Alive

Christine

“If you expect me to go to sleep after that, you are insane,” I muttered into his shoulder. Not wanting to pry my head off his chest, hearing that steady heart that I loved to hear so much, I wrapped my arms around him tightly.

I had done a stellar job not crying, but the dam was about to break.

“Christine,” Sebastian cooed, trying to pull me off his chest.

“Nuh uh,” I shook my head. Not happening, bro.

“Christine,” he said more sternly. My mouth opened and then my fangs bit into his shoulder where my head was laying.

“Oh fuck! What are you doing!?” I giggled, because I totally forgot that I had fangs and I could do the stabby-stab thing. Unfortunately, my body was having a mixed reaction to what I thought was funny because I began crying.

Gods help me.

“He’s gone,” the deep voice from the other side of the room muttered. “His body has retreated to the Underworld. Hopefully Hades’ will take care of him. I’ll take my leave.” Hearing the creek of the door open, it let in the s