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I sniffed hard, feeling the never ending tears run down my face as I took down my hair and sat on the rim of the bathtub. I had come to the book store, feeling a part of me more emptier than before now that Mrs. Hart was truly gone. "Stupid stupid stupid." I said as I watched the water fill that tub. I could feel the hunger coming over me. I knew I'd have to eat soon. I don't want to. I couldn't take another life, not after this. Not after seeing Henry's face, his eyes, the tears that dripped from them. The taste of his blood still lingered in my mouth. I savored it. Perhaps he would be the last. Perhaps I could submerge myself into this water and be done once and for all. I sighed. It wasn't the answer. I already knew. I would bathe and dress and go out to replenish my thirst.
I sank deep into the water, washing my body. I closed my eyes as I ran my soapy hands down my legs and over myself. I imagined his hands. I could still feel his body against mine. The way his breath sounded as I touched him, how his hair smelled as I pushed my nose into his wave of curls. "AHHHHH!" I growled as I kicked the tub cracking the rim. "Bollocks!" I cried. You know what you could do. I heard my masters voice in my head. I knew what he was referring to. "I could. But I shouldn't." I said aloud. I could go there tonight as he sleeps and bite him. I could go and make him feed from me, making him mine. The urge was great as the beast in me relished in this idea. You could go and take him. Make him your companion for always. He message rang in my ears. "I want him." I said swallowing hard. I am vampire. I can do whatever I want. You're feeding it Isabelle. You're feeding the beast you try so very hard to forget. "Fuck it." I said unplugging the tub. "I've never done anything for myself. Not like this." Quickly I grabbed my towel and dried myself. My body was already throbbing as I envisioned him laying in his bed as before. Naked. Open. Vulnerable. Perfect for the taking. His blood calling me once more. His taste was impeccable. Perhaps I could turn him and make him a feeder of the undead. I knew of a woman who did that to her lovers. She would turn them and have them only feed from her and her them. The potent blood gave them unimaginable satisfaction. I earned for it.
I grabbed my coat and shawl, pinning my hair up into a bun and applying only a small amount of lavender oil to my skin. I couldn't wait any longer. I needed to feed, I needed him. "I'm coming Henry." I said as I locked the book store door behind me, ignoring the image of Mrs. Harts disapproving face staring back at me from the other side.
"Mr. Saunders?!" The maids asked as Henry barged in from the main door. "What's wrong sir?!" They asked following him as he ran through the house and towards the back. He opened the door and walked into the back patio. He remembered what Isabelle had said about his mother coming back to the house. Was she in the forest? Hidden among the ice and snow? Part of him didn't want to look, but he knew he needed to. He needed to find her body and bury her next to his father. It was the right thing to do. "What are we looking for sir?" The maids and servants asked as they pondered out into the snow with their boots and coats and shovels. "My mother." He said as he trampled through the ice looking closely at the fall of the snow and the trees. "Your mother? Sir?" They all seemed to ask. Henry sighed. "She wandered away from the hospital and was trying to find her way home. She never made it back." That's all he needed to say as they all looked at each other and started looking.
