As soon as Asher returned home that night, his mind was automatically drawn to Serah who he knew slept only a few meters away. He restlessly paced the length of his room for a while. It had become a daily habit of his, but this night he seemed to feel particularly unsettled. He thought about the girl who was killed. She was about Serah's age… it could have been Serah who… his fists clenched. The mere thought of anything happening to her distressed him. Not to mention those vampires have been trying to get close to her. Before he realized it, his feet carried him to her door.
The house was plunged in silence but this made him all the more comfortable to discreetly move around. He stared at her door intently, his hands clenched. He wanted to see her… needed to. His hand was reaching out to
