She stretched out. A frown crossed her still sleeping face as her bare leg came uncovered and hit the cold air. It was a beautiful leg. Alabaster, creamy white thigh. Unmarred and untouched by anyone but him. He could smell it on her. The sickness. She didn't know yet. He could tell. She was still afraid. She feared the mindless creatures outside. So he lay here, watching her hide. Protecting her from her own mind.
She feared him, just a little. He could smell it. But she still reached out for him. Her beautiful silvery blond hair spilling out as she held out her arms. He obliged her, nuzzling into her embrace. She was soothed as he felt the first signs of fever on her cheek, firmly pressed against his. It wouldn't be long now.
He fell into a quiet peaceful sleep, memories warming him better than any blanket ever could. As he drifted away, he felt her begin to shiver. Soon.
He pulled his hood back. The sun warmed his now healthy skin. He looked down at his hands. He had no claws, just tanned healthy skin. There was a faint pale line on his left ring finger. Why? He couldn't quite remember. He could hear her screams. They seemed so far away.
There she was. Her beautiful legs a sharp contrast to the black tire suspended on a large maple tree. Her blond hair glittered in the sunlight, flowing behind her as she swung. Her screams seemed so out of place. Her beautiful face was lit up with a smile, just for him.
He couldn't resist any longer. He lifted her from the swing easily. She let out a giggle that turned into a loud happy squeal as he twirled her around before crushing her to his chest. She looked up at him with enormous blue eyes before he captured her lips with his. Just as he felt her sink into him a red hot pain shot through his shoulder. He looked down. Four gashes were bleeding through on his shoulder. She didn't react at all. Instead her melodious voice drew him back in.
"I love you so much." She stated.
"I love you too." He answered her honestly, solemnly.
With a mischievous grin, she took off. Her long legs carrying her quickly away, her bare feet gliding over the grass. Jeans cut off to make shorts hugged her in all the right places, didn't restrict her at all. Pink bra straps could barely be seen peeking out from behind the sleeve of her short sleeved white shirt.
He took off after her, and without warning they were running through a mall. She now wore a green sundress and sandals, her hair in two braids. Many, blurry, faceless people raced past. There was so much screaming. She screamed for him. Her smile was gone. Her eyes were wide, the faceless coming into focus. They were surrounded by the sick, the dying. He threw aside everyone in his way. He grabbed her hand. They ran.
They were running through the woods. She wore jeans and a pink hoodie. The screaming was louder now. Gashes appeared all over his body. He kept running. She stumbled over something beneath the blanket of dead leaves and went sprawling.
He raced to pull her to her feet. They had to go. He lifted her up and he drew back. Her face was distorted. Her eyes yellow. Skin a pale gray. Her lips were pulled back into a snarl, razor sharp fangs visible. She slashed at his face.
He awoke suddenly. Her screams filled the house. She writhed on the floor, clawing at her own face, which was now a bloody mess. He took note of his own new injuries before gently pinning her arms down. She howled in protest. Very gently he pulled her hood over her eyes. She squirmed for a while before finally relaxing.
He curled up around her. She stiffened briefly before nuzzling into his embrace. She whimpered softly and he rumbled a low purr back. Everything would be okay. He would always protect her.
