I'll Wait For You

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He did it again. He promised himself he wouldn't do it, but he did. The lifeless and drained body of an old man laid there, he really felt guilty. He just can't control himself, he just can't. He heard a gasp. He turned around and saw her, his mate. He wiped the blood off of his lips. "Y-you killed him." She stuttered, a lump in her throat is starting to form, eyes glistening because of the tears forming. "You killed my grandpa!" She shouted with so much anger, then his guilt ate him whole. Trina ran to her skinny, pale skinned grandfather. She kneeled down beside him, she sobbed and pulled his dead body close to her. "H-he's going come back. He'll be a vampire..." Harry told her. She glared at him, tears still running down her cheeks. "And then, what? Be a demon like you?" She snapped, her voice cracking, she caressed her grandfather's white hair. "I'm sorry." He said full with pity and guilt. "Your apology won't change a thing." "I hate you! Go away! Everybody's right, you guys are nothing but trouble, I thought you were nice." She added, he then saw the people he had drained from the past forming a crowd. Then, his father came, with this smug look that almost made him gag in disgust. "I told you, son. You're so pathetic." Everyone repeated the last word, even Trina. "Pathetic. Pathetic. Pathetic. Pathetic. PATHETIC!"

He jolted from his bed. He grazed around the room. 'It's just a dream'. He thought. He sighed in relief knowing it's not real, another horrendous dream. He rubbed his face gently. He won't be able to go back to sleep now. He groggily went to the wooden door, opened it and exited his room. He is only wearing sweatpants and a blue shirt and he is also barefooted. "Mr. Damian!" He called out. Then he heard quick foot steps, the man in a tuxedo finally appeared. "Yes, Harry?" "I was wondering if you would mind giving me a glass of fresh warm blood, please." He asked politely, you see, Mr. Damian is like an elder brother to him. He is actually the most trusted servant exclusively for the Cox-Styles kingdom. He used to be a slave in the late 1800's but his great quality service towards the family through generations somehow made an impact, that they made him a vampire, but he just feeds animal blood because he doesn't like the feeling of almost doing a cannibalistic action on his past kind. "Of course, Harry." He said with a smile that is so comforting. Harry smiled back, he got down stairs. He went straight to the dining room, sat down on one of the chairs, he patiently waited for Mr. Damian, he fiddled with his thumb just to kill time.

Seconds or so, the man in a tuxedo came, holding a wine glass with the rich, aromatic, pleasant liquid inside, which he craves for at the moment. Damian gently placed the glass in front of the boy, and watched him devour the liquid in a milisecond, Damian sensed something was wrong with the curly headed bloke, he decided to speak, "Is something wrong, your highness?" Damian asked, concern evident in his tone. Harry looked at him and sighed. "Sit down please, Damian." The older man did what he was told, and listened to Harry attentively as he spoke, each words processing into his mind, understanding the lad well. He haven't said something until Harry asked for an advice, Damian took a deep breath and let it out, "You see, Harry. All of the things we want couldn't be granted as soon as possible. It needs to have enough time before you can have it. The dream that you had isn't quite possible as of this generation. I know that you already know her grandafather so I know you can't possibly kill him, am I right?" Damian said, all Harry could do is to nod and smile, but then his lips formed a frown. "What if she would not love me back, Damian?" He asked, looking at the glass on his hand. "You just need to find ways to make her love you. No need to rush her. Patience is key, sir." Then Damian stood up and patted Harry's shoulder and walked off somewhere. Harry sighed, knowing that he's not that good in the waiting game he is undergoing. 'Patience is key.' He repeated the phrase in his mind.

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She slept through the night with ease, it was a dreamless slumber, which she will be grateful for as soon as she wakes up. Her curtains slowly moving, and there stood, Harry. He smiled, his lifeless heart racing. He knows he's dead but, he likes to imagine he was still alive.

He was never the boy to be this madly in love with someone before, well that was before and not now. He admits to enjoy this sensation he is feeling whenever Trina is around. It makes him ecstatic. He decided to stay here until his mate wakes up by the morning. He sat down on the floor resting his head on the wall, still making sure the sleeping figure is in sight. 'Sleeping beauty.' He thought, chuckling softly. And drifting off slowly as well with his Sleeping Beauty.

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Hello. Hi. I dearly apologize for not updating for 18379101729 days. I have encountered writer's block and I think I'm sure I'm going to experience it again. ;-;

I'm sorry guys.

-Anon xx