It's the middle of the night when I come back with two bags full of pastries. I even bought a chocolate cake.
Julia was sleeping soundly when I left, so I assume to find her in the same position when I come back.
We've spent the rest of the night in her room since the sheets of my bed are full of stains and many other fluids.
My girl didn't look scared of me, just exhausted, when I finally managed to get in control of my own body and stop doing... Well, everything.
My breakdown has been way worse than hers. I owe her now.
But it's also her fault for coming into my room after I told her not to. She's so stubborn and wily; she took advantage of my state until she realised she couldn't really keep up with a vampire without control.
Not yet, at least. She might become stronger than me one day.
