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I woke up to two cold hands around my face and Adrian calling my name. I opened my eyes slowly and quickly shut them again when the room started spinning, Adrian never moved his hands and waited patiently for me to open my eyes again. When I did, after about 5 minutes of lying still, I quietly asked him what had happened and how come I had ended up in his room.
' You fainted darling, when you looked out of the window and saw…'
'It's okay, I remember, you don't have to go any further.' I quickly stopped him; I knew that if he mentioned that scene again I was likely to faint once more. I couldn't get the child's eyes out of my head, so scared and hopeless, not really knowing what was happening to him. This started me crying again and Adrian pulled me close to his chest stroking my hair to calm me down.
'It's okay Lilly, it's okay, everything's going to be okay,' he said soothingly. This only made me cry even more, because it wasn't going to be okay, for the rest of my life, if not eternity, I would be seeing the same scene over and over again.
'Adrian, how can you say it's going to be okay? Innocent people are dying all of the time, people who have families and friends, who have lives! They don't deserve this, non of them do, its not fair!'
With that another bout of sobbing started and Adrian waited patiently for me to finish, once I had settled he spoke. ' I know it's not fair, but its our way of life. We need to eat to survive just like any other animal. We are predators, this is the only life which we know.' I looked up into his eyes, the bright red looking down at me, fresh from feeding. I sighed. Even though I knew he was a monster really, and one of them, but I didn't see him that way. He was just Adrian to me.
'What are you thinking?' he murmured into my hair.
'I'm not telling you,' I told him.
He sighed with annoyance. 'I wish you would,' he said.
'You don't want to be pulled into the troublesome mind of a weak and boring human.'
'Oh I think I do.'
I looked up at him. 'Really? Why would you want to know what I'm thinking?'
'Because I care about you, silly.'
I leaned against his stone cold chest, and allowed misery to engulf me. We could have been sat there like that for minutes, or maybe hours, I wasn't sure. Time always passed me by when I was in his arms. I was never aware of time, or place, because as long as I had him and, I hoped, he had me, everything would be alright, despite the impossible differences between us which should have been pushing us apart instead of drawing us closer together. My crying faded, and the almost silence became profound, laced with a sweet atmosphere of contentment rather than awkwardness, of companionship rather than hostility. The only sound in the room was my quiet breathing, the only movement that of my heart beating. Adrian could feel it too, I knew, and I hoped he didn't realise how much faster it went when he was close to me. And yet I wanted him to know, yearned with every inch of my being to tell him about how he was the only light in my life, the only thing that prevented me from stopping it. Even if our hearts never would beat as one, we were connected, he was part of me, and I him, whether he knew it or not. He had wormed his way under my skin, numbed my senses, and poisoned my heart, just like his own venom. He was my everything. I felt him move slightly, and place me back down on the cushions. I wanted to protest, worm my way into his arms again, but I felt too weak.
'Adrian, what…?'
'Shush, just rest.'
'But where are you going?' I said, in panic.
'I have to go, I'm meeting with…' He trailed off.
I frowned, not understanding. 'With who?'
'Louella. My…you know, mate. Or I suppose you would call her my girlfriend.'
I didn't trust myself to say anything; I just stayed silent and struggled to keep the agony which had just stabbed my heart at bay. Adrian ducked down and kissed my forehead, in what had to be a brotherly fashion. It was true then. He felt nothing for me, nothing like I felt for him. He murmured a goodbye and left. Even his calming waves of sleep had no effect on me, I felt as though my heart had turned to stone and was creating a dead weight inside my chest. I was nothing, nothing, nothing. I kept repeating this to myself as I allowed my heavy heart to pull me down into a deep, dark place where I couldn't ever be reached again.
