The sky dims and Tanya looks up from the books she's reading, to stare into the landscape unfolding before her. A magnificent sunset. The bloody sun gives her fair face a rosy glow. She heaves a sigh as she looks over the veranda. "Another day over, night comes...after that, what? It just repeats all over. Is there anything more besides this routine?" She muses as she observes her surroundings, the Russian mountains she knew for almost 19 years now.
Dark had fallen and the stars shine and uncover themselves. Standing on top of the branch of a pine is a man of perfect physique. He answers to the name Gustav and he's been watching the Ivanov Manor for these past few nights. Something draws him to this secluded place. A haunting scent that he just can't forget. A scent so tempting, so delightful, a scent that is , unfortunately, Tanya Ivanov's blood.
Gustav jumps agilely from where he was standing and down to the lavish residence below. He lands silently onto the patio and he climbs nimbly up to her terrace. "Yes.. Tonight, your suffering will finally end.. Tonight, she'll die..." he tells himself as the glass door creaks open at his touch.
But something stops him. He is caught off guard and was mesmerized by her beauty, just as the nights before. Tanya smiles in her sleep. "Oh, she's dreaming again," he hisses. Gustav recalls from the past week when he saw what her presence was capable of; she brightens the day of everyone in the mansion, lightens the mood every time she enters the room and eases the tension between her parents.
"No," he can't bear destroy this part of the universe with only his thirst as an excuse. This young lady slumbering before him is more important than his own desire. One more thing, how will everybody react when they wake up next morning to find her cold, bloody and dead? He can't just steal her life just like that, she has her whole life ahead of her! Who was he to take all of that away? Gustav laughs at himself, conscience got the better of him, again.
The vampire caresses the contour of her face and leans down, not to bite but instead to kiss her forehead. Tanya reacts to his cold temperature. "You're very lucky to evade me, sweet one. Charm has saved you once again," he whispers softly to her ear.
Without so much as a backward glance, Gustav turns to leave, for good as he had planned, closing the glass door behind him with a sharp snap. And he has vowed to himself never to return ever again. He heads northeast to hunt, to wash away her scent. Gustav disappears as the first rays of sunlight peek from the horizon.
Her pale face was etched in his subconscious memory and his cold touch embedded in her mind while lost in the refuge of dreams. If she was awake, reality could have killed her.