Mary-Allison Flagstone

He’s still here. In my bed. Christopher sleeps peacefully. Probably wiped from all the vampires he’s had to kill. ‘Vampires’, it will not be insane to me. How have I not encountered these creatures in my two-hundred years on this planet? But all my questions go away when I watch Christopher’s ribs rise and fall.

I can’t stop staring at him as he sleeps. All I want is to see those ivy-green eyes, but now, he’s just as beautiful with them shut. ...