Being me was boring. I was nothing but a vampire bounty hunter at the bottom of society. The only thing that gave me a rush and the beautiful feeling of purpose was killing those who killed others. It didn't matter to me. As long as I could destroy the feelings of hate and pain that riddled this world, then I knew that I had a purpose.
Little did I know that my purpose would be changed. I would not take life, but give it. With the blood that ran through my half human veins, I would give the sweet relief of life to one of the most important beings in the world that I struggled in. In a strange way, I would be a beacon of light and hope when searing pain arrived. I had to do it. With this new world, with this new life, with this new purpose, I knew I could find my way once more. I could find my way.
I could find my way.
I would become her life force. With a bond that dared to never break. Destroying the iron-clad vow would never work. She'd be my Purie, and I'd become her Shifter.
I'd become her Feeder.
