Silent tears
Vincent POV
She was so young; her tiny frame draped lifeless over my arm. I brushed the hair from her eyes, admiring the sparkle of life within them. They begged me to save her— My beautiful princess—how I wish I could help you. Every ounce of will in my body ached at the thought of your loss.
I wanted her.
This sudden urge to come to her aide drove me to her side—there was a force—or at least it felt that way at the time. Quickly, I would stop asking questions and obey.
And it called for me to drink.
I fought the urge; my hands shook harder trying to hold it in—the demon that lived just beneath my skin. A second layer of soul lurking just underneath. That darkness waited for my weakness to peer out, then it would jump forward and take control. I had to be extra careful in moments like these—the blood already poking at me.
