Lana
Days and nights passed by and I was settled into a comfortable routine with Cross. Despite the food he readily supplied me with, now that I’ve had more of a taste, I craved only what the food couldn’t satisfy. I easily adjusted to his sleeping schedule. Rest during the day, wake up when dusk falls. I had eventually given in, and asked him if I could join in on his nightly hunts.
“Are you sure?” He asked me. I didn’t really know what to do except nod, embarrassed. Like he said, it got easier the more I did it. I no longer had guilt, the blood pushing me past fulfillment. It felt natural. The humans were just food at that point.
However, it felt like he was trying to keep me at an arm’s distance. Nothing more than gentle, friendly pecks on my forehead, definitely nothing
