(From Demetrius's Perspective)
All those times felt like an eternity. I could hear, I was alive, but I could not open my eyes. I could feel touches, I could feel her touch, every time she stroked my face, kissed me, hugged me, but I could do nothing. I wanted to hug her too, kiss her and just talk to her, tell her it would be alright. But I knew it maybe would not be.
I would not have known what was going on unless she told it all to me all those times she would come here. When she did not, I felt like the darkness was consuming me.
And then, I could open my eyes today. With the sharp pain on my shoulder, the warm touch of her hands, and that look on her face… She was like a different creature. She had fangs, my blood was on her lips, dripping from her fangs. Her blue eyes had slit pupils and her tongue was split and thin. But it was her.
