“THAT'S IT, LEAH. YOU can do it.” Theron held onto one side of the foam board while Leah held onto the other, vigorously kicking with her legs. Her strength was coming back more each day, and Theron had to admit he felt a new sense of purpose in life. Now that he had the opportunity to help another, it gave him a bigger thrill than that of feeding nightly, though it didn't curb his hunger.
What did life mean to him really? He had lived these three centuries and for what? For life eternal? And for what reason did he crave everlasting life? Was he contributing some great thing to the world and mankind? Was he such a good man that the world would not function without him in it? No. The solemn thought plagued him as he continued to drink in the beauty of the woman before him. He was simply a
