The dark heightened all of my senses. His alarm clock was dead, and time clearly stopped. I could hear the sound of the cars outside, but the apartment was empty. I longed for Azrael. His touch seemed to linger on me. I hadn't moved from his bed since I awoke. I had no idea where he was, or why, for that matter, was I locked in his room, left alone, and naked. His blankets kept me warm, though the air in the room was quite cool. Goosebumps covered my exposed skin. Lying back, I listened closely to the cars outside.
I heard footsteps above my head, awakening me from my daydreaming. They were light. Slowly, I followed the sound with my eyes, until they were right outside the door. Slowly, I heard the lock click and the door opened to show the silhouette of Azrael. I could smell his scent now, and it made my body burn with desire. He closed the door behind him and locked it back.
He lit a couple of candles around the room, before coming over to see me. I just watched him, silently, not moving a muscle. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close to his chest. He smelled of blood; his own blood. The scent made me lightheaded. "Things are bad above," he whispered. "The Forsaken know about you. They killed your father, and now the want to kill you. He moved a little, and winced in pain. He groaned.
"Azrael… What happened?" I asked him, pulling off his jacket. I stripped him of his clothes, revealing long, deep lacerations from fangs and sharp claws. "Oh my…" I whispered softly. I grabbed his face and looked into his eyes. "This is horrible," I whispered to him, "You could have been killed. What would I do if you'd died? I can't live without you…" I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. He wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me close to him.
"They know I love you. They're after me now. I have to protect you." I shook my head violently.
"No," I groaned, "I'll give them me. I don't want you to get hurt anymore." I buried my head into his neck.
"Don't be silly," he said, calmly. "I love you." I was shocked to here that, so blunt. I wanted him to live for me, but I didn't want him to die for me if it meant having to live without him. I laid in his arms, close to his chest. We had to do something about this. I had to punish who killed my father; who damaged the body of my love. He pulled me closer as he slept, not letting go, as I dozed off into sweet slumber.