Request - Liam Dunbar “The Vampire and the Wolf”

“Truth or dare?” Scott stared at you and you started to smile.
“Dare.” You couldn’t pick something else. You couldn’t pick the truth with the risk of being exposed, of your friends finding out what you were, of the pack discovering that you were a vampire.
You were a vampire. You wouldn’t have a problem with the dare. They wouldn’t be able to come up with something you couldn’t do, something you wouldn’t do.
“I dare you to kiss the hottest wolf in the room.” Scott smiled and your eyes stared at Liam without even thinking about it. He was the hottest wolf in the room. Scott had known that. Liam had known that. Everyone had known that.
It was a good thing that you couldn’t blush, it was a good thing that you seemed always a lot calmer than you actually were.
“Are you okay with that?” You winked and smiled at Liam. You knew that he had an even bigger crush on you and you already crawled towards him before he was nodding.
“Yes…” He whispered and you smiled, placing your cold hand on his cheek. The pack had always thought that you just felt this cold because they felt this warm. You had known better, but you had not planned on telling them anything.
You knew that they were werewolves, banshees, coyotes, foxes. You knew that they probably wouldn’t judge you, wouldn’t say anything about it. But you were just happy that for once people considered you normal, human, ordinary and you were not ready to give that up yet.
“Okay…” You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. You pressed your lips on Liam’s mouth and you felt how he kissed you back. It felt good, better than you had expected, better than you had dreamed off.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and slowly you lost yourself. You felt his tongue in your mouth, you felt his hands wandering over your back and you forgot for a moment where you were, with whom you were, what you were.
“Ouch!” You looked up when Liam pulled himself out of the kiss. His finger touching his lip, his eyes wide open staring at you. For a moment you shook your head, not really knowing what had happened, but then you lifted your hand up, touching your face.
Your fangs were sharp, almost hurting your own fingertips. You could see everyone staring at you, drips of Liam’s blood on your lips.
“I’m so sorry…” You stood up and turned around, not bothering about grabbing your coat, not trying to come up with a silly explanation. You could see the fear in their eyes, you could see how even the wolves looked pale white, how everyone seemed frozen, not even daring to move an inch.
“I’m really sorry….” You just started to run. Away from the pack, away from your friends, away from Liam, away from the shattered illusion of a fragile human.