As we stop at a red light, I can hear the soft voices of the passers-by. Some are taking about money, chocolate and shopping. Others are discussing their lives, what to have for dinner and what movie to watch tonight. A little girl runs across the street, and she is very close to our car. I can hear her tiny heart, pumping blood to her veins and my lips begin to shake with desire. I grab the door handle, but Dalton crushes my hand before I have the chance to open it. He shakes his head at me, and he slams his foot down onto the gas pedal in frustration. We sit in silence, as Dalton drives us to a deserted gas station on the edge of town. He pulls the car into the lot, and he switches off the engine. He turns to face me, and his expression is extra serious. “I’m going to find someone for you to feed on, wait in the car.” Dalton stares at me as he waits for me to agree with him. I don’t speak, I just stare at him. He is so gorgeous. “Rose, do you understand me?” He urges again.
