she looked back at her desk and said , thank you for coming up . he clapped his hand to his forehead . i asked it very softly , watching his face . `` i 'm glad you 're amused , '' he muttered . you know that 's just your imagination , don 't you ? why would she have been writing about a boy she had a crush on at eight ? they drank only small amounts of blood when they fed , just enough to survive . '' 