As he stared out the open window, listening to the cars and shouts coming from below, he contemplated the events that had caused him to be in his current circumstances. He had never expected to end up with a mate; indeed, he had thought that he would spend the rest of his existence alone. However, it seemed Fate had other plans for him.
He could still clearly remember the first time he had seen her. He was investigating a rumor involving a large pack of werewolves, and his search had led him to the train station. A young woman walked over to him and asked him when the next train would be leaving, as she had missed hers and had bought another ticket. He informed her that the next train left at 6:30, and added that she might want to hurry; it was already 6:15. She thanked him and walked away.
The rumor turned out to be no more than a false trail laid down to cover the real one. He returned to his apartment, frustrated, and attempted to find the real trail. For a week he followed every lead and personally investigated every reported werewolf sighting, but he always caught himself thinking of the woman who he has talked to at the train station. He knew he would be unable to work until he could stop thinking of her, so he tried everything he could possibly imagine in an attempt to forget about her.
Nothing worked, however, and he found himself constantly wanting to know more about her. Who was she? Where did she live? Was she in a relationship? Thoughts of her and questions he did not have the answers to constantly plagued him, until he thought his head would burst. He simply had to know more about her.
One day, he saw her walking down the street, presumably going to work, and decided to follow her. It proved to be a very enlightening experience. He found out that she worked twelve hours a day at a local department store, she was single, she lived in a shoddy little apartment on 54 Adams Street (which, he later discovered, was apartment 2B) with no one but her cat for company, she had very few friends and no family to speak of, and her name was Olivia Burnett.
He was obsessed. He followed her for months, and no one knew, not even her. She was oblivious to the fact that she had acquired her own personal stalker, and she hadn't even tried. As he followed her, he discovered her daily routine, likes, dislikes, fears, hopes, dreams, and habits.
At first, he had thought he could follow her for the rest of her life, and be content with that. But, as the months went by, he found it increasingly difficult to refrain from speaking to her, encouraging her, or helping her whenever she fell. Then, as an entire year went by, it hit him: why not turn her into a vampire? That way, they could be together forever.
So, one night in September, he entered her apartment and did just that. They'd been together ever since.
Shrugging off his memories of her, he quietly got dressed. She slept on, oblivious. Before he left the room, he turned around to get one last look at her before he went to work, just as he did every evening, because he never knows if that day will be his last. After all, he has a very dangerous job; most of his colleagues are surprised he has lasted this long. He is a survivor, though, and he intends to survive as long as she is with him.
She has given him something he has never had before: a reason to live. And he intends to use this gift to the fullest.
The end.