Trust

Tyler leaned on the back of the chair. "Don't worry, I won't kill you." Like that would calm me down. I tried to move. I couldn't. I felt the magic harder than ever. It made me smile. It made me say "Well, then, what now?" He moves his hands. He moved beside me. A couch formed from the chair. My chains were gone. My clothes looked like I was a 3 year old from an anime. He snuggled close to me. A living room was now where we were. A TV lay in front of us. My head was resting on his shoulder. We were watching, I don't remember. I felt tired for once. I was slowly drifting off to sleep. But, then, he moved my neck. He put my head laying on his arm. He leaned down, and, fed from me. Typical vampire garbage. It didn't hurt though. It felt weird but, if I were to die by blood lose, that would take months. I remember his hair tickled my shoulder. I almost moved it, but remembered that would be stupid to show I was awake. Instead, when he stopped, I slowly opened my eyes. He obviously didn't tell they were open, but then the dark magic did something to me. I put my arm around his neck, leaned forward, and kissed his cheek. I absolutely hate dark magic. He didn't care. In fact, he pulled me in front of him, and, uh, we made out. It was weird, and I knew I was suppose to hate him, but I didn't. Once we stopped ( thank goodness we did) he just talked to me. He knew what I liked to listen to. He knew my hobbies. He knew who I was as a person, and yet, I thought he was fine. I think he seduced me when we slept together. Yep, dark magic made us sleep together. And, how do I say this, he was fine himself. He was kind, he was genuinely a good person, but he was CHARMING.