I turn quickly to walk away from him. My heart screams at me to hug him and ask for it to not be like this. My throat cries for me to bite him and show him that it is not just Kaname's blood that I desire. My eyes sting with tears, knowing that I'll have to run from him from now on. My mind yells for me to run, to go more quickly, to get away before I break any more.
My body is full of conflict, but nothing is in more pain than my heart.
My lips quiver thinking about the kiss. It was a sweet but rough kiss, one that I would love to feel again.
My neck tingles at the thought of his fangs. I remember his words. I wonder if he got enough blood. I'm sure he didn't. He said that he could drink until the edge of my life before being satisfied. I start to wish that he had taken more.
I start to wonder what his blood tastes like. I wonder if his would be as addicting to me as mine seems to be to him. If it was anything like that kiss, I'm sure it would be.
Then I remember I'll never know.
I can never know.
I am forced to be without him now. I will never be able to see him again. Not only that, but I have to run from him—not to him like I so desire. But as long as I am alive, I'll know he is still alive and chasing after me. I will force him to live, even if it feels like I am dying.