14. Old Memories

Darren:

As I gazed down at her, the name "Evianna" effortlessly slipped off my tongue. Her lustrous brown hair gracefully flowed down her shoulders as she cleaned the sheets with her legs, an action that would typically provoke annoyance if any of the other maids did it. Strangely, I felt no inclination to reprimand or scold her for this.

My eyes alternated between flickering shades of red and black, but this time, the insatiable thirst for blood did not consume me. There was a different longing within me, something else I craved. My fangs emerged, and I couldn't resist running my tongue over their sharp edges before inhaling sharply and redirecting my gaze upward, away from her.

The sensation overwhelming me is as unusual as the situation itself.

For hours on end, I lingered on the balcony of my bedroom, my gaze fixed upon the expanse of the forest stretching out beyond the mansion. It had become a routine, an accustomed habit that I found solace in, even as the darkness cloaked the