I change into athletic clothes before going to brush my teeth and rinse off. Last night was a little weird. At first I'm helping Evan with his transition and suddenly he's licking his father's blood off my thumb. I didn't mean to catch the blood on his face with some kind of sexual tension. I just meant to catch it so it didn't have to go on the bed sheets or on him. And of course I had to make it more awkward by liking my thumb. It did feel different and somehow of a turn on but I can't think about that. I need to help him that's all. I walk out of the bathroom and I hear noises while heading back to my room. I pause, turning around to see Evan out of his bed. Well I don't know where he is because I can only see his empty bed. I suddenly see a shadow in his room on the ground and I become curious so I walk up to his doorway. I peak in and I see Evan staring down at the desk that is empty. I try to be quiet but the floorboards beneath me creek and he turns around. A smile appears on his face, his white teeth glistening in the light. One dimple showing on his left cheek "Hey Adeline! Look at this!" He calls out like he's a five year old on Christmas morning. All of a sudden I watch him pick up the desk like it weight nothing. "Evan be careful." My mother side automatically says and he laughs, flipping it over this head and lifting it up and down like he's a the gym. "Cool right?" He asks and I shrug, a smile appearing on my face. I guess there's still something good and not painful during the transition to watch. He places the desk back down and moves his shoulders around like stretching them. "Okay hulk, time to eat." I joke while walking out of his room. "Can you make pancakes!" He shouts, skipping past me and smacking my butt while doing so. I pause from walking and he chuckles, turning to face me and winking at me. That wink was such a Miles move. "Don't do that again please." I sigh and his smile vanishes and a frown appears. "Okay sorry. I didn't mean it that way, I was just joking." I shake my head feeling guilty. "No it's fine I don't know why I said that." I bite my bottom lip, knowing that I made him upset. "I'll make pancakes for you... even though eggs are better." "Oh please, change is good. We don't need eggs every morning." "Yeah, yeah." I walk past him, taking out the pancake mix and a bowl. I start to make them while Evan watches me from the table, swaying my his legs from the high chairs. "Do you need help?" He asks me and I shake my head, licking pancake mix off my fingertips. "No, I'm good." I pause, turning around to face him after flipping a pancake. "How are you feeling since last night?" He shrugs. "It's up and down. At some points I feel pain and others it goes away until it comes back again and it repeats." "That sucks." I mutter under my breath and I think how if I lived with my real parents that I'f have to go through what he's going through. Turning into a vampire. "Do you want some of your father's blood?" I ask and he nods his head. "That would be great." I take the last pancake off of the pan and I plop it on the plate that is stacked with other pancakes. I pour him half glass of blood and I walk to the table. Evan already set it up with utensils and butter and syrup. After putting butter on my pancakes in silence, I take a deep breath. "So did you know that my uncle is one of the Kings?" He lifts an eyebrow up. "So he was your uncle, ey? All of the boys were wondering what you were doing with him." "Yeah, long story short, my father was a Pureblood vampire and went to this school and fell in love with my mother who was human who had me then demons attacked and they were killed. I have lived in the human world all my life until getting sent here to know that Mr. Hansel is my guardian and that my father is a demon and still alive." "He's still alive?" His eyes widen and I nod my head. "And now I'm here and I don't know what to do." I stuff a piece of pancake in my mouth while Evan takes a sip of the blood. "Well now you are here helping my ass and if he wants you, he isn't going to get you. I'll be here to save you." "How about if I'm not around you?" I tease and he frowns. "Someone else will need to save you but for now, you are going to be stuck with me for a while until the transition actually ends and I die." "Die is such a strong word." "But it's true. My heart stops beating until I die and I wake up again, it starts beating again but replenishing my body with human blood to keep me living." "Are you nervous at the part that you are going to wake up thirsty for my blood or others?" I ask him and his body stiffens. "I didn't really think of that. I'm hoping that I'm not attracted to you in that way to drain you of your blood." "You might change you know..." I hint out and he looks at me with confusion until his face softens a bit. "I know what you mean. The thing they say that when a vampire dies, their whole personality and likings change." "Yeah how about if you become mysterious like Miles and Miles becomes caring like you." We both start to laugh and he shakes his head denying what I'm saying. "Listen that will never happen. Hopefully I don't change because I don't want to be a fucking dick towards you. I actually really like you... Miles is just a totally different person than me." "He's like your mother." "You met my mother?" I nod my head. "After you woke up from the bite I did. She kind of went up to me and threatened me that I'm just a helper for you, nothing more than that." I pause, clearing my throat with a sip of my orange juice. "I don't know if I showed a bad impression or something but I don't think she likes me." "My mother is always like that. She isn't easy about things, she doesn't let things slide. I guess because you are human-" "But every vampire is human at first." I cut him off. "I know but you are only going to be human and that's it. And being human to vampires is a weakness. So nothing big really happens to you when you are human but when you become a vampire, it's all competition." "Wait because you and Miles are from the same throne... who controls the country? Both of you?" Evan shakes his head. "No, it's depends who gets a partner first. If my parents approve of our partners, the one who gets approved from my parents will take the throne." "But aren't you the oldest? Can't you get it?" "It used to be like that but it changed. Miles got into an argument with my father years ago about becoming King and just because we are twins, we should have competition to get the throne... and my father agreed." "That's dumb." I grumble and Evan shrugs. "I'm not gonna argue, I don't want to be on my parents bad side but now that I see between Miles and I's competition for a partner... I'm winning so far." I look up at him and he's staring at me, a cheeky smile on his lips. I feel my cheeks blush while looking away. "Do you miss Miles right now at this moment?" "Now? Not really because the only thing I'm thinking about is you and the pain in my body. But we do have a close bond. Like I said earlier because we were human, our parents paid no attention to us. We were treated like trash. Every human-vampire does with vampire parents. I think it's not right but that's howit is in the vampire world." He stuffs a full pancake in his mouth messily and wipes his mouth with a napkin. "How do vampires know that you are a human but going to be a vampire in the future besides mistaking you as a regular human for food?" I ask him and he places his fork on the table. I watch Evan run his fingers over the bite created by his father and over to the back of his neck. He turns his body and lifts his hair up, revealing a script V on his skin. "You get this when you are a year old after being born. It must hurt but how do you know if you are an infant." "True." I respond back and Evan takes another sip of the blood. I'm almost done with my pancakes until... Evan covers his mouth with his hand, his eyes widening. I furrow my eyebrows while he gets up and runs to the bathroom. I hear him collapse onto the floor and vomiting sounds echo through the toilet bowl. He's throwing up. I slowly get up, walking to the bathroom, my heart racing. I feel bad that he's throwing up. I hate throwing up and every time I do I always cry. The vomiting noises of the acidic food mixed in his stomach finishes, I peak my head in the bathroom, staring at Evan. He seems so weak suddenly. Breakfast vomit is mixed with blood in and around the toilet bowl. His eyes are closed and he is breathing deeply while resting his back on the wall. I frown. We should have just sticked with the protein eggs.