She didn't appear to be looking at anything. Her eyes were glazed over, as if she was watching far more pleasant images off in the distance.

"More damning – excuse the pun – evidence that vampires cannot exist is the fact that it is impossible to live on a diet of blood alone. You body would…" Bella's head snapped up, and I stopped listening.

She stared in horror at the TV, shaking her head wildly. "Bella?" I was scared. How the hell could vampires cause such a reaction in her?

"I – I have to – to…" She stood up quickly and bolted for the stairs, but I stepped in front of her.

"Bella, what's wrong? Please, talk to me!"

"I have to go!" she shrieked at me, and pushed her way past me and into her room.

I was right behind her, but I couldn't reach her fast enough to stop her from locking her door.

I pounded sharply on it. "Bella, come out, now."

She didn't answer, but I heard a thump on the other side of the door, and realized she had crumpled to the floor. 

"Please… go away," she muttered.

"No, I won't. What's the matter? Do vampires scare you?"

I heard her scramble to her feet, and then the door opened. She looked awful. If she'd had fangs and red eyes, she could almost pass for a vampire herself.

"No," she hissed at me. "No, I am not scared of vampires. I was merely appalled by what that stupid show was saying. What do they know, anyway? Burned by the sun, sleeping in coffins, killing people!" She fell silent for a moment. Then she gazed at me in all seriousness.

"They don't all kill people,"she whispered

Her face dissolved in tears, and she shut the door again. 

I leaned against the wall next to it, wondering what she'd meant. She obviously believed what she'd said. I slowly walked down the stairs and to the couch, where I turned my gaze to the TV. 

"Coming March third, and exclusive special on the Discovery Channel, Werewolves and Their History…"

Hmm. Maybe Bella would appreciate humans turning into wolves at the full moon. I mused over the oddities she'd spoken about vampires. She'd almost scoffed over some of the most well-known vampiric traits. Burned by the sun, sleeping in coffins, killing people! 

What if…? I shook my head. Not possible. Too many years of too many myths were ingrained into me. The only thing she'd said that might have had a ring of truth to it was her saying, They don't all kill people. Her face had been fervent with belief as she'd said that. Maybe…

And maybe I was reading into things I shouldn't. Try to forget it, I told myself sternly. No use puzzling over unimportant things.

Still, I thought as I turned off the TV. I would make a great vampire.