As soon as Vician jumped, a small cry escaped Lexi's lips.  Her heart was beating a million miles a minute, blood pounding through her veins, by the time he landed in front of her, and she almost screamed when he bared his fangs.  She didn't expect him to pin her against the tree and kiss her neck, and as he did so, little jolts of electricity coursed through her body.<br/><br/>When he suddenly let go and backed away, she didn't move for a moment.  Slowly, she lowered her arms to her sides and took a step, not to run but instead towards him.  Her voice was full of false bravado when she said quietly, "I'm not afraid of you."  She was lying, and they both knew it.  Louder this time, she said again, "I'm not scared of you.  If you wanted me dead, you wouldn't have saved me last night."<br/><br/>She wanted to know what he was.  Her mind was screaming at her that he wasn't what she was thinking, that there was no such thing.  There had to be a better explanation.  One that didn't make her crazy and Vician a vampire.