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couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone else other than Galahad. I wanted to tell him how I felt, but I was scared that I’d gotten everything horribly wrong and he’d laugh at me. I didn’t think I’d be able to handle that.
     
    No, I thought. Just keep everything the same and then you won’t ruin it. But what if he loved me too? How sweet would it be to hear him utter those wonderful words in my ear at night whilst he held me? Would it make our relationship better, more perfect? I didn’t know, but I wasn’t sure that I wanted to risk it. I wished that he’d tell me he loved me, and then everything would be simple.
     
    I thought he was going to say it one day after we’d made love. It was strange, how quickly I got used to making love. At first it had hurt a little, but after that it felt incredible; pure pleasure pulsed through me as we did it, and as soon as it was over I was always hungry for more. It was perfect. I could hardly believe how lucky I was to have had someone as perfect as Galahad as my first.
     
    I’d asked him why he had suddenly changed his mind about it a couple of times, and he’d just shrugged and said, “Because you are too beautiful.” I knew that that was probably a lie, and that he was concealing the true reason, but I was too caught up in love to care. So what if he kept a few secrets from me? I was the happiest I’d ever been. I wasn’t about to spoil it by pushing him to share things that he didn’t want to.
     
    He’d looked up at me that day with a smile on his lips. The sun had just been setting, and his yellow haired was tinged with orange. Birds tweeted beautifully in the sky and a squirrel watched us with big eyes from a tree, nibbling on a nut. “I . . .” he’d said, but then trailed off.
     
    I’d stared at him eagerly, my chest aching. I’d wanted him to say it so much. But then he looked away and stayed silent. “What were you going to say?” I’d said.
     
    He’d looked up at me and smiled. “I want to be with you for as long as I am able.”
     
    That’d both thrilled and confused me. What did he mean, for as long as he was able? I was about to ask him what he meant, but then I’d saw my father’s war-medal glinting from a pile of our supplies. I was going to ask him what he had won that for, I’d recalled, and ventured the question. “What did my father do to win his war-medal?”
     
    Galahad had looked away and shrugged. “I’m not sure,” he’d said, and his voice had been distant. That’d hurt me more than I could say. It was the first and only time he’d been his old cold self with me since we’d made love, and I didn’t understand why. But I’d left it alone. I didn’t want to anger him. I didn’t want to ruin it.
     
    Apart from that, everything was perfect, and I floated in a sea of happiness. My shock at becoming a vampire quickly went away. I didn’t particular care if I was one of the undead. As long as I had Galahad I didn’t care what I was.
     
    One day after I’d killed a deer he looked at me and smiled. “I think you’re ready,” he said.
     
    “Ready for what?” I said.
     
    “Ready to go to the Council of the Undead.”
     
    My heart fluttered. So our time of solitude and happiness was over. It was time to meet the Council. I was a proper vampire now. I smiled at that, but I was also a little sad. I’d never again be Galahad’s student. “Are you looking forward to going home?” I said.
     
    “Oh, of course,” he said, but we were too close, and I could tell that he was lying.
     
                 

The deer’s scent flowed acro ss the river and drifted up my nose and down my throat. I breathed deeply. No matter how many times I saw a deer, no matter how good I had become at restraining myself, I still loved the smell of deer’s blood.
                 
    The river was white and frothy, and flowed with an aggression that made it seem alive. Galahad had his hand on my arm, and it was