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"Well, that's just fantastic."Jai's words dripped with sarcasm as I delivered the news. Cain's reaction to the news was to remain completely stone-faced."Does this not creep you out?" I asked him.He said nothing, just stared at me in thought.How could someone still be practicing medicine thirty years postmortem?"How do you know this?" Daniel asked me."I called around and found out all of the missing men had been seen by the same doctor then I called the hospital and the nurse informed me that he had been dead for thirty years."Cain crossed his arms. "Did the nurse happen to mention how he died?" He asked.I shook my head. I probably should have asked her, but I was too shocked by the news to think of anything in that moment."I need to see that certification of death and the M.E's report if there is one," Cain said to Priya.She shook her head "He died thirty years ago," she argued. "Those records won't be online. I'm sure they're in a hospital somewhere, but I can't get you vi

Narrative P.O.V.Cain stood out in the hallway, his breathing erratic.The fangs in his mouth were extending from his gums and poking his bottom lip. He tried to focus on the smell of disinfectant in the air but the only things his senses had zeroed in on were the scent and sight of her blood.For the first time in his life, he wasn't resisting the vampiric pull to completely drain someone of their blood.The urge he was fighting was not one to kill or satisfy hunger, but to satisfy lustful and prurient desires.It was much stronger than anything he'd felt before.He heard the doctor walking down the hallway and he turned to face away from him."When was the last time?" The doctor asked him as he walked up."I don't know what you mean," Cain remarked."When did you drink last?"Cain closed his eyes tightly as he caught another whiff of her blood on his hands, despite his earlier attempts to scrub it away."Yesterday morning," he answered."You shouldn't be trying to last that long," t

Ella's P.O.V.The next five days were some of the most boring I'd ever experienced. When I wasn't sleeping, I was laying on my back, staring up at the ceiling and counting the grain on the wood paneling in theframe on the bed. Breakfast was in my room everyday before I woke up in the morning, lunch was delivered by a boy whose name I didn't know because he wouldn't speak to me, and Cain alwaysbrought dinner at night Sometimes he would drop it off, other times he would stay and chat. It was never for more than a few minutes though.Sometimes he was talkative, other times he was quiet. Cain's definition of talkative, however, was to give more than one word answers when I would ask him questions. Although, he continuously gave vague answers when I asked him about how the search for my grandfather was going.Eventually, I was sick of staring at the ceiling and I abandoned the instructions the doctor had given me and I did homework or would read the books that I had borrowed from my gra

I shook my head as I reached up to touch it gingerly. I had been letting it breath for a few hours, but I needed to put a bandage back over it."You look kind of like Rocky," he said."Thank you," I said sarcastically.I had a huge bruise that nearly covered the side of my face and my cheek was still somewhat swollen."A good kind of Rocky," he assured me quickly. "Like Rocky after he fought Drago, not Rocky after he fought Apollo."I rolled my eyes and laughed. My stomach growled and I put my hand over it."Hungry?" He asked, hearing it.I nodded."Good, me too. Put on some real clothes and we'll go get something to eat."I looked down at my gym shorts and t-shirt and sighed before going into the bathroom to change. "Better?" I asked, exiting the bathroom in a long-sleeve tunic and leggings.He laughed "You still look like you're going to bed, but I guess it's temperature appropriate."I put on slippers and we walked out of the bedroom to find something to eat."So how's your head?"

Ella's P.O.V.What have I done?I watched the flames dance in the hearth of the fireplace. They climbed the brick walls, only to be pulled back down into the coals that glowed beneath the logs. That's how I felt, like I'd been floating on the highs of my daydreams and suddenly yanked back down into reality.I couldn't believe I had been naive enough to believe that Cain had liked me. It was a hasty assumption that I made based on one action he'd later admitted that he regretted making. I couldn't believe that Zak was right. I shouldn't have followed those men in the car that night and I never should have left my home and family to chase ghosts.It'd gotten me nothing but a concussion and false hopes. There was only one reason that I still sat in Cain's dark bedroom on the couch staring into the fire. That was to assure myself that I wasn't lousy enough to bail on something just because myemotional investment in it had backfired.Taking interest in Cain was a stupid move. I was there