It's been a few centuries since Somari's death, and to be honest I hate the world.

I left my coven after the capture, torture, and death of Tesa.

Over the years I've slaughtered humans, without a care to the promise I had made to Somari.

He was the one reason I had changed, for the better, at that time.

When my father reigned we hunted and killed humans, simply for the need of blood.

Then I met Somari, and being with him changed my views and wants for things in life.

But they took him from me, and I took it all back.

Killing needlessly.

Draining the lives of those that wandered into the area I chose to hunt in.

I fed on the fear, the pain, the suffering.

Tonight I'm sitting atop a hillside of a new city I await to torture.

Looking at the view, I close my eyes and listen.

Wait... I open my eyes and slightly smile.

I smell my next victim, and they're close!

How easy these humans are. I laugh to myself.

I jump into the trees and skip every other as I hunt my victim.

Landing over the iron gates with the slightest thud as my feed hit the ground.

The anticipation is heavy for me. I want to toy with my prey.

The fear and suffering is heavy on this one I'm seeking.

I quietly walk around the edge of the house towards the front.

My victim is already on his knees, and I'm kind of disappointed about how easy this capture will be.

I speed and stop in front of him. This boy...?

Wait.... I crouch down to meet his level.

Somari? No, it's not Samori. They took him from me.

But this boy...

He look exactly like him! Who is he?

He's completely sobbing and suffering. Why?

Who or what has hurt him this badly?

I want to hold him. I want to wrap him in my arms and hug him. I want to love his pain away.

I want.. him.

My thoughts are back with me as he open's his eyes and make contact with mine.

"Hello.. My love."

Suddenly his eyes roll back and his body goes limp.

Shit! He fainted!

My arms shot out and I caught him before he hit the ground.

Cradling his upper body in my arms, my eyes scan over his face multiple times.

He looks just like my Somari. His face is merely inches from mine.

I reach my hand to his face and wipe his tear stained face.

I can't help myself with this boy. I want him so bad.

I lean down and lightly kiss his lips.

"Mine." I whispered to him.

I pick him up bridle style and carry him into the house.

My eyes look around. I sense no other inside.

This house is lovely. Like him.

The hallway that faces the front door is where I start walking to.

I stop and look to my left.

An office. I continue forward and open the first door to my right.

I assume this is his room as it smells just like him.

I walk to his bed, pull back his covers, and gently lay him down.

I took his shoes off and bring the covers to his chest.

I look at his face. Touching his cheek lightly with the back of my hand.

I'm curious about him. My eyes dart around the room. Looking over his belongings to get a feel of who he is.

 There are many pictures in a family frame hanging above his desk.

There's an older man in all these pictures with the boy. From the looks of their eyes, I know its his father.

I look over his desk and reach my hand out to a letter, addressed to: Liam R. Swan.

I turn to look at the boy sleeping.

"Liam huh? How sweet."

I venture out of the room to another door thats closed. Opening the door slowly I walk in.

This must be his father's room. I look around and my eye land on the medical equipment that sits beside the bed.

His father is sick? Is this why Liam is hurting?

No. Liam was hurting far more then his father just being sick.

I've sensed that kind of pain before.

The loss of a loved one.

I walk around the rest of Liam's house closing the curtains knowing by the time Liam awakens it will be daylight.

This house really is lovely. It screams comfort and love to me.

I head to Liam's kitchen and grab a water from the fridge.

I then head to the restroom I had come across earlier to look through his cabinets for medicine, no doubt Liam will have a headache when he wakes up.

I walk back into Liam's room and set the water and medicine beside his bed. Looking over at him and smiling to myself. I grab the chair from Liam's desk and set it beside the bed.

I sat down and reached out for Liam's small hand. I bring his hand to my lips and kiss the inside of his hand lightly.

I wonder how things will be when he opens his eyes.

However I know, no matter what he feels or what he's going through, I will never leave his side.

I will be there with him through it all.