This bed was so soft. It was the only thing on his mind at the moment. His fingers brushed over the sheets, as if it suddenly was the most precious thing in the world. The vampire moved a bit, immediately forgetting that moving only worsened things. He bit his lip, another sigh. This would just be a reminded that he should never drink again, if he could honestly remember anything in the morning. But for now, his unconciousness thought it was time for bed and dragged him under, resulting in him finally relaxing and giving in.

With only a few breaths he had been gone, off into the darkness, wandering aimlessly until his mind deemed him fit to see the bright of day again. It was a slow process, full of waiting, full of boredom, yet also relieving and peaceful. He didn't mind waiting in this darkness, surrounded by utter nothingness. He just wished he had someone to share it with.

But the darkness seemed to last shorter as usual as he woke up only hours later. Everything had stopped turning, his head seemed clear and it felt like everything was fine. And yet it wasn't. It took him a moment to adjust to this darkness before he looked sideays to Allison, who was sleeping peacefully. It brought a smile on his face as he softly brushed some hairs out of her face. There was never a moment that she didn't look beautiful to him.

His head didn't hurt as much as he expected. Perks of being a vampire I guess. The moonlight shone through the open window, reflecting on the gold ring around his finger. It drew his attention. A year ago he wouldn't even think about wearing the stupid thing. He would search for the best and quickest buyer out there who was willing to pay him a lot gold. He would have sold it without even thinking about it. But now things were different. And selling this golden band seemed like the devils work.

And what a devils work it was to fall back asleep again. Whatever he did, it didn't seem to work. So, he got up, slowly, in an effort not to wake her. He sat at the edge of the bed. He didn't want to worry, yet here they were. The vampire closed his eyes again, trying to push the thoughts out of his head. Not that it worked.

Eventually he got up. If he couldn't sleep, he might as well not bother with laying down. He wondered if this were his vampire powers doing their work, if he slowly stopped being able to need sleep. He just hoped his mentality wouldn't suffer under it. He walked over to the balcony overlooking the ocean. With the moon reflecting on it, it sure was a beautiful sight. He leaned against the cold stone, crossing his arms over his chest. It didn't take long for his thoughts to consume him again.

He could sense her movements before he even had realised she had woken up. The sudden change in her heartbeat made him look up, for a moment he was confused, not sure what the sudden beating was, before he realised that he wasn't alone. And it occurred to him that he probably never would be alone again. She was at his side and he was supposed to be at hers. But instead, he sat outside, pondering over selfish thoughts and worries while she needed him.

With a sigh he got off the balcony, brushing through his hair with a hand before walking inside again. She had her back turned towards him, giving him a spike of shame that he hadn't stayed with her. Without saying a word he sat down again, wondering if he should lay down and join her again, or just tell her he was here again. Eventually he settled for both, laying down next to her, though he didn't touch her. ''I'm not going anywhere.'' Was his soft whisper as he turned his attention to the ceiling again. Your best friend when you wanted to avoid awkward conversations.

He didn't need to be here, but a part of him stil lwanted to be here. It longed for her and he wished this whole vampire-ordeal hadn't happened, that he could just sleep peacefully next to her instead of waking up every two hours because he was already fully recharged. Kaz softly shook his head, looking at her when she looked at him. His eyes searched over her face, looking for anything that told him she was lying, that it wasn't fine. Because he knew.

Hesitantly, he grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips to put a soft kiss on it. ''You don't need to do everything alone. Let me help you, let me assist you.'' He hadn't been blind or deaf these past days. Allison had been behind everything and all he had done was.. what had he exactly done? Precisely, nothing. ''Don't take this burden alone. We both took this upon our shoulders.'' Now it was just hoping he could convince her, that she wanted to be convinced.

There was a flinch of hurt in his eyes for a few seconds. But it just as quickly disappeared as it had appeared. Why did it sound like he was of no more use to her? She had what she needed, she had made sure he was in a position he couldn't run away from and she could do whatever she wanted. The grip on her hand weakened. Sure, she didn't mean it like that, but that didn't mean that Kaz thought like that as well.

On the contrary, the paranoia started to get to him all over again. What if this wasn't love? What if she was just using him, again. Was he truly a blind fool and had he thought this was all for the best? He was somewhere where he didn't want to be, but she soothed those thoughts, she told him everything was fine, but now, now he wasn't so sure anymore.

''Allison, please.'' He tried, masking the hurt in his voice while he looked at her. ''There's more to it than that. Let me help.'' He asked again, a little more firm. What if she didn't want him to help because she was doing all this kinds of shady stuff he wasn't suppose to know about? What if this position wasn't enough for her? Maybe the alcohol was still in his head, or his paranoia truly started to take form again.

One second they could be the closest they could ever be, the next they felt like they were miles apart. Now was that kind of moment. How gently they had taken care of each other tonight, how awkward things were now. For a moment Kaz believed that maybe he was still drunk, that he was just not registering what was going on, but that theory was quickly debunked. He was sober and he didn't like it. But to drink another two bottles of whiskey was probably not the best idea.

Of course she was worrying him, she was always worrying him. They could be countries apart and she would still be on his mind 24/7. Or they would lay in bed and his thoughts were occupied by her. It didn't matter where she was, she always had a permanent place in his head. The vampire bit his lip, frowned as he tried to control the rising paranoia in his head. It had been some time since the feeling that resurfaced and he rather kept it that way. His head, on the other hand, thought otherwise.

''That doesn't mean you have to do it all alone.'' He tried to convince her again, turning his head towards her. ''You're not the only one with a fancy chair.'' She had pulled him into this mess so he was damn sure he would fix it. Wether he liked it or not.