He coughed one more time and black blood was spat out. John, scared, glanced up to Jake, who had his hand on his head, as he looked even paler than the usual.

A murmur came out of Roselyn's lips, "death is coming for you." She said in a trembled preoccupied voice.

Jake put his hands on his head and leaned against the wall in desperation. "The poison is killing you."

"What poison?" Roselyn asked as she slowly got up from the bed to reach John.

Jake clenched his teeth, staring at her, his eyes emanated anger. "The poison he absorbed from your body!" He spat, as if she was her fault.

"Why would you do it?" She glanced at John, shaking her head as she disapproved of his gesture. "Because you could have died." He murmured. His eyes emanated a weak spark, and his heartbeat was low. He breathed labored and he was warned out of energies.

"Vampires don't have blood in their veins. That's why we have to constantly eat and drink animal meat, to keep us alive. But if the poison he absorbed was a high dosage, then it may be drastic to his health.".

Roselyn's eyes filled with tears, looking at her loved one who hardly managed to keep his eyes open.

"But your bodies shall have curative powers?" She asked in a desperate voice, holding John's hand, which was colder than usual.

"Not when the damage is internal and this severe," Jake replied as he walked forward and backward around the room nervously.

"What can we do?" Roselyn asked again, and he nervously glowered at her. "Maybe next time avoid putting yourself in trouble."

Roselyn ignored his lack of touch as she understood the nervousness he felt seeing his best friend risking his life for a lady he didn't know.

"Leave the room." She commanded.

Her order made him widen his eyes and giggle right after. He leaned closer to her as he whispered: "you can give order to your maids and servants but let me remind you I am not one of them."

By his response, she understood why he and John were so close because they were identical and had the same harsh attitude.

"I can order them to bring you outside." She smiled in a challenging way and she stretched her hand to point the door. "Or you can walk outside by yourself."

Jake groaned at her, his lips thinned to murmur "if when I come back he is dead I will kill you."

She ignored his threat to walk toward the door and opened it. After the last glow he gave her, he finally walked outside.

Roselyn reached John, who had his eyes closed, dark circles around his eyes. Through the paleness of his skin, she could see his veins, which became black-colored.

"It's my turn to try to save you now." She whispered. The lady closed her eyes and placed her hand on his. She had powers too and maybe, if lucky enough, her powers to bring the plants alive could evolve to save also supernatural creatures? The girl did not know, but it was worth a try.

Taking a long breath while she gathered all her energies she linked to him. She shut her eyes. As she felt immersed in darkness, she could feel the pain he was in. It was excruciating pain, like if he had broken all her bones in scattered fractures, and at the same time a burning sensation ran through her veins.

She kept strong. On her hand appeared green sparkles that John's skin absorbed. The more she kept bearing the pain, the more her touch emanated those curative sparks that were intensifying and speeding up John's body's curative capabilities.

In her mind drifted all the scenes and all the lives that John had taken. At each murder, she experienced Roselyn, felt her heart sinking into pain and disappointment. She didn't expect him to have killed so many people and in such terrible ways.

A cough escaped from his mouth, waking Roselyn from her trace, opening her eyes up until her visions stopped but left her with a confused look on her pale face.

She forced a smile to hide her thoughts. "You cured me." He said, gazing at his arm that was sparkling as he felt refreshed and recovered.

She nodded. "I owed it to you. Now we're even."

"I can read it in your eyes that you saw it. You saw what I can do when I lose control of my anger."

She glanced down at the floor as those images were haunting her, leaving her in concern. Which one was the truest version of him? The guy she knew, the caring one who would sacrifice his own life to save her, or the person who killed all those people?

"I like to think this is a strange twist of fate. You're the kindest person I know. So beautiful and precious while I am a cold-hearted guy hunted by his demoniac nature." John leaned over to her, gently lifting her chin so that she could meet his gaze.

When Roselyn did, he smiled. "Your nature allows you to create life, mine allows me to take it."

He chuckled shyly. "I am not forcing you to accept my darker side, but maybe we were destined to meet. You are the peace to my senses, the sun to my darkness, the reason that wakes me up in the morning. I hate the way you make me feel, so vulnerable and sensitive."

His gaze moved to her peachy lips. He stroked her hair behind her ear. "At the same time I love it because, in all my immortal existence, I have never felt more alive."

Roselyn finally smiled, as she understood that he didn't have two opposite sides. He just had one, the evilest vampire in the village.. But when with her, his heart melted that ice shield to reveal a completely different person who only she could have access to.