I packed in silence not knowing whether to be angry or sad at what would happen. I know that I would be homesick for this was where I grew up, where everything started, where I got my first boyfriend, where mum had passed away so to cut a long story short, this was where I belong, and my safe haven.

While packing if that is what you called it, I thought about what had happened since the day of mum's death. I remember being told by big brother that she was killed by a level E but dad told me that someone had drained her body of blood. Up till now, nobody knew what had actually happened to my mother on that fateful day.

I was told that I was with her the day she died, but I could not recall what had happened. Whenever I tried to recall that memory, I would feel excruciating pain. I do not understand why I could not remember anything beyond the fact that I went visiting someplace special when mum was killed.

As I head downstairs, I was bombarded with a memory of Kaname holding a dagger carved from crystal and holding my mother's heart, repeating over and over again that he was sorry and would find a way to make it up to me somehow. He called me his soul mate before he left.

I dimly remember falling to the floor and being slung over Kaname's shoulder. Kaname whispered soothingly that everything was all right.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself in a super king-sized bed with silk bed sheets of the softest kind, even the blanket was made from that soft silk. The room was dark brown in colour. A plush sofa stood not far from a desk. The desk was a beautiful chocolate brown made from wood with exquisite detail. As the drapes were drawn, I could see nothing else.

I was just beginning to enjoy the silken texture of both the coverlet and the bed-spread when I heard a smooth deep voice.

'Do you enjoy the view?' Kaname asked. He was dressed casually in an Oxford white shirt that was slightly unbuttoned to show off his beautiful chest and a pair of leather black pants. He came to seat beside me and faster than I could blink, he was enveloping me in his warmth. I would love to say that I did not enjoy it and pushed him away, but that was not what I did, instead I lean against him and savoured the warmth he radiated and the sweet musky smell that intoxicated me.

All of a sudden he turned me such that I was facing him. He bent his head and slowly, pressed his soft, warm lips to mine. It was not my first kiss but I was completely stunned by the assault of emotions that resulted. I was shock then happy and exhilarated, then I felt bliss. It was paradise. His lips were so soft and silky feeling that I could not help but moan at its texture and when his tongue darted out and pushed against my lower lip I quickly allowed it entrance. When his tongue touched my tongue, I felt like heaven itself was within my reach. Our tongues met and started to mate with complete abandon.

When he came up, I was panting like I had run a marathon instead of a kiss. Kaname watched the expressions flit across my face with nonchalance.