Christa lay in bed at night, and thought about him.
She'd only known him a little while.
They were the same kind yet they were different. They were both supernatural, but different.
He was immortal, she wasn't.
His kind were all the time, and hers was only once a month.
He fell off of the wagon last week. He'd been attacked by a tramp. A tramp that had been ruined by a vampire. And the blood lust became too much for him and he just fed.
He left him alive. Christa thanked the star for that. She knew that Adam didn't have to stop, didn't have to half feed, didn't have to keep him alive. But he did.
And that was the one reason she didn't care about it. Well, it bothered her, but she could deal with it. The same as Adam could deal with the fact that Christa had accidentally killed a student in the school grounds when she had changed too early.
They accepted each other. It brought them closer.
Matt's murder had united them in the first place, and dam had comforted Christ when she had cried about Matt, the poor boy who committed suicide by drowning himself in the toilet.
They were close and getting closer ever day.