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him if he killed humans, he’d nodded gravely. “Sometimes the urge is too strong,” he’d said, and left it at that. I knew that I should be angry at him for that. He was killing members of my own species, I thought reflexively. And then I remembered; he was my own species now, and how well had I ever really got on with them anyway? Save for Ben, pretty much every human I’d ever met had hated me. Of course they didn’t deserve to die for that, but I wasn’t going to go out of my way to save them.
                 
    And how could I blame him without being a hypocrite? I’d killed a human. I may have been in a blood frenzy, and I may not have been myself, but I’d killed one nonetheless. Plus, if Galahad hadn’t been there, I would’ve killed my bestfriend.
                 
    I was ashamed, but I was thinking about Ben less and less now. In fact, all I really thought about was Galahad and my training.
     
    He’d put a piece of meat in front of me during restraint lessons, and I had to stop myself from jumping on it. At first it was nearly impossible. My mouth would fill with saliva and my body would start to shake, and then I’d jump on it and suck it dry. The blood put me into an intoxicated state, where everything felt pleasurable and perfect, and all I wanted to do was lie down and stare up at the stars.
     
    After a few dozen times, it started to get easier until I no longer had an uncontrollable urge to jump on the meat. Galahad was proud of me, but warned me to not get overconfident; he said that the urges are ever-present and should be respected, not ignored. We should give in to our urges when we know it’s safe, he told me, and restrain them when we know it’s not.
     
    On top of that Galahad also taught me a few vampire magic words. Mostly these were for if I had another vision; he taught me how to get out of them safely, without causing damage to myself. I’d asked him how I’d hurt myself in a dream and he’d smiled and said, “You aren’t dreaming. You are seeing into the past, and sometimes the past doesn’t want to let you go. Sometimes you have to fight the past away, to reach the present.” I’d smiled at that. It was so true.
     
    So that’s how I spent my days, and as much as I loved them, I looked forward to the nights much, much more.
     
    My nights were spent with Galahad. Sometimes we’d light a big fire and he’d hold me in his arms, and we’d watched as the fire spit orange into the darkness, and I’d feel the safest I’d ever felt in my entire life. His arms are big and strong, and every second I was within them was perfect. Other nights we’d hardly be able to control ourselves and we’d go at each other with passion, and I’d lose myself in his body and his kisses and his strong yet soft hands.
     
    Every second I was with him I felt like I was under the effect of a drug. It was like blood, and yet somehow better. Blood gave you pleasure, but it was fleeting, momentary pleasure. Galahad’s company was more than that; it satisfied me to such an extent that everything else, my life before him, ceased to exist.
     
    My insecurities, my mother, my father, and Ben all disappeared from my mind completely for those few precious months. I sometimes felt guilty when I thought of Ben, of how I’d left him, but then Galahad would hug me from behind or smile at me or touch my hand and I would instantly forget.
     
    Is this love? I thought. It was a constant thought in my mind. I’d never known love before, not even the love of a parent. It must be love, mustn’t it? I thought. Every time I looked at him I filled with warmth, and in his eyes I saw my future; his eyes were not like windows into his own soul, as some people say of their lovers, but were windows into my soul. In him I saw everything that I’d ever wanted to be.
     
    No longer was I a plain girl with no one to love her; I was a lover, a woman with a man to call her own. It was thrilling, and I