• Oh, God! I'm screwed if I can't find any normal people food for Donnie. Hmmm.... Gabriel always forces us to eat normal food with our blood. He always says that it's good practice for when we're out in the world of humans. I used to think that that was a bull s**t reason, until now that is. One of the easier ways to disguise blood is by eating pasta so we normally kept a good amount of it in the house. The reason why it's easier to disguise it is because tomato sauce is the same deep red color blood is.
    "Umm... Donnie? Do you want me to make some pasta?" I ask going into the pantry to grab a box. "Sure. I love pasta!" he says enthusiastically. That was far too close for comfort. I sigh before starting to bring a pot of water to a boil. As I wait for it to boil, I take a seat next to Donnie at the table. "We don't have much tomato sauce." I say. "Huh? Oh, that's okay." he smiles before saying "I don't really like tomato sauce with my pasta anyway." "Really? So you eat it bland. That's kinda gross." I wrinkle my nose. He laughs and says "No way! I hate it bland! I eat it with ketchup." Ketchup? I don't even think normal humans eat it with that. "That's odd." I murmur. "Hey, don't knock it 'til you've tried it. It actually tastes pretty good." "Okay. At least we have plenty of that." I said. We had one bottle of untainted ketchup. I say untainted because Gabe mixed blood with ketchup so we could eat more normal food like hamburgers and other foods that are eaten with ketchup. "Yay!" Donnie smiles.
    I lean over and kiss his smiling lips. He wraps his arms around my neck and lengthens the kiss even though I hadn't meant for that to happen. I smirk and kiss him harder. He laughs and then kisses back slighter harder than I had. I'm about to push it even farther when the water begins to boil. "Gah! No fair." I pout, getting up to pour the food in.
    I'm standing there stiring it over and over again, completely bored out of my mind. I sigh and sudden a pair of arms wrap around my waist. I turn and see Donnie grinning childishly at me. See what I mean by he's a hell of a lover? I turn back to the food and continue to stir. Then he kisses my neck. I shiver out of pleaser and he smirks happily in the crook of my neck. He nibbles a bit and I turn around quickly and in mock exhasperation say "Ah! Can't you see I'm trying to cook? How can you do that and not expect me to kiss you?" He smiles that beautiful crooked smile and I bend down and kiss those warm lips of his.
    He still has a hold of my waist and I get ahold of his. Such a wonderful scene. If only someone could record this. Me and my boyfriend in the kitchen, with me making food and him with his arms around my waist. Such a perfect scene in my mind and that scene is perfect reality. "Mmmm... I love you." I murmur into his neck. "I love you too." He whispers into my hair. I reach behind me and turn the stove off, while still kissing him.
    I reach down and grab his legs and wrap them around my hips. "Aahh!" he laughs. I continue to kiss him but I'm walking now. I lift him up and set him on one of the counters. "How.. romantic..." he says in between kisses. "Mmm-hmm." I moan as his tongue crosses the threshold of my mouth. Our tongues move in a type of tango; it's knida funny. Then out of nowhere Donnie's tummy grumbles. Aww! That was cute!
    "Oh! I'm sorry, I kept you from eating. Heehee." I say, stealing one last kiss. He giggles and murmurs "S'kay. I liked kissing you better." I blush and go and get him some a bowl of the pasta and get myself one as well. I go into the fridge and find some leftover sauce for me and an untainted bottle of ketchup for my love. I pour the sauce over my pasta and hand Donnie his pasta and ketchup. "Thanks." he tells me in the sweetest of all voices. "You're welcome." I say. "Heehee. You're so cute!" he interjects. "No way. You're way cuter." I object. "Suuurre." he mutters childishly. I walk over and hand him a fork. He's still sitting on the counter and is the picture of all things wonderfully adorable and childish. I sigh happily.
    Wow, he was really hungry. He ate all that food fairly quickly, which made me wonder whether he's eaten latley. "Umm... Donnie?" I ask slowly, guarded. "Hmm?" he asks happily. "Have you eaten much lately, 'cause you seem pretty hungry?" I question. He thinks for a moment before answering. "Not really... I ate a big lunch a few days ago though..." "What?!" I shout angrily. He covers his ears and mutters "Don't yell at me. It's scary." "I'm sorry. I just don't want you to become unhealthy. You already look far too skinny for your age and height. You really should eat more often." I mumble the last two sentences. He sighs and uncovers his ears. "I know but I hardly eat at home because I can't stand to be around my dad and breakfast and lunch don't really appeal to me very much..." I nod knowingly. I know how that feels. Before I was... bitten I used to be the same way and I felt better after my transformation because I didn't have to eat anything, just drink. I shudder at a memory of a woman I had drank from that I would rather leave forgotten.
    "Look, you should at least eat more now. You don't have to if you don't wan to though, I would just rather you do, to at least let me know that your getting some food today." He nods and jumps off the counter and helps himself to more of what I had cooked for him. I pinch the bridge of my nose to calm myself down. "Please don't be mad at me." a sad voice mutters from next to me. I sigh and let go of my nose. I hug him tightly and stand there like that. "I'm not mad, I could never be mad. I'm... frustrated." I admit. He starts to tremble in my arms and I only hold him tighter to me. "I'm sorry." he apologizes.
    "It's okay. You know you can always come for dinner here. Gabe's been dying to meet you." His eyes look wide and childish. "R-r-realy?" he stutters. "Y-y-yes." I say, messing with his hair. "But's he's my doctor, he already knows me." is his funny little excuse. "Yes, but he doesn't know you as my boyfriend." I laugh. He looks at the floor, embarrassed. "Aww! C'mon, please don't worry. He already likes you, he wants to meet you as my boyfriend, is all." I tell him because he stays silent and looks at the ground. "Okay." he mumbles and looks me in the eyes. Lord, those green eyes of his were so captivating! I continue to look into them for what feels like days.
    "Chris. You're making me feel self consious, is something wrong?" I quickly shake my head and come back to reality. "I'm perfectly fine." I mutter. I bend down and whisper against his smooth skin "Mmm... You have such pretty eyes. Did you know that?" I can feel Donnie's skin get hot after I say this. "No... but thank you." he says, holding me tighter. I smell his neck. His blood smelled so good! NO! I can never think like that and loose my cool. Never can I do that! I pull away nonchalantly. His eyes look sad as I do this. "I love you." I say, taking hold of his hand. His eyes sparkle and he squeals "I love you too!"
    "Anything you feel like doing?" I ask calmly setting him on the counter and leaning up against his legs. He laughs as I do this. "Hmm..." he thinks to himself. "What?" I ask. "Oh! I know!" he exclaims, happily clapping his hands together. "What do you got in mind?" I prod. "Heehee! It's a surprise!" he giggles. I sigh happily and agree "Okay. I'm guessing you're going to want to take the car, huh?" "You know me so well! Oh and I want to blindfold you, can I?" he asks. "I love the way you ask permission! Sure you can, if you give me a kiss." I turn around and just as soon as I do his lips crush mine with a beautiful combination of lust and love. "Wow, my boy is such a goooood kisseer!" I say, stealing one other kiss. "Thanks," he blushes before continuing with, " Time for the blindfold! Bwahaha!" I laugh at his childish ways. "I have an old tie in my room, we can use that." He nods in agreement. "Does someone want a piggy back?" I ask as he is about to get down to follow me. "Okay!" Donnie says exicitedly. I pull him onto my back and hold his legs to keep him up there.
    He begins kissing up and down my neck. I shiver as he does this; he is so sweet when he is a lover. I never wish to hurt him, ever. I suppose that that is what always stops me when I get even the slightest though of biting him. I shudder at the thought of what would happen if something went wrong. What if he found out what I was and was too frightened to go out with a monster? I'm not sure if I could go on, so I think I'm going to keep him in the dark just a little bit longer; he seems more content like that...