...Anastasia...
The moment that he opened the door, I questioned if I did not perhaps make a mistake in coming here. But when he welcomed me with open arms, I forgot who we really are, a Vampire and a Vampire Hunter. And I overlooked that small part where he is in love with me. The point is, I needed a friend, and he is the only friend that I have left.
And as he sees the mascara that is smudged between all the tears, there is anger that starts to boil in his eyes. I know exactly what he is thinking; he knows who has caused these tears, and there is no way he is going to overlook the pain that I am feeling. And there shall be no way that he will just let it go without saying a word. So he wastes no time in asking the question.
"What did he do now?"
"I am afraid there is a downside being with a man as old as he."
"I am glad that you can refer to him as a man."
"Just as I shall be glad you refer to me as a woman."
