Thirst, chapter 6
I was so not in the mood to talk to anyone, but it was Isabelle at the door, I could tell. So I went to go answer it. Sigh. Well first I went to shove all the random junk cluttering the main table off into a trashcan. Entertaining guests wasn't one of the most pressing matters on my mind.
"Good evening." Isabelle chirped shyly, which is sort of an oxymoron, but she did it. I guess her entire demeanor was just pretty shy, so everything she did seemed like she was doing it with reserve. Anyway, she was obviously in a good mood tonight, which was just dandy. The very sight of her put me at ease, and I was once again aware of the strange way I felt her presence like a part of myself. "How are you doing tonight?" Heh
for vampires I guess idioms like that were reversed. Like saying "good morning" was like saying "good night" for humans.
"Not too good. This vampire business is a pain in the neck." I tried to stifle a smile at