A loud gasp from behind me made me turn my head instantly and I caught all my female classmates ogling my vampire. I should have probably been a little jealous, but I wasn’t even slightly surprised. I understood well the state they were in; I had acted exactly the same way the first time I had seen him. He was just too exquisite not to stare at. I looked up at him again: his silky black hair was framing his pale face perfectly, making me want to run my fingers through its smoothness. His god-like sculpted body, clad in a dark shirt and tight black sexy jeans, was begging to be touched. Everything about him was perfect, from his straight nose, through kissable lips to his long slim artist’s fingers. I felt thoroughly captivated by his beauty again – just like the girls behind me that were seeing him for the first time!

I left his narrow ruby eyes for the dessert. They were my favorites of his marble features to look at. I would always get lost in the fire inside them; the pure blazing inferno that burned me to the core. But this time when my gaze slid slowly over his face towards those two crimson orbs, they rendered me speechless for a different reason. They weren’t two flames anymore; they had frozen into black cold coals. This can mean no good, I thought.

Edward rushed nimbly to my seat, almost forgetting in his state to move as slow as humans. He forcefully grabbed my arm, probably making a few bruises in the process, and dragged me out of the room without a word. I only felt shocked glances on my back and heard the professor’s faint protest before the door slammed shut.

“What the…!” I shouted, but my boyfriend didn’t allow me to finish as he pulled me down the stairs. I stumbled a few steps and almost fell, but he suddenly sped up causing us to almost fly through the corridors. Not even for a second did he stop, until we reached the school’s backyard. Only then did he release my arm from his painful grip. I caught my balance at the last moment. Edward spun around to face me; his arms were folded on his chest, his face showing his hardly-controlled anger. I cowered inside; what had I done to deserve his rage? Was he going to break up with me on the Valentine’s Day? Or maybe even kill me, like he had promised that memorable first day? Both thoughts made me shudder in panic.

“What have you done?! Are you crazy?! Do you really want to die that much?!” the vampire hissed through clenched teeth.

“What do you mean?” I asked weakly, trying desperately to remember my fault.

He reached a hand in his pocket and pulled out a small crystal bottle with scarlet liquid inside, decorated with a thin purple ribbon. I cringed, feeling my face changing colors: from natural to red, and finally to white.

Oops. I guess it wasn’t such a great idea to give him a bottle of my blood as a Valentine’s Day present…