As Malcolm walked through the grocery store, picking the things he felt they'll be needing, he thought of how best to let Gigiana know what he felt for her. He wasn't one to use roses and other gifts to try to confuse her. He wanted her to love him of her own will, not like the last time he was loved. That vampire girl- whatever her name was- really loved him but he spited her so much. Right now, he feels that he abused that privilege. Perhaps, it served him right that she ran off with their unborn child. Could she have survived out there? Starved of her original meal of human blood and made to feed on that of animals. She lost her glow and began to look more like the scrawny thing that had demanded for Jakob back in that forest.
"Watch where you're going, mister".
Malcolm snapped
