My vampire queen.

12. Northern vampires.

That night, the following night, and the entire week after that, Vanya did not show up.

They moved in together since Sandra had asked Emmy to be her girlfriend. Now that she was alone, Cosima died more from loneliness than from despair. She made an effort to lose herself in reading, but nothing could ever fully replace Vanya in her life.

She could never get over the sense of abandonment she felt every day without her. She missed her deep laugh, her burning warmth, and her calming presence. She started to worry whether there was anything she had done to offend Vanya if she had brought her down, or if she had inadvertently pushed her away.

She was really missing Vanya.

She couldn't help but want the woman's warm touch, her deep voice, and her delightful perfume as her feelings for her spiraled dangerously out of control, even though it would be selfish to acknowledge it. Admittedly, it is uncomfortable, but during their separation, Cosima develops feelings for Vanya.

It was awful; after going over everything in a week, she fell in love with Vanya, overanalyzing every second they spent together and considering every small thing she had let her do.

She quickly put the book down, ran to the door, pulled the handle, and opened it in response to the knock, her eyes brightening with hope that seemed to spark in their enigmatic depths.

When she noticed that there was simply a cold breeze striking her in the eyes and no one else in the doorway, her joy faded. "I'm paranoid." Muttering under her breath, she stared at the snow-covered earth, almost forcing herself to acknowledge that the lack of sleep may be the reason for this.

This has been going on for two weeks, and she is unable to remember when she last ate today or if she ever ate anything at all. She shook her head, attempting to dispel the fatigue that was permeating her mind.

Or maybe she just went crazy.

She turned to lock the door after wiping her eyes and pressing her lips together, but she felt something hefty crash against the back of her neck. She gasped in shock, staggered forward, and dropped her keys on the frozen ground. She raised her hand to her neck, sensing a sudden, intense agony as well as warmth coursing through her body. She spun around in a panic, wondering what had hit her, but nothing was there.

"What the-"

A shadow came over her, reaching out with phantom, black fingers, and she let out a piercing scream. Her left pupil was covered with blood, and both of her eyes rolled into the back of her head with a quiet whine as her vision went completely dark.

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An incoherent grumble roamed her throat as she felt something warm on her face. A bunch of quiet whispers surrounded her. Her bones ached when she got soaked in freezing water, making her jolt awake, regaining all of her senses, panting heavily, and looking around terrified.

"Hah!" She heard a low and quite amusing chuckle. "Told you she's alive, bastard! Suck it!" Cosima's scared eyes snapped forward, facing the deep voice that spoke. She reluctantly leaned back, not nearing the people.

The one that was laughing seemed to be a man in his late twenties, his hair long, falling on his shoulders, a charcoal dusty color, a few strands blowing into his face as the wind roamed the trees. He was really pale—his lips were a deep red, and he had dark blue eyes that contrasted with the frozen ground.

A heavy hand smacked his head, and Cosima gazed at the person who was towering above him by an inch or two. "Watch your tongue." A smooth, sultry voice echoed in Cosima's wet ears, the low tune soothing her down slightly.