Changing Tristin was an experience Laisé could ever prepare for. His half vampiric blood filled her with more strength then her witch blood could ever provide. Although Laisé is full of this perfect ambrosia she is drained, her friend sleeps on the couch, a drop of blood on his lips from his feeding. Careful not to wake him Laisé creeps to the stairs and climbs them, retreating to her domicile. Before she is able to rest in her plush bed Laisé notices Kristopher sitting at her vanity. "I thought you went home," she says and sits beside him on the bench. "I wanted to make sure you are alright." He turns and wraps his strong arms around Laisé's petite waist. "You aren't like him, You never were human, he isn't right for you." She stands and turns to face him, "And what, you are!?! I am like him! Where do you get off acting like my father!?! Maybe I'm not human," Laisé leans in to Kristopher and begins again with a calm and lull voice, "but he's the closest thing to love I have and you will not get in my way to have him." A choleric face stared into Laisé's eyes, "I'de warn your love that you've brought him into a world that doesn't want him." Kristopher warns Laisé and disappears. "You will never touch him." She whispers to the darkness. With some reluctance Laisé decends the stairs and enters her living area. Tristin still lays on the couch, his breathing deep and unnecessary. Careful not to wake him, Laisé climbs onto the couch and lays beside him with her arms around him, "I will protect you."