After your bath, you and Cain fell asleep. He promised to get you a bra which was nice. You didn't really like not wearing one.

On a stage was a pure white blanket. There was a spotlight on it. It looked like someone was underneath. You sat in an audience full of people you've seen throughout your life. Joel and her family, your stepfather and your biological father, your brother, John and his family, your art teacher... everyone and they all watched the curtain close and then open again.

There, which replaced the white blanket was a pink noose and a woman. A very beautiful woman. It was your mother. She stood atop a wooden chair and then she began to speak in a soothing voice. The same voice she would use when she spoke to you as a young child. You stand up.

"I used to be happy." She toys with the noose. "I used to have a husband that loved me and a neighborhood that adored us both."

You open your mouth to call her, but no sound comes out... you didn't have a mouth.

"I used to be happy. I used to be happy." You mother points to you, smiling lovingly.

"And then I had her." A light shins on you and the crowd boos.... all except Thomas, who just smiled. "I had her and my life was ruined."

You try to leave the theater, but everyone was circled around you.

"You ruined my life." She slipped the pink noose around her neck. "Did you know that pink was my favorite color?" She laughs and the audience laughs too. How dare they? How dare they?!

"Hey (y/n)?"

You look away, but Cayden grabs your head and turns it towards the stage.

"I love you." She say, smiling evilly.

Sarcasm really could be used as a weapon.

She kicked the chair over. You were right in front of her. You were so close that you could touch her feet. She wasn't dead yet, you could save her, but when you went to hold her up, when you went to help her... you arms were pulled back.

And what you saw behind you was Cain. He frowned.

"Don't you love me?" He asks. "You don't need her do you? Am I not enough to make you happy? Don't you want me here with you?"

You couldn't speak, but you tried to answer him. It didn't work.

"You killed her (y/n). Why try saving her now... you'll always have me."

"Always?" You say in your sleep. There were no tears, you just sounded confused... confused and hopeful.

"Always." Cain says, his eyes glowing dangerously.

Earlier, Cain was going to drink your blood. He was craving it especially after the bath. You were just being so cute and it didn't help that he was thinking about fantasies for about half of it. Just before he could even get close enough to sink is fangs into your shoulder, you began talking in your sleep and him, being curious, listened. You were saying simple things at first and then you suddenly told him something special.

"No, you are enough. Don't leave." You say. You sounded panicked.

Cain decided to answer back, smirking. What has got you so riled up?

"You'll always have me." He chuckles.

"Always?" You asked

"Always." He said.

Now it was after your little conversation. He didn't drink from you, he decided to do something far worse. He fed you his blood. He was hoping he would get you to bite him. He wasn't really bothered by pain especially if you were the one inflicting it, but you were indecisive when he asked you about drinking his blood, so he made the choice for you. He was going to make you drink it.

He didn't really feel to bad. The only things that made him particularly sad was the fact that he would never see your (e/c) eyes ever again... oh and he had to kill you. How sad. It was inevitable. He was going to do this ever since you asked him to be your friend. Even if you two just stayed friends, he wouldn't allow you to stay human because you'd eventually pass away and he doubted he be around to save you from that. He wouldn't give you up... you were his first and only friend and his first and only love.

Biting into his right thumb, Cain takes in a bunch of his own blood into his mouth. He would have to drink some of your blood later to heal his wound. Cain wraps his left hand around your neck, pushing his thumb into your throat and cutting off your air ways. He did this all with one hand and used his other hand to cover your eyes, getting his blood all over your face. He didn't want you to see him. After having a hard time breathing, you open your eyes in a sudden panic before calming down completely.

You didn't want to die... you really didn't it want to, but would it be so bad?

It's okay right?

Just like in your dream, you couldn't speak. The difference was that you couldn't see. The pain in your lungs didn't really prove that what was happening wasn't a continuation of your dream. You've felt pain in dreams. Choking was better that watching your mother die over and over again. It was better than looking at Cain's deranged smile as he held you back from saving her.

After the dream version of Cain had told you he would stay with you always, he grinned at you. It was the same one he gave you before he chased after you earlier that day. It still scared you and thinking about the fear still pissed you off. At some point, you had lost all feeling in you body, and your consciousness and unconsciousness begins to fade from the world as you tried you very best to at least take one single breath.

You never did though and Cain placed his lips over yours, forcing you to take all of his blood into your mouth. He loosened his grip just a little to allow you to drink it all, before tightening, his grip stronger than before, not letting you take a breath of air. He didn't want you to die before you could drink it or you'd literally shit yourself and you didn't deserve that type of treatment.

You placed you hand, gently over Cain's. You didn't know if it was him... Cain would never hurt you like this. He told you he wouldn't hurt you. You trusted Cain like a puppy giving complete trust to it's master. He was your world... he would never ever... hurt you.

And so you died, thinking the best of Cain till the very end.