My dear Anastasia has been lying here in my arms for almost a day. She has not stirred much but for a few tremors that riddles what I fear could be her dreams. What has my foolish behavior done to her?
But this truly begs to bring a question, did I release too much of my venom into her? For I fear that her transition into a vampire might have begun, and her tremors aren’t dreams, but her body is slowly dying.
As the sun slowly starts to set on this miserable day, I once more feel her body stir. I pull her even closer to where her head is resting on my chest. I close my eyes and think to myself that only if I had left her alone in that alley, none of these beastly things would have happened to her.
“Se…Sebastian,” I hear her whisper, and I immediately sit up straight.
“Anastasia, my lov
