☣ Beneath My Skin ☣
Posted: 30 Jan 2016, 04:22
January 29 2016 - 11:15pm
Here I am, sitting on the bed next to the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
My baby girl, my Aine. How did I get so lucky? First Fleur, my maker, my star, then Aine, beautiful lass that she is. This world might be new to me, but damn I am happier than I ever was as a human, scratch that... I'm happier than I've been in seven years. Since I last saw my Liza. Gods, I miss my little girl, but I know that she is doing well.
It's strange to think about, when I'm alone, I thirst so much, wanting to rip out the throat of the first human I see. But when she touches me, little touches like holding my hand, touching my face, the hunger takes a backseat and I don't yearn for that rich blood to run down my throat. What is it about her, that quells the killer in me? I haven't pinpointed it, but by gods it feels so good.
I told her I loved her last night, and be damned if she didn't answer me back, with those words I longed to hear. She loves me too, we agreed to get a place together, and we did. A big layout, two stories. Maybe I should invite Fleur over and have a meet and greet with the two of them. I don't know.
She's stirring now, making the cutest faces, I think I'll wake her up and we'll go 'shopping'. Maybe I shouldn't condone her behavior, but I can't help but watch her in action. Her face scrunches when she puts something in that bag of hers, it's adorable. I'll write later, she needs my attention.
Here I am, sitting on the bed next to the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
My baby girl, my Aine. How did I get so lucky? First Fleur, my maker, my star, then Aine, beautiful lass that she is. This world might be new to me, but damn I am happier than I ever was as a human, scratch that... I'm happier than I've been in seven years. Since I last saw my Liza. Gods, I miss my little girl, but I know that she is doing well.
It's strange to think about, when I'm alone, I thirst so much, wanting to rip out the throat of the first human I see. But when she touches me, little touches like holding my hand, touching my face, the hunger takes a backseat and I don't yearn for that rich blood to run down my throat. What is it about her, that quells the killer in me? I haven't pinpointed it, but by gods it feels so good.
I told her I loved her last night, and be damned if she didn't answer me back, with those words I longed to hear. She loves me too, we agreed to get a place together, and we did. A big layout, two stories. Maybe I should invite Fleur over and have a meet and greet with the two of them. I don't know.
She's stirring now, making the cutest faces, I think I'll wake her up and we'll go 'shopping'. Maybe I shouldn't condone her behavior, but I can't help but watch her in action. Her face scrunches when she puts something in that bag of hers, it's adorable. I'll write later, she needs my attention.