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back with me, thirst that
was all-consuming to him above anything he had ever experienced. I
saw that he only thirsted for my pure blood, not the demon blood
that had belonged to his mother.
    His anger and hatred overwhelmed me as I
continued to refuse him the one thing he most wanted. He knew he
had to have a drink or it would mean death, and I felt his
crestfallen spirit finally accept defeat when he knew he was going
to die.
    And then I had fed him. He had wanted to
consume every drop at any cost. I had reached him once again by
telling him I loved him.
    Then his feelings turned, and desire began to
course through his body. He lost all sense of his moral compass. He
would let me live, but he was determined to have me physically, one
craving being traded for another of equal power.
    I felt the pain coursing through his veins at
this time, and I started speaking the words of our binding spell to
him, as if fire were racing though his very body, melting
everything inside. The pain had been so bad he had wanted to scream
out, but he had been frozen by the power, unable to move. The
change had happened as the white light that consumed us both began
to stop his demon transformation.
    He held me for only a moment after I had
passed out, laying me gently on the floor and scooting back against
the wall. He sobbed in anguish, racked with guilt over what he had
done.
    He watched without moving; my dad and my
grandma rushed back in to pull me out of the cell and then sealed
him back in again.
    They left with my body, and he had waited in
agony for word on how I was doing. When they finally returned to
speak with him, he had to work hard to convince them he had truly
changed.
    They were reluctant to let him out of the
chamber. After a day, they finally believed him and set him free.
He had come directly to my room and crawled onto the bed, lying
down next to me. He had entered into my unconscious state.
    He had held me in my dream, in my field of
flowers, and was explaining to me how everything worked. While he
held me, he felt the first stirrings, the cravings threatening to
raise their evil heads once again. He knew then that I had stopped
the conversion, but the desire was still there. He had to leave, to
see if he could put an end to this once and for all. He refused to
risk being so close to me, afraid he would harm me once again,
knowing he would never be able to live with himself if he did.
    He had gone back to his home to find all his
things had been taken, so he went to my house and got some of his
stuff from there. That was when he had seen the camera I had given
him. He took it with him and developed the pictures at a one-hour
photo place, while he wrote me the letter he had left for me.
    Even while he was away from me, preparing to
leave, he still felt the cravings at regular intervals. He knew he
was going through withdrawal. He had to get away from me. He had to
protect me, that thought being first and foremost in his mind.
    It had been difficult for him to part from
me, in fact excruciatingly painful. He had tried to concentrate on
the job in front of him, though he had to stop several times during
his searches, overcome with the need for blood, and wait for the
attacks to pass. He knew he had been right to leave when he
realized it was specifically my blood he craved, though he wished
desperately it wasn’t so.
    In spite of all that, I experienced the first
surge of joy he felt when he realized I was standing behind him
today, followed by the second surge of fear that he would lose
control.
    He had been truly surprised when I had hit
him, but he wasn’t angry. He felt like he deserved it. If it were
up to him, he would have let me beat him to a pulp.
    When he had grabbed me and kissed me, it had
been with good intentions, but the force of his emotions had
quickly changed everything. Without realizing it he had begun to
crave another drink of blood, the sound of it racing through my
veins calling out to him in the heat