A.N. The second part! I'm not sure which one I like better. This one is a little more sappy, a little more hard to write, but I like it. Hopefully you do as well!

Part II
My Blood

I'd never met anyone like you before. Someone who cared about people more than missions, cared about doing what you thought was right rather than what someone told you was wrong.

I'd never met someone like you, and it made me wonder why.

Of all my years of living, of existing, of being, how had I yet to find one such as you?

I knew vampires. I knew that they cared only about power and blood and blood and death.

But I knew humans, too, and I knew that they only cared about blood and war and war and death.

But it was in part of these musing that I thought maybe I had found my answer.

Because, sometimes, beings cared about love.

It wasn't hard to be with you after that. I didn't have to look at you and wait for the time when you decided not to care anymore, decided to care for yourself, for death and blood and power.

You helped me. You cared for me.

I thought you must have loved me.

I thought I'd walk into the lion's den for you. I thought I'd kill for you. I thought I'd die for you.

I thought about how I was a vampire, how that probably wasn't going to happen.

I thought about how you probably will die for me.

I thought about how there was nothing I could do about it.

I still do.

So when everything was finally over and you said I could stay with you, I was soaring and falling at the same time. Because I get to stay with you, but only until you die. And there was nothing I could do.

It wasn't fair.

I don't know why because this was my life, my only life, the only life I'd known. I just knew it wasn't fair.

When you asked me to consider giving up being a vampire, I was surprised at how little I had to think about it.

Sure, it was sad letting go of the only life I had known, sad to think I'd be giving it all up for a life of death and war and blood. To give up my family and power, all for someone who cared enough to listen.

But I realized just as I felt my power leave that this was my choice. The first choice I made for myself. The first choice I made for myself for someone else. Unselfish.

I felt the sunshine. I loved the sunshine. I saw the reflection of my eyes in yours, and they weren't glowing red.

I felt the pain of mortality, and I wasn't scared.

Because I had sunshine and you and life, and I was happy.

So when my time came, when my blood was gushing from gaping wounds and your tears were falling on my face, I couldn't help but smile through the blood on my lips and reach up to touch yours so I could whisper in your ear, "For you."