"I do not know, the only person I killed on England soil was a young man covered in your scent." I jumped when I felt him licking my neck. "Your scent is covered with those other guys."
It shocked me how much love he had for me in this moment. Much more than I got from my family in the past few weeks. Late into the night, almost early morning, he carried me to the basement.
"Where are you taking me?"
"One problem with being a vampire. When I am away from my birth home, I must sleep in a coffin with the soil of my homeland mixed in it."
"You sleep in a coffin?"
"Had one custom made for something like this."
The coffin was huge, enough for three people, with red cushions. He laid me down and then walked over to lock all the doors in the house. Then, he took a blanket and covered me in it. I closed my eyes as he climbed in.
