As much as she loved him, she couldn't stand to lay nose-to-nose with him while he wasn't awake to appreciate it. Vampires, quite possibly, had the worst morning breath of any sentient creature. The pleasanter tones reminded her of the breath of an unhealthy cat, but mostly it smelled like an open wound that wasn't healing properly. That is, if you counted the scent that come out of their mouth when they arose as "morning breath". The didn't breathe, except out of habit, or in so much as they needed to speak; pushing air through their throats like bagpipe players, and the usually weren't up in the morning.
Nancy slipped her feet off the bed and found the hard, cold floorboards of her bedroom. Somehow, that made it all the more perfect. It proved that it was real, and that last night actually happened. She smiled vaguely and pulled her comforter up to cover her chest. It slithered away immediately, as, with a groan, Spencer pulled it over his head.
"Morning." she smiled. He sighed contently and rolled over, only a hand exposed. It clutched at the blanket and held it firmly over his head, but she could understand that, given his condition. She leaned over and kissed the exposed hand.
"I'll go check the curtains, okay Spencer?"
"Put something on before you go to the window." he muttered from beneath the comforter. She smiled again, and slid off of the bed. She picked up the first piece of clothing her foot touched, which happened to be the button-up shirt he had shed the night before. As she dropped it around her shoulders and did two buttons, she reveled in the fact she had his clothes. She turned her head and smelled the collar, drinking in all that was Spencer. The thick, leaded curtains were closed, just as she had left them the night before. A row of magnets were sewn into the edge, and another set of the same had been adhered to her window frame. Both the curtains and the magnets were a matching shade of bright orange, but that was only to be expected of anything bought at WalMart from the dorm section. They were as secure as they'd been the night before.
"It's clear, honey." Nancy called from the window. Her lover shook off the blanket and sat up, switching on her bedside lamp.
As he smiled, the lamplight glistened off of his perfect white fangs and set his pale skin to glowing. Dark hair still managed to cover one eye as the bed-head pulled it in all directions. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and began to pull his jeans on. He was such a poster child for vampirism, the way his hair and tight jeans contrasted with his skin. Nancy smiled, he was so perfect, so adorable. And he loved her.
"I love you, Spencer." she whispered breathlessly. He grinned and raised his arms. Dropping into his lap, she planted a kiss on his mouth. She didn't try to open it, it was so much sweeter this way. And he did have that blood breath problem. He pulled back and brushed her hair away from her face.
"You're so wonderful, Nancy. I keep worrying that some human boy is going to realize that and steal you away from me." She touched his hand and smiled.
"That's not going to happen. I'm always going to be with you, Spencer." She moved forward, but he dropped his hand and turned his face toward the curtained window.
"You don't feel weird being with a vampire?"
"We can't walk in sunlight, but we can still be together. Mixed relationships have been accepted since the integration."
"You know..." he said idly. "It doesn't have to be mixed." Her eyes flashed to him and he set his gaze levelly on her.
They stared at each other, neither saying a word. Her eyes were large and round, but not displeased with the idea. He smiled. He was beautiful. Not handsome, but beautiful. The kind of beauty that only comes from youth. Seventeen. Forever.
She played with the collar of the shirt she wore.
"Will it hurt?" she asked quietly.
"Do you trust me?" was his reply. Nancy looked up at him, then smiled nervously. She undulated into his arms, hands remaining at her collar. He stroked her hair, brushing it slowly away from her neck. Nancy's breathing grew shallow.
"Young and beautiful..." she whispered, nestling her head against his bare chest.
"Forever..." he repeated, lowering his mouth to her neck. The world, for a moment, was caught up in her heartbeat, and he forced air out of his mouth for her sake, faking a breath to brush her clavicle. His fangs extended, and he kissed her neck once before the bite-
"What the hell is going on here?!" The two young lovers sprang apart as if from an outside force.
"Mom!" Nancy squealed.
"Uh... uh this isn't what it looks like, Mrs. Bradley!" Spencer stuttered, grateful he was wearing pants but really wishing he'd also put on a shirt.
"No, I dare say it's much worse!" The middle-aged woman stormed in, her slightly dingy bathrobe flaring out behind her as if it, too, were pissed off. Nancy moved her mouth pointlessly, trying to figure out something she could say in this situation.
"If your dad was here, he'd chase this idiot off with a stake."
"Yeah, I know." Spencer admitted. "Kind of why we didn't do it at his place." Mrs. Bradley narrowed her eyes at the vampire. "Who gave you permission to enter this house in the first place?"
"I think it was-"
"Forty years and you can't recognize a rhetorical question when you hear it! You know, if any other forty-year old man had started dating my teenage daughter, I would have had alot more to say about it!" she snapped.
"So suddenly I'm a child molester?"
"It's not sudden. And shut up, Spencer." Mrs. Bradley snarled. "You're pathetic. Nowhere is it written all vampires shall dress up like emo teenagers. Find your own identity, this one makes you look like an idiot."
"Mom!" Nancy whined, pulling herself into a kneeling position on the bed. The mother ignored this and kept her eyes leveled on the vampire.
"Does your sire know that you're sleeping with a teenager?" she snapped. Spencer scoffed haughtily and fluffed his hair.
"Why would he care if I am? I'm old enough to make my own-"
"-mistakes." Mrs. Bradley finished, "And I do not want you making them with my daughter!"
"Mistake?" Nancy shrieked.
"Are you calling me a mistake?" Spencer asked hostilely.
"No, I'm calling you stupid. Which you are." she snapped. "It's one thing to look like a child for all eternity, but it's another to act like one." Her eyes narrowed. "And to sleep with them is just sick."
"I'm not a child anymore, mom!" she girl whined. "Oh, I hate you I hate you I hate you! You never never never listen to me!"
"Oh, say 'never' again, maybe I'll change my mind." the housewife muttered flatly.
"I don't care what you say, mom!" Nancy screeched, beating her fists against the bed. "We're in love, and he's going to make me one with the darkness!"
"Oh, puh." the mother scoffed. "Spencer, put your pants on; I'm calling your sire. You can't stay here today."
"But if I go into the sunlight, I'll die!" he protested.
"You might have thought of that before you spent the night in a place where you couldn't spend the day!" The woman placed her hands on her hips and stared crossly at him.
"I'm calling your sire, he can find a way to get you out of here. Maybe if you cause enough trouble for him, he can be persuaded to knock some sense into you."
"You don't have to bring my sire into this!" he protested.
"Well, if you can't act responsibly on your own, then yes I do." she retorted. The woman grabbed the boy by the elbow and began to drag him bodily from the room.
"You hate vampires!" Nancy screamed, pounding the edge of her bed. "You hate vampires, you hate Spencer, and you hate the fact that they've integrated!"
"Actually," her mother answered coldly, "I think I'm dealing with the fact they've integrated very well."