Silver's POV

He's doing it again. He's looking at me like that, again. It's almost as if he's trying not to jump me, or something like that. He's usually trying to get close to me, both physically and emotionally, it's so annoying most of the time. Although, I think I prefer that to this. Lately, I feel as if he's trying to avoid me. I'm not sure why he would be avoiding me, or why it's bothering me so much. Shouldn't I be glad that he's finally leaving me alone. This is bothersome.

I've tried confronting him, but he keeps using stupid excuses to get out of the situation. Not today though, the others have to go home now, nothing to use as an excuse to leave, and I still have about an hour before Mother and Sister come looking for me. Ever since I found my birth mother and sister, I've felt really awkward around them, so I try not to be home much.

The others are leaving now, and it may be my mind playing tricks on me, but Gold seems to be getting tenser by the minute. They've all left now and he's staring at me again, this time, though, his gaze is harder, tenser, like he's suppressing a strong urge. Time to get this over with.

"Gold, I'm just going to get straight to the point, why have you been avoiding me lately?"

He squeezed his eyes shut. Then he took a deep breath, and opened his eyes.

"I don't know what your talking about Silver."

"Do you think I'm an idiot? Did you think I wouldn't notice how every time we happen to be alone, you practically run out of the room? If that isn't avoidance, then tell me what is it?"

As you can see I have a short temper. Gold winced and if I didn't know any better I'd say he was slightly in pain. Maybe he really is suppressing something and it's finally getting to him.

"Silver, first calm down. Now whatever you do don't get angry. Sorry, but I'm not going to tell you. It's for your own safety."

Don't get angry? Don't get angry? How am I suppose to not get angry when he doesn't answer my question? Alright, fine, count to ten…

"Fine, don't tell me. Will you at least tell me why you keep looking at me like that?"

"I can't."

I grit my teeth.

"Why not?"

The secrecy was starting to really get to me. Sure me and Gold aren't really buddy-buddy, and sure I insult him a lot, and harm him on an almost daily basis…but we still trust each other a fair amount. It would be so much simpler if Gold weren't so stubborn. Normally, I wouldn't care if he were doing this to someone else, but it involves me so I need to know what is happening to him and why.

"Silver, if I told you why, either you wouldn't believe me or you would and who knows what would happen then."

"Gold just tell me! if your making this big a deal about this, then obviously it's real, as for what would happen, you should let me decide that!"

Gold winced again, this time more violently. Worried, I grabbed his shoulders to steady him. He fell to a crouch and I followed, steadying him since he was swaying a bit. For once my hair wasn't in my face, earlier Blue had suggested I tied it since it was annoying me at the time. I took one hand off his shoulder and tried to get him to look at me.

"Gold? Gold, are you ok? Gold don't ignore me!"

After a few minutes Gold finally looked up and he looked exhausted. Then his gaze shifted from my face to my neck and his eyes widened by a fraction.

"Silver listen, I need you...to get away...from me. Now!"

"Gold, what are you-"

"Now Silver! My control is slipping. You'll probably have about minute at best."

I had no idea what he was he was talking about, or why he seemed to be in pain. I was about to tell him that, when I was struck with realization. If Gold, the constant comedian of the group, was worried, then this must be bad, whatever this is.

What happened next, I'm not to sure about. One second, Gold was in pain on the ground with me steadying him, and the next Gold was straddling while pinning my arms next to my head. I noticed he was smirking, not that that was unusual for him, but his canines seemed longer and sharper than normal. Also, his eyes weren't their usual warm, mischievous golden color, but rather a blood red hue with a dark glint.

"I told you to run didn't I? You would've had a chance, slim as it would've been, to live. I feel a bit bad for you, becoming a meal at such a young age, and what with us being something like friends, but blood is blood. You do deserve some answers though. Why am did I chose you as a meal? Your blood is one of the strongest, one of the most temptation filled. I've told myself time and time again, that I can't drink your blood, we're somewhat friends after all. On the other hand my instincts tell me to ignore that and just drink it.

For a long time I was able to ignore my instincts decently. Then, it happened. Do you remember last week when you stayed for dinner, you wanted to help prepare it. Mom told you to chop the vegetables and you cut yourself. I nearly lost it then and there. Ever since then, the thought of your blood won't leave my head. I want it so badly. I really do feel bad about what's about to happen, but it really does call out for me, I was fighting a losing war."

I'm not to sure how to react to that. Oddly enough, I'm not too angry, mostly shocked, and maybe just a smidge bit scared. I watch as he lowers his head to my neck. At least now I know why Gold was avoiding me. It's a bit strange to know that the person I considered a friend (not that I was going to tell him) is a vampire, who will soon be drinking my blood in a few short seconds. That's quite a bit to take in. It's beginning to hit me. I'm probably about to die, so why am I just waiting for it?

I'm not about to go down without a fight! I jerk my arm free, and take advantage of the momentary surprise and punch him in the cheek with almost all my strength. He staggers a bit and I see his canines growing duller and back to normal, while his eyes go lose the dark glint and go back to they're usual gold. Though I hate to admit it, I feel a bit better now that he's back to normal, even though it was technically Gold that did all of that. He looks at me and starts apologizing repeatedly.

"Gold, I'm not going to lie and say it's alright because it's not, so stop apologizing and get off me."

Gold got off me and I'm starting to feel the first tingles of anger, though weaker than normal. Though it is outweighed by my worry.

"I really do feel bad about what I did, Silver."

"You idiot, it wasn't really your fault, you're instincts beat you."

"That's one way to look at it, I guess, but I'll always be sorry, you could have died if you hadn't reacted."

I stared at Gold for a bit, the small embers of anger dying, now I was registering that one of the few people I trust just tried to kill me, and then regretted it, along with being a vampire. This is so weird, so not right. I just sigh, and nod at him. I head for the door while still feeling that burning gaze on the back of my neck, I have a lot to think about.