AN: first ever writing for anything. My grammar is awful and its unedited. But I would very much appreciate an honest opinion if anyone even reads this.


He roars in rage, the glass that he held lays shattered on the floor, bourbon dripping from the wall. He wants her. He doesn't just want her, he wants to be with her. For her to be with him. He wants to love her and hold her close, to share his worldwithher
and for her to do the same. He, a thousand year old hybrid, has let a little baby vampire, not even a blink of his age, get under his skin. Has let her see a side of him he thought dead long ago. He sinks to his knees, angered with himself

that he has let it get this far. But he let her. He let her light break through his walls, because in her light he sees freedom. Freedom from the blackness he's been living in.