38 - That ... Voice

~Diana’s Point of View~

“Wake the fuck up Godfrey, this isn’t who you are, you are the most badass warrior there ever was, you aren’t going to die because of some stupid ass witch,” I yelled at my brother’s deflated body.

I had infused him with the blood of our children, and from me for nearly a week and the only improvement we’d gotten was the healing of his silver burns. This would take months at this rate.

I was beyond exhausted. I wasn’t sleeping, I wasn’t even fucking. I had never let anything bother me, never let anyone get to me. But this was my Godfrey, my best friend and for many centuries on and off … my lover. We’d drift apart for a long time but we’d always make our way back to each other. Our bond was far too strong to deny. I’d long resolved that if something ever happened to make him meet the true death, I simply couldn’t go on. I could spend a century apart from him as long as I knew he was out there somewhere, being his asshole self.

Vampires rarely stayed together in