I ran, faster and faster, trying to get away from an unbearable screaming. "What the hell is going on?" I asked myself quietly and dodged the forest trees, one after another. "There is nothing to fear, Sweetheart." A soft voice spoke in front of my and I could see a faint outline that disappeared once I realized what it was. "Wait!" I yelled, looking behind me to see if the source of the screaming was behind me. "You're a stupid one, Sweetheart." The same voice spoke next to me, making me yelp and back up against a tree. "How am I stupid?" I asked in a little bit of anger, feeling a cold breath run over my face and I froze. "You are running away from help, not away from the screaming." He chuckled lightly to himself, seeing my pure fear. His arms shot out and gripped my shoulders with a crushing force. I was forced to cry out in pain and I tried to struggle as he pulled me close to him, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Let me go!" I screeched, hitting him in the chest as he pulled me close and hovered over my neck. "Now, now. Keep struggling and this transformation will be quiet painful for you." I felt myself stiffen at his words. He bit down hard on my neck and I felt the tears stream down my face, darkness following my lids as they closed...
I sat up in bed and screamed, Drake coming to my rescue by wrapping me in his arms. "Hush, it's over now." He repeated as I sobbed into his chest, placing my hand over the pulsing pain in my neck. He rubbed my head gently and kissed it before pulling me back to look at him. "It's over Sweetheart. Nothing's going to hurt you." I nodded and he pulled me into his arms again, lying us down slowly. I rested my head on his chest and knew something was wrong. He was not warm and his grip around me felt weak. "Drake, are you okay?" I asked, seeing his chest was not rising and falling gracefully as it would. "Drake?" I saw up and saw he was passed out. I sat on his waist and placed my hands on his chest, shaking him lightly. "Drake, wake up now." I heard the sorrow in my own voice. Drake didn't even move a muscle. "Drake, open your eyes if you can hear me." I gently picked his head in my hands and slapped his cheek lightly. "Drake?" I asked, letting a tear flow over my rim. Before I knew it, I was flipped and pinned down to the bed. Drake's body was on top and his hands pinned mine above my head. "I'm sorry." He looked at me weakly, showing a small smile too. "Are you okay?" I asked, getting my hands out of his grip and sat up as I placed my hands on his cheeks. He raised his head but shook it. "I need something..." He sounded unsure. I looked at him in confusion and tilted my head a little. He pulled my legs gently and put me on my back again. "I need something from you." He supported himself on his hands that where on the side of my head. I understood him after he looked at me miserably. "D-d-does it h-hurt?" I stuttered, not knowing what I was actually thinking. "I've never actually taken blood from the vessel itself." He admitted, looking at me unsure. "I don't think it hurts unless you make it." He down at me with a confused look on is face. I lifted my head and pulled my hair over the left side of my neck, leaving the right exposed to the cool morning air. "Are you sure?" He looked at me, not knowing if was able to do it himself. "If it helps you and makes you better." He leaned down slowly, placing his lips onto mine before leaving a trail of kissed down my neck. I closed my eyes and felt my heart start to race as he parted his lips over my neck. I braced myself but didn't feel anything but Drake moving away from me. I opened my eyes and saw him sitting on the edge of my bed. I sat up and moved over to him, placing my hands on his shoulders gently. "I couldn't do it..." He spoke quietly, letting a few silent tears fall down his cheeks. "Hey, come here." I made him turn and I pulled him into my arms, letting his head rest on my chest. "There is nothing to be sorrowful about." I whispered softly in his ear, kissing his head gently. "But that's not the reason I couldn't do it..." He started to sob into my chest and I hugged his tighter. "I had a nightmare last night that I wasn't able to protect you and you were killed..." He paused and looked up at me, more tears falling quietly. "By me." I showed a little smiled and ran my hand over his forehead, pulling his hair back. "You could never lose control around me. Plus my training will keep me alive for a while." I kissed him gently and wiped away all his tears. I moved around so I was sitting against the bedhead and had Drake's head resting in my lap. He closed his eyes and what looked like slept for a little bit, me watching over him like a guardian angel. "Will you sing for me?" He opened his eyes and looked up at me. I smiled and thought, shaking my head a little. "But I'm horrible. I could probably make our ear drums bleed." I warned and made him smile. "They have been through a lot. I don't think your singing would do such a terrible think unlike my mother's." He closed his eyes and shook his head sorrowfully. I laughed lightly and thought to myself as the silence kept going for what felt like hours. "In music, did you say I was good?" I asked curiously, not knowing if it was him or Mr Buzz. "No. What made you think of that?" He opened his eyes again and looked at me weakly. "Nothing..." I muttered, sighing heavily and thought about songs or something to listen to in my head.
