"Who the Hell are you?" He asks, barely audible amidst the clicks his molars were making. The talon marks that I had planted on his cheek are dripping crimson. It comes close to touching me, but I push off those feelings. I am NOT his friend. He doesn't know me or who I really am.

He doesn't know he loves me.

"Well?" His deep brown eyes dig past the leather-spandex hybrid that conceals every inch of my skin. "Who are yo