That night, as Arthur slept. I did my best to look after him. However, it didn't take long for Lucile to find me. She stood outside the window of Arthur, and I quietly got up from the bed to talk to her. "What do you want?" I asked, closing the window behind me. "So this is the human?" She asked with a smirk. "Mind your business," I demanded. "Oh, come on, I wouldn't do anything to him. However, Ivan is coming to town soon, and he won't be as happy about it," She snickered. "I get that.... that's why I'm planning on leaving him soon," I said sadly.

"Awww, don't make me laugh. Maybe you should give in and get a little taste out of him?" She smiled. "I would never do something like that to him," I said. Nearly raising my voice above hers. "Calm down... it's just a suggestion. But he does look like he tastes sweet; I might consider it," she laughed. Lucile waved at me and jumped off the ledge. I realized that I hadn't gone to feast yet and I knew that if I didn't do it soon... my hunger would get worse. "I'll ignore it for now," I said to myself.

I went back inside the apartment and into Arthur's room. He had thrown the blanket off of himself, and I noticed how sweaty he was getting. I wonder what's wrong with him? I quickly walked over to him and felt his skin was super hot. I could only picture how warm his blood must be right now, and I had to smack myself. I quickly got into bed and looked at him, confused. I had no idea what to do, but somehow he did. Arthur slowly crawled closer to me and held onto me.

It was like steam was coming off of him because the heat from his body was cooling down the longer he held onto my cold one. I slowly placed my arm around him and held him closer in my arms. A hazardous thing to do in my state, but I couldn't help it. He looked so calm as he held onto me. His smile grew on his face, and I could tell that he had stopped sweating. Arthur then wrapped his arms around me and held onto me tightly.

What was I supposed to do? It's like I was paralyzed. How could someone... how could a human make me feel this way? It pissed me off how vulnerable he was making me. He was my weakness, and I couldn't just leave him alone. However, my presence is troublesome. I know he will eventually figure out who the real killers are if we aren't careful. Arthur is sharp, and nothing will get passed him. "I don't know what to do..." I whispered.

I snuggled my face in the crook of his neck and took a deep breath. He smelled good; I was attracted to how he smelled and nothing more. I need to realize that before I hurt him. I need to learn that I only want one thing from him, which could end his life. I can't be selfish about this.... then again, how selfish was I to take all those other lives? What kind of a monster was I to do that? I was a disgrace to anything on earth. I just wish I was alive again...

I closed my eyes and started to think back to when I was changed. It was in the year 1020 that Lucile and I were on our own after our parents died, so it was my job to watch after her. The smells and feelings of that day will always be with me. These strange people came to our house demanding to see our parents, but once we said that they were no longer alive....they did terrible things to us. Like, changing our humanity and our sense of life.

Why! I just want to be alive again. I wanted to cry, but I knew I couldn't. All I could do now was hold onto Arthur for dear life. He is the sense of life that was taken away from me. However, I can't take that away from him. I won't allow him to live a miserable life as I have. I won't let his life be cut short, so I have no other choice. "I'm sorry," I said.

My throat felt tight as I slowly separated myself from him. "I wish things were different. Maybe in another life," I smiled. I slowly leaned in to kiss his forehead, and before I knew it, I was making my way down to his lips. "I won't ever forget you..." I whispered against his lips.

His lips were warm and soft. It made me feel a way I hadn't felt in a long time. I sat up on the bed and held him in my arms. He was a heavy sleeper, so I didn't have to worry about almost waking him up. I brushed my hands through his soft hair and kissed his lips more. "You make me feel alive," I whispered. I kissed his cheeks, then I kissed his jaw and chin slowly. I paused for a moment when I finally kissed him down to his neck.

Even a taste of his blood wouldn't make me feel any better. "You smell sweet," I smiled. Slowly, I began to kiss his neck once. Placing his head back down on the pillow. Maybe I'll see him again in fifty years, but I can't allow myself to see him tomorrow. I stood up from his bed and walked toward his bedroom window. I opened it slowly and stepped outside of it. "Goodbye forever, my dearest," I said lastly before finally jumping off of his balcony ledge. This was worse than death... I didn't know what my purpose was anymore. And I don't know what to do next.

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