questioning face. He leaned over and brushed his finger on the marks. "Its the saliva." He said with a smile. "Licking over it after eating heals it faster than leaving it." He moved his showing his one marks on his shoulder. "Mine took longer because she died after biting me and leaving me." The marks where large scars.
 
Oliver fixed his shirt and closed his eyes. "February 19, 1800 hear in this glamorous town." He said opening his eyes and looked up.
 
Brooklyn gaped at him. "That makes you 214 years old. You still look..." she paused, blushing. "Good, and not old. Guess immortality has its perks."
 
He looked at her and laughed a bit. "It does but it also has it down sides. I can never grow up, and have kids. When you live for 214 years you kind want to settle down and you know have a family. Can't when your a vampire well can't say that I never tried." He said crossing his arms.
 
"That's really sad. Sounds like being a vampire isn't as fun as people think it is," Brooklyn said sadly.
 
Nods "But its cool seeing how the word evolved. The Boston tea party, Revolution war, that stuff It was cool to be apart of though." He smiled and puts his hands in his pockets 
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{oops sorry! missed the notification yesterday :P }


Brooklyn nodded with an impressed smile. "That would have been cool, to experience history like that right before your eyes. Amazing," she said.
 
(haha its ok i thought you forgot)


Oliver smiled and nods. "Yea it's pretty cool but I missed my home. Thats why I came back and found victor. Guess you can say he's like a father" He laughed and looked at her. 
((Teehee again?))
 
{ahh!! i thought i hit send but i didn't xP}


"Well at least you have someone. Better than nothing," Brooklyn remarked, leaning against the wall. She ran a hand through her hair and sighed.
 
(haha i do that all the time myself its ok)


He smiled. "yea i guess so. But not for long." He takes her hand and brings her out of the lunch room and down the hall a bit and stops bringing her to the wall and looked down at her placing his hand on her cheek. "You know it I like you. Its plain to seen."
 
Brooklyn blushed and lowered her lashes. She had started liking Oliver herself. She dared to meet his gaze with her own. "Like me how? Or is this some distraction to get my blood again," she ended with a bitter edge.
 

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