I swallow. He missed everything... The fact that I'm...what I am. What if he holds it against---
Just as I try to finish my thought, a nurse walks in, "I know what you are, and get out before we call the cops."
"What?" I ask, "He's my fiancè."
She comes to me and gets out a shot filled with vervain, enjecting it in my neck and making me pass out, "Dont worry. She won't bother you again," She tells him, dragging me away.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!