Chapter Four
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As we walked through the door Helios smiled.
"Why are you smiling like that?" I asked.
"I have something for you. Come with me." I followed him down the hallway to a room.
"She's here." He said opening the door.
"Who?" I looked and saw a young woman laying on the bed.
"What have you done to her?" I asked looking at him.
"Dont worry Erin. She's not dead only sleeping. Don't worry. She won't feel a thing." I knew I couldn't help myself. I went over to the bed and lifted her up gently. I looked at Helios with a sad expression. He nodded slightly.
"Its alright Erin. Go ahead." I looked down at the young woman a moment then drew my fangs. I bit down gently upon her neck. Afterwards my guit hit me hard and I began to cry. Helios came to comfort me.
"Do not feel guilty. It is our nature and we must do it."
"I hate you." I whispered.
"I know." He replied.
I was in so much guilt I hated myself. I hated Helios more for what he had done to me. But one night I saw him standing at the window. He looked so sad. I watched his expressions and they seemed to twist with grief.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked plainly.
"My wife died to ya know." He replied, keeping his gaze out the window. I c****d my head in curiosity. He then turned to me.
"You're not the only one who has known loss Erin." I was intrigued, but didn't dare ask what had happened. I thought he would tell me when he was ready.
It wasn't but a few days later he told me his story. I walked into the living room and saw him looking out the window as he always had when something was bothering him. I staired at him with curiosity.
"My wife was the most beautiful woman in the land..." He began.
"What happend to her?"
"She was killed when Mount Vesuvius erupted." I stood there in complete shock. If that were true, he was thousands of years old. My curiosity grew as he kept on with his story.
"The only reason I survived was because I was not there."
"Where were you?"
"Im Rome. I had some unfinished business to attend to." As he told me this story i became starstruck with interest and sadness. He had been dealing with his loss for thousands of years. And here I was complaining about mine. I began to feel very guilty. He seemed to have took it rather well; yet I had not.
"Forgive me Helios. Forgive my selfishness." I said putting my head down in shame.
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