On my knees

The story behind her getting drunk, surely was one he wanted to hear. Luckily she didn’t need any encouragement to share it with him. Which was possibly the best thing about their relationship. They could talk about anything, even if it was bad stuff, and they would never judge each other. It didn’t matter how horrible it was. Her whole story about the conclave, how she had killed people from a very young age.. It had never changed the feelings he had for her. Rather, it had proved that it didn’t really have an influence to the love he felt for her. Yes, she had done questionable things. Though he had never believed she would have executed them if she had had another choice. They switched between talking about very random facts and more serious ones so easily and it still felt so natural. ”He sounds like a pretty important person, if he managed to get you talking even if you think he’s a bit of an ass”, Mort joked. Not exactly the type he would hang out with, but who was he to judge her choice of friends?

The memory of that night, was still pretty fresh. It was actually hard to believe it had happened such a short time ago. Considering everything tough, he was glad it had taken that turn. ”I was pretty helpless back then”, He recalled. A soft chuckle was audible. ”I still am, let’s be honest. I wouldn’t be much without you”, He admitted. It was the truth. How much his sire had tried to prepare him for the outside world, she had been the one to truly guide him through it. He noticed how her heartbeat was slowing down from time to time. ”You’re tired, aren’t you?” He commented on it. There was not much she could hide from him, thanks to his vampiric senses. If she wanted to get some rest, he would gladly take her upstairs. She deserved it, and needed it, after all.

This friend of hers seemed like a pretty interesting person. The more she told him about the man, the more curious he got. He was happy for her she had found a connection like that though. Someone to give her a different perspective on her life than he could. Which was very important, he had figured out. The man was, just like him, an outsider. Or that was how much he could conclude out of the information she shared. ”Me? Hating someone? I don’t think so”, He commented with a chuckle. Perhaps the man would hate him, as he was probably too good for him. But the other way around? Hard to imagine.

That wasn’t really important right now though. The words she muttered made less and less sense. She was falling asleep and it was not hard to notice. Not for a vampire like himself. The meaning of the words hit him like a rock, though he decided not to comment on it. One day soon he would be on his own again, so he would have to manage by himself. For now, he had a duty to fulfill. Like making sure she could recover from her battle the best way possible. And, unfortunately, that meant he would have to take her to her room and leave her by herself.

So he carefully repositioned himself. She was clinging on to him, probably expecting to fall asleep on the couch. Though, he couldn’t let that happen. Not if he wanted to keep her safe. He lifted her up. ”Let me take you to bed”, He said quietly. The stairs were not really a problem, not with his enhanced strength. He eventually dropped her down on the bed, after which he pulled the pelts over her. He sat down for just a second. ”I will be outside, alright? For your safety”, He explained. As much as he wished to get under the covers with her, he simply couldn’t. He gave her a gentle kiss on her lips. ”Call me if you need me”, He instructed her, after which he got up again and made his way towards the door. With a last look on her, to make sure she was alright, he disappeared through the door.