Tears spilled from his eyes as he stared down at the unmoving form in his arms. She was so pale - so lifeless. He knew it would only be a matter of moments before she succumbed to the ultimate sleep. Death would claim her, and it was he that had brought it to her. This is what Julia wanted. She wanted him to feel this self-hate and disdain for what he was. She was amused by the fact that it would ultimately be his hunger that would steal the last breath of his humanity. A small amount of blood still oozed from the wound on her breast, it lay scarlet against her pale skin. The sight did not invoke his hunger, only the pain of knowing that he had killed the only person that mattered to him. He had doused the single flicker of light that had still illuminated his world of darkness. His hunger had been too great. He had tried to withdraw from her, but his need to feed had consumed him. When he’d finally come to his senses, Nicole had grown limp and pale - her life essence nearly gone. She’d sacrificed herself to ease his suffering, but the pain of taking her life was far greater than the agony of starvation could ever be.
