Darius said nothing. He couldn't see her eyes. Didn't know that his own held fear and pain. He could smell her slight fear and worry. He blinks and waits. Silent for a moment. "Yes. I am a vampire Jasmin." he says honestly. Blinking and wrapping his arms around her waist. Holding her close after she pulled him close to her. He smiles. Loving the feel of her arms around his neck. He actually got a very faint tint of pink on his  cheeks. Barely there yet it was still a blush. Which is hard to even get on a vampire. "I want you close to me too." he kisses her back. Pulling back and groaning. "Don't get cut. Don't bleed Jasmin. I haven't fed in three weeks." he sighs. "I never drain my victums. Heal them and erase me and the event from their minds. Wouldn't EVER do that to you though. In fact...I hadn't ever caught your scent before today." he says honestly. He bites his lip. "Jasmin...I am not just a normal vampire." he sighs. "I am the prince of vampires. Dracula himself is my father."