TheClosetKidnapper

Preston I wrap an arm around her shoulders, removing my hand, and look at the window across the room.

Preston I flash a smile back and set a hand on the side of her face.

Preston I don't take my eyes off of her, sitting back.

Preston I lightly smile back but don't say anything, studying her again.

Preston "How so?" I ask, studying her.

Preston I keep a straight expression, "It makes a great difference. I have more experience."

Preston I shrug, "I've been one since birth. That's fifty years."

Preston I study her, "And how would you know about being a real vampire, Jules?"

He could just be falsely accused. Maybe the teacher that was the eyewitness is one of the antagonists in disguise, and his main goal is to get everyone suspicious looking ...

Preston "We don't age," I remind her. "How would you look like an old person?"

Preston "Keep at it and you'll look like a child again," I retort, watching her.

Preston I study her before nodding and facing forward, "Never prey on the innocent. The horrible people... those who have done wrong... They have the richest blood. It isn't as ...

Preston Hesitating, I walk toward her and sit at her side on the couch, "What are you doing here?"

Preston I watch her, crossing my arms over my chest, and sigh. Due to my parents' teaching, I control my thirst and find that I'm not tempted at all.

Just with more blonde than black. Preston I stand and walk towards her, leaning against the wall, "You just snapped his neck, sweetheart. He's not going to be alive."