Playmate - part 1

1st part of my English essay. To be honest, I'm not sure what to say...

Playmate

Liam starred at her face. He knew it was rude but she was asleep, so he didn’t really care at all. Besides, it was nearly 10 centuries ago his mother taught him about how to behave; most important how not to. He wondered if angels like her had the same needs as humans, such as sleep or food. Maybe she was just pretending to be dreaming and was looking right back at him through her long, beautiful, black lashes? There was only one way to find out, he thought to himself and reached out his small hand.
The first night they had met on playground, he had promised her that he would not touch her without her permission. He really wanted to keep that promise, but she had let him touch her all night, so what was the different now? Hopefully, the contract with the “Yes Liam, you may” in it hadn’t expired just yet.
Firstly, he waved gently his hand right in front of her pale face. No reaction. How far could he go? He waved a little harder, let a gentle wind stroke her hair and put his face next to hers. She was asleep and the feeling of pride rose up inside him. She dared to sleep in his company. She dared to close her eyes with him lying right next to her.
“You must not be afraid,” he had commanded her that night they met.
- “I’m not afraid and that’s what scares me.”
Liam knew why she wasn’t afraid. A few minutes before he had spoken those words she had drank his blood. Not much, but enough to heal the swollen part of her cheek and to make him, seem a bit more attractive to her. A sneaky trick he used with the ones he wanted. The precious ones. The ones who laughed when he told jokes, jokes he had practiced for a long time just to give response to all the things that didn’t really mattered to him, but was important to humans and the assimilated creatures. The very few, who wanted to assimilate. Most vamps didn’t dare to assimilate, it was way too dangerous.
Anthony, his maker, never liked the vampires, who wanted to live among humans.
“They do not deserve to call themselves pure blooded” he always said. He was a good teacher for Liam, no doubt about that. Taught him about everything Liam would need to know about everything; about how to communicate properly, how to hunt, how to control people and break into their minds and how to realize, that he was on top of the food chain, master of the world’s ecosystem. He even taught him seven out of the sixteen languages he knew, which became very useful during the First and Second World War.