Tempting

Around four o'clock at night I am torn from my dream world by dull noises that come from below into the room illuminated by the moon. Mum and John are sure to be on their way. I can still hear her whispering and I can also hear Conner's voice, didn't he get up to say goodbye? The words cannot be understood by my drowsy mind. Yawning, I straighten up in bed and let my good and bad side argue in my head about whether I should get up again to say goodbye to both of them. Or rather let me fall back into bed and snuggle up under the cozy blanket again. Since my good side is too tired to fight, the bad side wins a battle that has not started. My body sinks down onto the warm, wrinkled sheet. The eyelids contract again. I'll take care of the spell, don't worry. Are these really Conner's words? What is that supposed to mean? What spell? And it's getting dark again. My dreams peacefully fill the rest of the night, as always, I dream of him, whoever he may be. The bright rays of the sun that bring warmth into my room wake me up again. This time I can wake up peacefully. The house sounds very quiet. No giggles from my mum from the kitchen. Also no loud slamming of doors. John just never manages to use doorknobs. He keeps dropping the doors shut. I finally manage to crawl out of bed. I grabbed fresh underwear with a top and shorts from my closet. With a heavy step, my body strolls into the bathroom, where I hop under the shower and enjoy my morning warm water. After the little relaxation it feels better. I quickly put on the fresh things and walk out of my room towards the kitchen, singing. I feel very relaxed today. Below is no human soul or, to be more precise, no vampiric person waiting for me. It's such a beautiful morning and I have the feeling that there is still a beautiful day waiting for me today. With a cup of strong coffee and a splash of blood, I collapse on the living room sofa. Where I pull myself into cartoons and feel transported back to my younger days. Whenever I watch these programs from back then, it reminds me of the past, when everything was normal, when I didn't know anything about vampires and all that stuff. Where I only had to share Mum with the TV and a cup of coffee in the morning.

"Hey, aren't we a bit too old for such programs? I thought you were 17 already?"

A grinning Conner appeared next to the sofa. He leans over the armrest and looks at the television. Its meanwhile well-known scent penetrates my nose. Immediately I feel secure.

"No, cartoons are classics and you can never be too old for them."

I answered him with a wink. Turning my head allows me to see him better. He throws a smile in my direction. I pound the empty space next to me and make him a suggestion.

"Why don't you sit down and I'll make you a cup of coffee too?"

He scratches the back of his head, playing thoughtfully.

"Sounds tempting."

He gives me an answer and hops over the armrest to me. A slight shaking of the sofa can be felt. I straighten up. I quickly go into the kitchen and prepare a cup of coffee for him. So we sit for a few minutes sipping and laughing in front of the television. He keeps making fun of the cartoons. Whereupon he has to take a few bumps from me. Then it occurred to me again.

'Did you say goodbye to Mum and John this morning? I thought I heard your voice? ''

A short twitch in his face can be heard.

'' No, I slept. You must have imagined it. ''

He smiles kindly. But I have a very strong feeling that he just lied to me. But why should he? I take care of the magic. It echoes in my head Did I imagine it?

"Tell me, Jenny, what are you doing for the weekend?"

He has no reason to lie to me. So that's it for me. I roll my eyes what a question. The answer is obvious.

"I think 'nothing' like I do every day."

I say questioningly. Pull my shoulders up and raise my hands open in the air.

"Well, I wanted to go to a little house party on Saturday evening and if you want you can come with me. Just please stay close to me, because there will be people too. And do you want to?"

He loosely puts an arm around me and casually shrugs his shoulders.

"A party? That sounds really great, but I don't know if I can make it that long among people without jumping on anyone, we've only ever made short trips among people and that's hard enough for me. Then comes The second problem is that I don't have anything to wear for a party. "

I look at him with my big dog eyes whereupon he comes towards me with astonishment. Timidly he pulls his arm away again and turns another bit in my direction.

"You wonder if you can get there without killing anyone and yet you are already thinking about your outfit? Really only women can do that. The answer to your first question is me, you know that I take care of you and if I see you lose your temper, I'll get you out of there immediately. To get to your second question, we're just going shopping today. It's also a good exercise for your self-control, and I'm not referring to that the mastery to spend money on junk, but not to jump at anyone's throat on mastery. "

I am filled with joy. That would be a pleasant change. A party. I haven't been to many parties yet.

"So the suggestion with the bottle sounds undeniable."

I grin at him. A slight shiver runs down his face. As if he had only now understood that he proposed to go shopping with me, to go for a drink with a girl.

"Then we should leave right away, I don't know how long it will take."

I propose to him. Whereupon he looks at me frightened. He withdraws a little.

"You want to go now to finish your shopping tonight? It's ten o'clock!"

He points to his watch.

"Yes, I know, but when we get back we have to eat something and get ready for bed and this and that, it all takes time!"

I tell him everything. While I clarify things on my fingers. He's still sitting there, spellbound, with an unbelievable mine.

"Little one, please don't make me regret proposing to you."

His voice sounds questioning. A strand falls in his face, which he smoothly pulls back again.

"Conner that's really mean of you."

First he makes the party tasty for me and now he doubts his decision. I turn away pouting. He groans.

"Yes, that's okay, just give me two hours, I still have to do some business for my father."

He continues to annoy me and is about to get up.

"Okay .. but Conner?"

I keep him moving with my words.

"Yes?"