"I take it you don't like fire."

The animals in the forest considered him a friend, from the groundhogs to the deer. They liked that he was different, unlike the humans who hunted them and killed their friends.

Those peculiars softened into some things to be admired when he was alone.

The hobbit lived alone, as most hobbits do.

There was love in Ben’s eyes. Aric had tried to hard to discourage it, to push Ben away, but he had only failed. Ben hadn’t given up on him.

All he could focus on was Ben’s scent, getting stronger and stronger. No no no no no.

The other vampire had left minutes ago, but the blood seeping out of Aric’s side wound had already formed a puddle of blood he laid in.

People come and go That’s just how it is It’s the truth, I know I’ll never forget you, Ms.

Memories are what hang in the air as a thoughtful silence falls.

There he is. Tubes run fluids into his wrist, air is given through the tubes in his nose. His face is stark white, pale and gleaming. And calm. Calmer than I've ever seen him.