Layla woke up and stepped out of the bed to see Vaughn lying lifeless before her. She cupped his body, calling out his name, but there was no answer. His skin was pale, and his green eyes were shut as if he had taken his last breath. She held his body, which was stained with blood, and her mind raced with thoughts of what could have happened. Vampires needed blood to survive, but did he have to cut himself? She saw the knife lying next to him and realized that he must have used it to try and sustain himself. Layla's heart sank, knowing that Vaughn was on the brink of death. She couldn't lose him, not now, not ever. She took hold of the knife and, with a deep breath, cut her wrists open. Blood dripped out, and she quickly positioned her wrist over Vaughn's mouth, allowing the blood to enter."I can't lose you," she muttered, her voice trembling with fear and desperation. She took the other wrist and cut it deeper, allowing more blood to pour out. The blood flowed into Vaughn's mouth, and Layla hoped that it would be enough to revive him. She held her wrists in place, watching as the blood continued to flow, willing Vaughn to come back to her.
As the blood continued to flow into Vaughn's mouth, Layla watched anxiously for any sign of life. She held her wrists in place, feeling the warmth of her blood draining into him, and whispered encouragement, willing him to come back to her. Suddenly, Vaughn's eyes flickered open, and he took a shallow breath. Layla's heart leaped with joy, and she helped him sit up, cradling his head in her lap. He looked up at her, his eyes cloudy with confusion, and Layla smiled, tears of relief streaming down her face."Vaughn, I'm here," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'm not going to let you go."Vaughn's gaze focused on her, and he reached out a trembling hand to touch her face. Layla felt a surge of emotion at the gentle gesture, and she leaned into his touch, feeling a deep connection to him.
"Why?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Why did you do this, Layla?" Layla smiled, as she hugged him tightly. "I couldn't bear to lose you," she replied, her voice filled with emotion. Vaughn was surprised, he thought he would die, and hadn't expected his slave to save him. He looked down, gazing at her injured hand, and his heart ached with guilt. He quickly stood up, wrapping a cloth around her wound to stop the bleeding. He led her to the bathroom, where he kept a first-aid box. He treated her wounds, carefully cleaning and bandaging them.
"I'm sorry I made you go through all this," he said, his voice filled with regret . Layla smiled, her eyes shining with tears. "You've always cared about me, Vaughn. I couldn't bear to lose you," she replied, her voice trembling. Vaughn's eyes widened in surprise. No slave had ever shown such devotion to him before. He looked at her injured hand, and muttered, "Thanks," his voice barely audible . Layla nodded, trying to stand up, but her legs gave way beneath her. She fell onto Vaughn, her face close to his, their eyes locked in an intense gaze. Without thinking, Vaughn wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, his lips crashing onto hers. The kiss was passionate, filled with emotion, and Layla's lips trembled beneath his. Vaughn's heart raced, as he realized what he was doing. He was kissing his slave, the one person he was supposed to control. As he released her, Layla touched her lips, surprised by his actions. She hadn't expected Vaughn to kiss her, and her mind was reeling with confusion. Vaughn stood up, his face flushed with emotion. "I'm sorry," he muttered, turning away from her. Layla looked up at him, her eyes filled with questions.
"Why did you kiss me?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
Vaughn turned back to her, his eyes locked on hers. "I don't know," he replied, his voice filled with confusion. "I just couldn't help myself," Vaughn said, standing up and turning away from Layla. He couldn't believe what he had just done - kissed his slave, the one person he was supposed to control. He turned back to her, his eyes serious. "Layla, tonight is a blood moon. You have to stay away from me, as it would be dangerous," he warned.
Layla nodded, understanding the risk. She lay on the couch, watching as Vaughn changed into a new shirt. He went downstairs to get her meal, and when he returned, he handed it to her. Layla didn't have much appetite, but she finished the meal anyway.
As the day passed, the night fully enveloped, and Layla lay on the couch, obediently following her master's instructions. She covered herself with a blanket, waiting for the blood moon to pass.
Meanwhile, Vaughn had started to transform. He lay on his bed, hoping to get rid of the transformation, but it was too late. His eyes turned blood red, and he needed blood. But Layla wasn't an option - he couldn't bear to hurt her. In desperation, Vaughn staggered out of bed and picked up a knife. He cut his own skin, groaning in pain as his wings shot out, becoming more visible. He held onto himself, the pain intensifying.
Layla watched in horror as Vaughn cut himself. Why couldn't he drink from her? Why did he want to hurt himself? She stood up, biting her own skin until blood came out. Vaughn scented the blood from the bed, but he held on, groaning in pain. He couldn't bear to lose Layla. Despite his warnings, Layla stepped forward, her eyes locked on Vaughn's bloodshot red eyes. He signaled for her to go back, but she came forward, lying on the bed beside him. Vaughn pushed her away, but she insisted, her eyes filled with determination. Vaughn couldn't hold himself back anymore. He inserted his fangs into Layla's skin, and a sharp pain drifted through her body. She held the sheets tightly, her eyes closed in agony. Vaughn sucked her blood deeply, regardless of the pain. Layla was getting dizzy, her vision blurring. If she had to die for Vaughn to be okay, she had no other option. The pain was increasing, and she tried to hold on longer, but she lost consciousness. Vaughn was lost in sucking blood out of Layla, his mind consumed by his thirst. He tried to control himself, but he couldn't. Why did she have to do this? Why did she have to sacrifice herself for him? As Layla's life force faded away, Vaughn finally came to his senses. He pulled back, his eyes filled with horror, and saw Layla's pale face. He had taken too much blood, and now she was dying."Layla, no!" Vaughn screamed, holding her close. "Please don't die. I need you."