Hi everyone! Sorry for taking a while to update, I haven't had quite as time to write with classes in session and such. But I'm still really dedicated to getting a chapter out at least one a week. Last chapter was really kind of fluffy and happy, so this balances it out with some important plot developments.

This is chapter is really opening the door to some new plot motifs that are going to carry over until the end of the story, especially when considering the relationship between Edward and Nathan.

Hope you enjoy!

Nathan

I hurriedly my teeth and washed my face. The water against my skin felt good, I always loved the act of washing my face in the morning. Obviously, the purpose was to wipe the dirt off your face but it seemed so therapeutic than that. Maybe it was because washing my face was always the one time in the day that I could see my true self in the mirror. That wasn't quite as significant anymore – actually - I've been spending literally every moment I could with Edward. When I was with Edward, there was no reason to hide.

This time I didn't focus on my features – but the necklace that hung around my neck. My fingers played against the cold metal of the dog-tag as I appreciated it from the mirror. I smiled, the cool features of the necklace reminded me of Edward. In the nine days I've had this necklace I'd memorized every single feature of it so I would never forget. Just in case it was all still a dream. My finger played against the name 'Henry Mason.' Just thinking of the name made my stomach churn not out of fear – but it reminded me of Edward.

That's right! Edward would be here any minute. I purposefully left the window open so he could slip through after my Aunt went to bed. I'd insisted that he could just walk through the door; that she really wouldn't mind, but Edward was against the idea. He said it 'wasn't traditional.' I guess sneaking through windows was a more acceptable? I know. It doesn't make sense.

I took a double take in the mirror to make sure I didn't look too awful. On one hand I felt entirely myself with Edward, but that also made me feel much more vulnerable. He always made me feel self conscious. I guess dating someone who looked like a Greek god gave people these sort of complexes.

All I was wearing was a pair of sweats of the necklace Edward had given me. I eyed the the dark iron of the necklace and how it contrasted with the porcelain quality to my skin. Edward wasn't usually pleased when I walked around without a shirt on – when he first said it...well, I could still feel the fresh sting of rejection. Actually, it still kind of did whenever he asked me to put a shirt on. But he's assured me countless times that it made it difficult for him to concentrate. So it was only natural that I exploited that at every given opportunity.

I walked back into my room; a bit quicker than I normally would have if. My entire body relaxed when I saw Edward lounging on my bead, his hands tucked behind the back of his head. I stood there taking in every inch of him and could feel the dull warmth thrumming from my skin. The porcelain coloring from my skin was probably producing a faint glow. I shrugged and walked toward him.

"Good evening." He smiled.

"Hey you"

I stalked toward my bed and straddled him playfully; biting my lip in reluctance. It was a habitual motion that I was usually unsure of, but Edward seemed to like this look very much. He eyed me apprehensively to let me know that he knew exactly what I was up to. I leaned into a kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck, taking in the familiar coolness of his skin.

He playfully kissed me over and over again inbetween every word "You…are…impossible…" and lifted me effortlessly so he could buckle his hands at my lower back. I jumped at the initial coldness of them but quickly recovered.

"I have no idea what you're talking about" I teased.

"Mmhm."

I sighed and rolled over,use him as a pillow. I grunted slightly while repositioning myself, I'd been fighting the fact that I was both sleep deprived and jetlagged the past few days since our return. Not to mention the recovery time from the constant stress of worrying about Edward's family Hong Kong.

"You're tired."

I sighed "I am…but I don't want to go to bed yet."

"You should, you need your rest."

"Not yet" I insisted stubbornly, holding onto him just a bit tighter.

He sighed and stroked my arm gingerly while I forced myself to stay awake. Ever since Edward met my mother I'd been sure to keep him shut out of my thoughts. There were way too many things going on in my head right now, Edward would hear something that I would rather kept hidden.

I'm going to die.. Every second of the day I was growing older and older while everyone around me stayed beautiful and healthy. I would have to sit there and watch everyone remain the same…

I wiped a fresh tear from my eyes before Edward had the opportunity to notice of. Even though I'd shut myself from him he was still analyzing my every move. He could probably smell the tears fresh on the back of my hand.

"Are you crying?" He asked carefully.

I ignored his question; every part of me wishing that I could lie right now. He would believe me, if only I could say no…

"Its nothing to worry about, I'm tired."

Edward pulled me up to a seated position so fast that I felt dizzy, his yellow eyes leaking with concern while he analyzed my entire being. "What is it?" he asked – his hands firmly planted on my shoulders.

I really didn't want to admit to this right now. It sounded like such a petty and irrational fear, it wasn't something that would even affect me in the next 5 maybe 10 years. And yet I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that my cousins were immortal and I wasn't. Time would be the only thing that proved to be true – but the immortal do not get sick, they don't need to eat or sleep. None of these trivial human concerns mattered, and as much as I loved Edward with my entire being, it was a constant reminder of my complete inferiority.

"Its stupid…" I whispered – avoiding his eyes.

"Please. " he begged. His topaz eyes were burning with desperation while he gazed at me worriedly. "Its killing me not knowing whats going on."

"Do you promise not to get upset?" I looked down at my fingers which were nervously playing with eachother while both my heart and thoughts raced faster and faster.

"I'll try my best." But this time he sounded reserved, his eyes hiding something.

I sighed.

"This is going to sound so stupid." I warned.

"Just get on with it." Edward rolled his eyes

"Okay, well…When we met with my mom…it was just a reminder of how erm..pathetic I am.

Edward moved to interrupt me but I held my hand up to stop him.

"No. Its true. I always was kind of felt comforted by the fact that it wasn't me that was faulty but the Sidhe blood was just too diluted. It was only a matter of time before our line wasn't immortal anymore. It was never a concern…but…

"To be honest being mortal has never bothered me, in fact I've always been slightly grateful. Sure there are perks – but I never ever want to turn out like my mother – alone forever. And then I met you…and you'll never grow old, you'll always beautiful. And I'll slowly decay just like a human"

I spat the word like it was dirty and repositioned myself just slightly, too afraid to look into Edward's eyes. I was ready for him to scold or reprimand me – maybe even get up and leave. To my surprise his hands covered me in a tight hug while we sat in silence. It was hard to focus on anything but the sensation of my bare chest against the stiff exterior of his. But I didn't want to feel that, all I wanted to feel was the pain that had been aching me since I discovered the harsh reality, and only one thing he could say would change that.

"I'll be here with you as long as you want me. I'll never leave you." He whispered into my ear; holding me just as tightly as before.

"And when I'm old enough to be your grandfather?" I muttered.

"I'll still love you. You are the most beautiful and important thing in the world to me – that will never change, regardless of how old you are."

I tried to push myself out of his hug but was literally trapped in his grasp – he didn't budge in the slightest when I tried to squirm out. Only then did he notice and hesitantly let go, his eyes careful for my reaction.

"Do you honestly think I could do that? Just thinking about it makes me want to die…I couldn't handle that…" I said, trying to swallow the lump that was slowly building in my throat. No. I will not cry over this.

"Don't say that…" Edward reached out to me and took my hand, covering both sides of it with his while he played with my fingers idly. "What would you have of me?" he asked, but didn't sound like he really meant it…

"There's one way…" I whispered so quietly a human wouldn't have heard it, genuinely scared of what his reaction would be.

Edward's jaw stiffened immediately. "No."

"Why does our love need to be one short lifetime? I could be like you Edward…you wouldn't be sacrificing anything anymore."

Edward didn't move a muscle, he sat there perfectly still while he stared off into space. His expression remained icey when he looked at me shaking his head just slightly. "You have no idea what you're asking for…"

"Teach me then!" I begged

"No. We aren't even going to have this discussion Nathan. Its not going to happen – end of story."

I looked away from Edward so he wouldn't see the tears that had developed. The rejection stung fresh, however irrational it felt like he didn't want to be with me forever, that his feelings for me weren't as intense as mine for him. I clenched my fists so maybe my frustration could focus on something other that the tears that I was refusing to let escape.

I wasn't crying because I was sad or upset, even though Edward's dismissal bothered me more than it should have. I was pissed off. Why couldn't I be like most people and just want to punch something when these emotions came forth? Well, actually, I did want to punch something. Hard. But even when most logic has escaped me I can't bring myself to break something. Sure I was mostly human, but I could punch a hole in the wall without hurting my hand.

Being stressed, emotional, and tired to not make a good combination. My emotional state right now was making me even more exhausted; to the point where my blinks were lasting five to ten seconds.

"Are you still upset?" Edward asked carefully – I could feel his hands hovering near me but afraid to touch me and provoke another outburst.

"Yes." I sighed and went back to his arms with my eyes closed. I couldn't explain… no matter how angry or betrayed I felt by Edward it didn't even compare to the idea of not being around him. His presence grounded me – causing physiological response. I could feel my breathing slowing down while I closed my eyes.

Edward lifted me up just enough to make me grumble and put a blanket over both of us. I smiled as I felt him tucking the covers in my sides…he took such good care of me. Suddenly I was guilty for putting him in such a situation…

"I'm sorry." I muttered, my voice thick with impending sleep.

"Me too." He kissed my hair and stayed in that position for a little bit. "But I'm not budging on this."

"Me either." I smiled into his chest, rubbing my face into him in a feline way while I repositioned myself to get comfortable.

"Then love…I believe we are at an impasse."

"That's okay."

Edward seemed to contemplate for a moment before he said in an amused tone "Its not like you to give up so easily"

Of course I wasn't going to give up. I've always been incredibly stubborn; once I set my mind to something I have a hard time getting the idea out of my head. It didn't help that this idea what placed in my head from multiple sources, the most influential of those being what I'm pretty confident was a vision. Most people wouldn't have given a dream a second thought, but most people aren't Sidhe.

"Because I know I'm going to win." I said smugly – although I bet it was hard to take me seriously, being half unconscious and all.

"Why's that?" Edward still sounded amused – but there was an undercurrent of annoyance in his voice.

"I saw it"

I could have sworn that Edward said something, but for the life of me I couldn't hear what. I was already asleep in his arms.

Edward

"Aren't you going to pick up Nate?" Jasper asked; waiting in the living room for Alice to come out.

"Not today. He insisted on driving." I smiled.

It had been an interesting night …

Nathan had left me with one of the most ambiguous, mind-racking statements I'd ever heard. I saw it. What exactly did that mean? Was it a dream, a fantasy, a vision? Had he been human I would have just forgotten it – taken it as a minute teenage rebellion. Nathan had been so confident too…he couldn't be right. Even on the very rare chance that what he saw was a vision, I am in control of my own fate. And I will never, ever damn him to this life.

I was hesitant to breach the topic the second he woke up – I hated the idea of ruining the moment when he was so obviously happy. His face absolutely lit up the second he saw me.

"You're distressed." Jasper said – Eyeing me carefully.

I sighed, debating whether or not I should openly discuss the topic. I decided it was probably the best idea, if Nathan did have a vision, it was only a matter of time before Alice saw something – and when Alice saw something, Jasper would know soon after.

"Nathan…implied he had a vision.

Jasper looked pensive for a moment, but then asked.

"What about?"

"Becoming immortal."

"As a vampire?"

"Yes." I said, making a great effort to keep the growl out of my voice.

"Oh…Well, Alice hasn't seen that quite yet."

"It doesn't matter." I snapped

And then I heard the sound of tires pulling up into the house. No thoughts accompanying the car…it had to be Nathan. It was very out of character for him to wake up at 6 am like he did this morning, usually he wasn't even conscious until thirty minutes before classes started. I muttered a good-bye to Jasper and walked out the door, careful to remember my jacket…I was pretty sure it would still be cold outside.

Nathan's black Saturn ion pulled into my drive at a glacial pace. I couldn't help but laugh at his zombie like-expression in front of the wheel, he looked as though he was in another place entirely.

"What's so funny?" He asked – going in for a kiss once I slid into the passenger's seat. His lips left a lingering sensation that fled through my entire body – making it difficult to ignore his presence. I'd brought it up several times; mildly suspicious that he was making this difficult so he could 'have his way with me' as he often teased, but it seemed to be just a part of him. At first it tormented me…after more practice, I had to admit I'd grown attached to the sensation.

"You look like the undead." I grinned.

"I'll take that as a compliment, since all the undead I know are exceedingly, breathtakingly, beautiful. One in particular…Just can't take my eyes off of him." He mused, reaching over to kiss me again.

"So why are you here so early, not that I'm complaining. But we have almost two hours until classes start…"

"I need coffee." He said looking at me – his tone utterly serious.

"Come inside, we have a french press…And coffee beans…somewhere I'm sure. I think Esme bought some recently just in case."

"Well, by coffee, I meant Starbucks." He sighed, embarrassed to admit it.

I could feel my lips curl into a smile even though I tried to fight it, knowing he would take offense.

"There isn't a Starbucks in Forks."

"That's why I have Sheryl!" He said smugly, gesturing toward the GPS that Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper got him for Christmas. Nathan had been right, I always drove when it was the two of us. There were plenty of reasons for this, first and foremost was always his safety, his reaction time just couldn't be compared to mine; he would always be safer when my hands were on the wheel.

He drove at a moderate speed, not slow (for humans, atleast) but certainly not fast. But worst of all, Nathan probably had the worst logistical sense I'd ever experienced in a human being. Regardless of where our route was he would find a way to get lost; even with my guidance. The GPS eased my worries on the rare occasion he was forced to drive somewhere alone.

Nathan pressed a button and said clearly "Starbucks" and waited for the GPS to set up a route. He watched it impatiently ; completely unaware of my presence for a few moments, until it set up the route and explained in a mechanical voice "Thirty four minutes until destination is reached."

Nathan groaned.

"Stupid small towns…" he muttered under his breath – turning the car around and zooming out toward the expressway.

We drove mostly in silence, I all but begged him to let me take the wheel, he looked as though he was seconds away from falling asleep.

"Why are you so tired?"

He sighed "Keep on having these dreams…I'm not waking up in the middle of them or anything, but I always feel absolutely exhausted once I'm awake."

"What are they about?"

"I have a question first…and its really important that you answer it." He sounded so tired as he said it, but there was an edge of desperation to my voice that made me nervous. Did this have anything to do with our conversation last night?

Throughout the car ride I've been considering when and how I should bring up last night. It wasn't as simple as just bringing it up, I couldn't give him even the slightest inclination that I was even considering his offer. Once he thought I was I knew he would be relentless in his attempts to get what he wanted. But this was one of the only things that he would never ever win.

"Anything."

And then he didn't ask. It was truly maddening, even for the undead they didn't wait this long between words. He wouldn't let me read his thoughts but yet he was so inclined to make open ended demands that would leave me with nothing but raging curiosity.

"Nathan…before I go mad, please." I asked, trying not to sound as desperate as I was.

"Um…What animal did Emmett find when he went hunting last night?"

I could feel myself go still at his question. It was simple enough – Emmett and Jasper found a grizzly bear. Emmett never did get over that one time…he loved waking up the bears from their hibernation – the more agitated the more he enjoyed himself.. Not like the bear ever stood a chance; but I guess that's the closest Emmett will ever get to a fight with the exception of sparring with Jasper, and he knows Esme hates it when they do that.

"Bear –Wh" I didn't have a chance to even ask why. The second he heard the word bear Nathan slammed onto the breaks of the car – causing screech before the car came to a very, very rough stop. We were in the middle of the road at a complete stop, I would have made Nathan move the car but chances are no one would be on this road any time soon, and if there were, I would hear them before it was a problem.

Nathan stared at me wide-eyed as if he'd seen a ghost.

"Can you drive? Apparently I can't think and drive." He said irritably.

I nodded and switched seats with him – driving much faster than he had before. Saturns were terrible cars…the fact that I was even driving one bothered me. The car had little to no acceleration, the steering was dull, and it was a death trap if something hit him head on. Perhaps he wouldn't mind it if I got him a new car…

Dismissing the thought I turned to him – not even bothering to pay attention to the road or the GPS, I'd been to the Starbucks it had mentioned a year or so ago; we'd be there in ten minutes with me driving. He sat there in silence, not even bothering to look at me. He had the same blank stare that Alice tends to have whenever she's experiencing a vision – but I knew this wasn't the case. If his visions were anything like his dreams had been the passed week or so they would be violent, loud, and impossible to miss.

I watched last night as his dream followed Emmett, Jasper, and Rose hunting last night. It seemed completely coincidental. I didn't even think of the possibility of the vision because embarrassingly enough, I think I was depressed. From Nathan's reaction it seemed like it was more than a nightmare than a dream; but the unavoidable fact was that he found the way I sustained myself terrifying. Watching him jerk and groan aggressively had forced a sense of worry that had not been there before.

So naive. I had been so preoccupied by the possibility he was disgusted by the way my family fed that I hadn't even noticed how uncannily accurate the depiction of us hunting was. It even captured Emmett's hunting style, which admittedly, was not far off from his personality. Loud, audacious, and reckless. What did all of this mean? Was Nathan really having these visions? And the question was if these dreams worked like Alice's…

"Nathan…explain to me what all of this is about." I asked in a cool and reserved voice – quite the opposite of what I was feeling at this second. I watched while the speedometer inched closer to nintey-five as my mood progressed to something more unsure.

"I would, if I even knew what was going on. I've been seeing a lot of things lately…And its not really like a daydream. Usually I just know if something has or hasn't happened yet – or if its happening right now. And I just understand everything that's going on. At first I ignored it…because none of them were really relevant. But its happening more and more." He explained in a haunted tone.

"I've only seen a couple of dreams that could possibly be visions. A lot of them are nonsense." I admitted – remembering I'd never told him I could see his dreams.

"You can see my dreams?"

"Yes."

I waited for Nathan's temper to flash – he was the quintessential hormonal teenager. There was a moment of anger in his eyes but he must have suppressed it because he just sighed and started to rub his temples.

"Do you have a headache?"

"Yea, lack of sleep. I need coffee." Nathan sighed – looking at the GPS to see how far we were from his approaching caffeine-fix.

"You've barely been waking up through the night. Been talking and thrashing a lot in your sleep but once you calm down you seem to fall back into your coma."

"Okay. We'll get coffee and then talk to Alice. I can't deal with this right now."

The routine was that Nathan and I sat at our now usual table away from everyone else – today there was a change to our plans. It would also be the first time Nathan sat with the rest of my family in the cafeteria. I was pretty sure Nathan's presence wouldn't change anything – after all they'd been more than acquainted with him…and yet I couldn't help but feel nervous as to how the encounter would go. Or maybe it was what Alice's response would be – but she'd been very careful in her thoughts to avoid telling me her opinions until Nathan would be in earshot.

For the first time in a couple of weeks Nathan's friends held him up. He looked at me with pleading eyes – begging for a rescue but I wouldn't oblige. I'd been selfish enough with him lately – they just wanted to make plans with him to go to La Push, a place that I unfortunately couldn't follow.

"You're both going to sit with us?" Emmett asked – careful not to irritate me when I was already on edge.

"That's the plan."

"Its like you two try to draw attention to yourselves." Rosalie grumbled

"I'm pretty sure you can't draw more attention than your Porsche did this morning Rose." Alice joked, both Emmett and Jasper laughing with her.

Guys I really need to go, I'll be there though. I promise Nathan said to his table before rushing off to our table

"Hey guys." Nathan said – and breathed a sigh of relief

"Sit." I pulled a seat from a nearby table next to me, taking extra care to look human in the process. I'm not sure if it was just how Nathan reacted to sleep deprivation but he was more than sluggish – everything about him seemed to drag while he waited for our conversation.

The heat rising off his body provoked a bizarre electric sensation that made me want to close the distance between us. I wasn't brave enough but Nathan was, he inched closer until our arms were touching when he looked at me and smiled. This was his usual smile

The smile was for me – it was just a façade but of course I could see beyond that simple gesture. He carried a pain in his eyes when he looked at me – an emotion that he was carefully hiding from me since we returned to Hong Kong. Unfortunately he was very hesitant to avoid any topic that would open discussion to his mood. He ignored the rest of the cafeteria, the tension in his body made it obvious he was very aware that our touch hadn't gone unnoticed. Rosalie had been right – the intimacy between Nathan and I had not been left unnoticed, I tried to tune out the gossip so we could focus with the task at hand.

Alice didn't wait for pleasantries, she started talking once he was seated.

"When did they start?"

"They've always been there, but it was a rare occurrence. Now these dreams…every night…constantly. Sometimes when I'm awake."

"Do they come out of nowhere? Are you focusing on something when they happen?"

"Always out of nowhere…" He said quietly enough that no one but my family would have heard it under the constant veil of chatter in the cafeteria.

I fought a growl that was surfacing from my throat – my body was hovering closer to Nathan as I sensed his anguish. I needed to somehow get Nathan out of here and back to Carlisle, there was no rational reasoning for my concern…but Carlisle always seemed to have the answers, and if he didn't, between the two of us there had to be some information at our disposal.

"We should take care of this at home." I suggested, more than eager to get us out of this environment where we needed to hide. We wouldn't be able to thoroughly discuss anything while under the watchful eye of our peers.

"No…this is silly…I'll manage." Nathan pressed.

Jasper spoke so quickly that I doubted even Nathan could hear him, but he was always more conscientious of maintain the lie than most of us. His paranoia stemmed from his difficulty with our lifestyle, sometimes he felt as though he needed to compensate in other areas because of the trouble the thirst gave him. "I agree this is important, Edward…but it isn't exactly a pressing matter. As long as he can function this can wait – yes? Nate hasn't been through highschool a doz---

Jasper stopped what he was saying when he noticed the change in Nathan's face, the tired expression was quickly replaced with a questioning as if he was bserving something that we couldn't see. All of us watched him intently – it was clear what was happening, Nathan's eyes were back to their brilliant multicolored glow and all of his features seemed intensified the way they usually did when he dropped his 'shine.'

"What should we do?" Rosalie asked in a voice far too quiet and fast for any human to hear.

"Wait it out. The humans won't notice his eyes from here, it shouldn't last long, right?" Jasper looked toward Alice.

"I don't know, his visions can be completely different from mine."

"Wait." I commanded – watching eagerly now that his thoughts were free from the shield he kept up from me. Nathan wasn't able to control anything during these visions, of course…I hadn't been around him any time one of these visions occurred…and he could never keep his thoughts hidden when he slept; where the bulk of these seemed to prey upon him.

The first day. I watched from an omniscient perspective – seeing myself as if from a camera or someone else's thoughts. It had been just like any other day, dry, uneventful, and blaringly tedious. Naturally all of this was multiplied by my negligence with hunting, I'd gone far too long without a meal that day. If the thirst wasn't enough of a warning looking in a mirror and being confronted with my black eyes would have reminded me of just how long it had been.

And then something happened to make my thirst ten, no… one hundred times worse. Once this mystery-boy's scent hit me my entire body was on fire.

"No!" I begged, causing my family to look at me with a sudden urgency.

"Edward, what is it?" One of them asked – I was so absorbed in this memory that I had no idea who asked.

"When I first took in his scent…nearly killed him." I explained absentmindedly

Why was he seeing this? Everything he could see…I didn't want him to know the pain that I felt, how would he react? How could he react to watching first had my murderous temptations that night.

'He can't be human…but why would fey stare at me like that?' Nathan thought to himself – addressing the murderous glare I'd been throwing in his direction. It was impossible to focus on the narrative of the story – the fire of his scent coated every inch of me while he sat there oblivious to the pain he was inflicting.

I must have missed part of their conversation in my daze because Alice elbowed me harder than necessary "Get him the hell out of here Edward – make sure no one is looking."

"What….?"

"Look at his hands, his face!" Rosalie hissed.

They were right – I needed to get Nathan out of here right now. His hands were gripping the lunch table so tightly that the veins in his arms were fighting to break the skin. Both of his thumbs were firmly placed on the upper end of the table, the power in his grasp formed two little divvies into the table as he forced them deeper into the iron table.

No one was looking.

Emmett and Alice held the table once they saw the look in my eyes, they would make sure that the table wouldn't move an inch once I grabbed Nathan and ran. This movement was dangerous enough as is – we couldn't risk anything else to count against us.

I pushed my chair back silently and in one motion swept Nathan in my arms, he didn't seem to fight me or do much of anything. His face was contortioned in pain as the vision followed me and the misery that he put me through for that very long class. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, relatively confident that no one would even notice the fact that Nathan and I had disappeared before it was too late. Nathan pawed at the collar of my shirt once we were outside and safely in the recess of my car.

We're coming. Both Alice and Jasper thought in sequence.

I watched Nathan carefully, holding him in the back seat of the Volvo while I waited impatiently for Alice and Jasper. His expression continued to furrow in pain his eyes remained unblinking throughout the entirety of the vision…and then he did blink. I couldn't have prepared myself for what I saw in those eyes.

These were not Nathan's eyes. The brilliant green that I had grown to accustomed to was swallowed by very familiar scarlet hue, this color was unmistakable. I was staring into the eyes of a newborn vampire experiencing the thirst for the first time.

Sorry for the cliffhanger! I promise to update soon!!