Breath. It really was a strange thing. One tangible device that kept humanity alive. My senses had heightened but I had lost it – I didn't need that. My world was different now. Breathing didn't matter; my body was suited without it.

My heart didn't beat. My blood didn't run cold or hot. I didn't feel the change of weather. Everything was harsher now. Colours were more bright – even in the darkness. I could see their reflections flickering in the water, wavering just out of reach. I hadn't seen the sun for over a century. Darkness was my blanket and my only friend sometimes.

It's a different feeling – power. I could feel it underneath my skin; calling for me to use it. Supposedly, because we had the strength to do so – we needed to kill humans. Drain them dry. It was interesting to play the game; just a simple cat and mouse re-match. They run...we hunt. It was all just a game. It was all just a challenge waiting to be taken up.

I still remember my first kill – the pounding of the young boys' heart ringing in my ears. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. I could hear his pants through the door. The boy hadn't run far enough. The boy hadn't gotten away. Ripping the door away, my gaze dropped to the little boy curled into a ball.

I trailed a finger along his cheek, tracing the tears that were leaking through his gaze. I could hear his heartbeat. I could hear his thoughts. The smell of fear creeped through my nose and I inhaled deeply. Bending lower, I bend his head back – smiling as the boy released a whimper of pain.

My teeth sunk through his flesh – piercing the skin. My hand covered his mouth, muffling his screams. It was painful; I made sure of it. I wanted the little boy to feel every bit of the life I now lead – everything I'd miss out on. I wanted to take away his life, just as mine had been stolen.

With every moment passing by
With every tear and every sigh
With all the feelings inside my heart
With times together and times apart
With everything that has been shared
With times of feeling shy and scared
With every happy, every sad
With all the moments that we've had
With every loss, every win
With every single place we've been
With every day and every night
With all the times that we did fight
With all the times that we've enjoyed
With times that we have been annoyed
And when I thought that you did care
I turned and there was no one there
The feeling of emptiness inside
The times of not caring that I denied
The times I wished that you were still there
But loneliness I truly fear
I know I'll make it through some day
Someone better will come my way
To love me, hold me, draw me near
Support me, comfort and calm my fears
To love me with all their heart
To make that vow to never part
To share his life with me forever
For an eternity together.

- Jada Grabis


"The boys' just as infatuated," he stated, leaning against the wall behind him. The darkness had come again and it was time for the coven to come back. It was just the two of them in the house and he could tell the difference – something was missing.

"I only touched him once," she responded, shrugging her shoulders. She didn't know why they were like they were but, she didn't know if she minded it or not. Joe was making her feel more alive than she had in a long time – he was making her believe again.

"You have to end it," Lance ordered, glancing towards the blonde. He knew what she was feeling – he could feel it in the air. It wasn't your average lust; there was something else in it entirely. He couldn't place his finger on it, but there was something else there.

"I don't have to do anything Lancastor – you don't own me...not anymore," she retorted, growling softly at the demand. She hated to be ordered around. She hated that he was older. She hated that she lived in a world where she still had to listen to her elders.

"You'll end up only hurting him Lillian – this is why we stay away from them," he snarled, his shoulders tensing. She was always stubborn when it came to orders but he had to get it through to her. She couldn't have a relationship with a human; it would never work. Vampires believed in different things when it came to lust – it was never mistaken for love.

"There's nothing there to hurt...I know what I'm doing," Lilly mumbled defensively, dropping her gaze. She knew he was right but so was she – they weren't anything. There was nothing there to break. There was nothing there to shatter. He hadn't even called.

"Hearts' aren't toys Lillian, don't play with them," he instructed, turning his gaze to the opening door. He'd leave their conversation between them – no one else needed to know. Lillian was older; older than some of the rest of the coven but she still made mistakes. He just didn't know if this was a mistake or a good thing.

The wind picked up – howling in his ears. His hair whipped infront of his face; the ends burning slightly at their touch. It was just a walk; a casual walk. He didn't need anyone else with him despite what his brothers' protested. He just needed to think. He couldn't think when he was surrounded by everyone. He could barely breathe.

The girl...she had done something to him. She invaded his thoughts, crawled under his skin – echoed in his mind. He remembered her, the feel of her; it was only a touch. He couldn't believe that such a girl had gotten him so torn up. He wasn't supposed to feel like he was. He wasn't supposed to be so...infatuated.

"Did think I'd see you out here alone," a voice broke through, startling the boy. His feet stopped and his body turned.

"I do get free every once in a while," he smiled, stepping closer to the girl. She was in his thoughts and he was thankful that he had seen her – maybe another touch would cure him.

"Must be hard," she stated, stepping back. He couldn't get too close – she was out there for a reason. He wasn't supposed to be on her ground.

"Screaming fans? It's a rush," he shrugged, furrowing his brows. He didn't know why she stepped back but he pushed his luck again. He wasn't sure what it was about the girl but he was attracted to her.

"It's something you wish to escape from sometimes though..." she murmured, looking down. She had seen the flash of attraction through his eyes and she bit her lip – she didn't know if she could deny him. She was just as much attracted to him as he was to her.

"Sometimes it gets alittle too much but it's the price we pay to be out there – I wouldn't trade it for anything," he answered truthfully, gazing at the girl. He didn't know where her insight came from but he had a feeling about her. She understood him more than anyone else did and it was slightly scary.

"I better get going," she muttered, her head tilting to the side as if listening for something. The pull was becoming even harder to ignore and she needed to leave before she took him. She hadn't fed for a couple of days and her self-control around him lessened every so often. She didn't know if she could stop herself if he stepped any closer.

"You have to go?" he questioned quietly, his voice breaking through the steady night. He didn't want her to leave – not just yet. He liked being in her presence, she set a calm over him that no one else did.

"Um...I kind of hav...I ki-"

"Cause we could just walk..."

She studied him – his eyes large and imploring. She didn't know what to do; she couldn't lead him on. Things would become difficult soon enough when they got in too deep – her self-control wasn't what it used to be. She could feel his lust seeping through her skin and she couldn't resist. "Walk away..." she nodded, stuffing her hands into her jean pockets and stepping forth. She'd give him the time of day in hopes the infatuation would fade.

They walked in silence. It was nice – peaceful even. They were left to their thoughts but in the presence of company. They couldn't read each others' minds but they knew what the other was feeling.



"I really should get going..." Her control was slipping – her eyes were sinking into yellow. His closeness was pulling her over the edge and she needed to get away. She needed to run before she revealed what she truly was.

"Lilly...wait," he called, gripping her wrist. He froze at her cold skin, his grip only tightening. He didn't know she was that cold – he forgot that it was night and the air cooled ever-so-slightly. Pulling off his jacket, he slipped it over her shoulders; smiling as she ducked her head away from his gaze. She was so shy around him – he liked that about her.

"I really need to leave Joe..." she murmured, pulling away from him. She hugged the jacket closer to her body, breathing in his scent. She didn't really need a reminder of it but she was thankful for the distraction. She needed to concentrate on the jacket rather than him or else she'd do something that they'd both regret.

"You just got here..." he pushed, stepping closer. He didn't get why she was continuously pulling away. He didn't understand why she wouldn't look at him.

"And I need to leave," her voice steeled, snaking through the cold air. She watched as the breath left his lungs – the enticing way his chest fell up and down. She could end it all just now; she could leave him in the ground. She could have her way with him and leave him begging for more before she took his life. She needed to get away from him.

"Lilly...atleast look at me," he pleaded slightly, shoving his hands into his pockets at his side. He didn't know what he was doing but, she couldn't just leave. There was something about her that kept him coming back and he wanted to find out what that was.

Closing her eyes tightly, she breathed in deeply, tilting her head into the wind. She could control herself for a few more minutes. Turning her head, she opened her gaze to meet his and smiled shyly. No one had gotten to her the way he had.

"You really should stay away from me..." she warned, tilting her head as she gazed at him. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and stepped back. He had been given fair warning.

"What do you mean?"

"Haven't you ever been warned about strangers?" she asked incredulously, stepping even further into the shadows. His jacket was still tightly wrapped around her shoulders but the darkness could conceal anything – especially when you knew how to use it.

"No..." he murmured, squinting his eyes to try to find her in the dark. He had never seen anyone disappear into the darkness just as she had. He ignored the shivers that ran up his arms – there was nothing to be afraid of out there.

"Look it up," she laughed, quickly leaving him alone. Maybe Lancastor was right – he was just as infatuated. She couldn't bring herself to play with him. She couldn't bring herself to give him false hope.

"Lilly?" He stepped forward – cautious of the gravelled ground. He didn't want to trip and fall – not when his brothers barely let him go anywhere alone anymore. He searched everywhere in the crevices of the darkness for her but she was gone. Turning, he walked away – the goosebumps still trailing along his arms.

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