Talia's pov

I waited patiently for them to come home. I was a little nervous because Darcia's hatred for Stacey was unreasonable. She had no reason to be upset, yet she was. Except for Nicoli, I'm the only one who understands her. I thought I didn't know her at all at the time she left.

What was the cause of all the outrage?

I quickly understood when they returned home. I never thought I would see her jealous of someone so dear to me. My sister, whom I had spent all my life with, was the one who helped me in my worst times. Who has been there for me more than her.

I had to remind myself again who I was in love with. Darcia is a vampire. That's the brutal fact. I am in love with a non-human being who is feeding on blood.

When Nicoli comforted me, he whispered as quietly as he could, "Please, go after her, and explain that Stacey is your friend, not a lover."

Then I finally understood why she was so angry when I mentioned her. I thought it was more than clear how much Darcia means to me. How much I love her.

She is like a jealous dog. Don't want to share me with anyone. Keep me just to herself. She is possessive and protective of me and does not want to share my attention or affection with anyone else. Except, Darcia is not a dog, she's a vampire, and in order to date a human, she needs to become one.

After I fell asleep in her arms, I realized how warm she was. I do not mean her skin, but her act. Her arms were wrapped around me, feeding me with constant love. I felt the safest I had ever felt in my life. She made me believe that nothing could ever harm me as long as she was present.

Her love was a shield that kept me safe and warm. She made me feel like I was invincible, protected from all the harshness of the world. I knew she would always be there for me, no matter what. Her embrace was a perfect reminder of how much I was loved.

The assignment I had before I left the orphanage was about love (Chapter 4). Back then, I couldn't write even one simple sentence about it. Now I've found someone who gets jealous of me, who can't stay away from me, and who needs to be close to me. That feeling is something I have always wished for. Be someone's first priority.

My mother could have saved us from my father. If only I were her first choice to save. If only she looked more at herself than at the money. If only she found the courage to leave my abusive father. The word "if" is such a powerful word to say. But it is all in the past, and I shall never look back.

***

I woke up pretty early to the fantastic smell of grilled fish. I ran down the stairs immediately to the kitchen. Instead of Nicoli cooking, Darcia was behind the counter. She briefly smiled at me as I entered the room, and I took a seat on a kitchen island. The steam from the tea alarmed my nose as it crinkled.

"I made the tea beforehand. I hope you like green tea." Darcia clarified.

"Yes, thank you," I said. The room had a different atmosphere for some reason. The sunlight was coming through, shining right at me. I tilted my head in its direction and felt as my body decompressed. Peaceful harmony was set. Everything got sorted out. Except...

"Here," Darcia pointed and put the plate with a fish in front of me. I breathe in the smell of it, "Ahh, thank you. It smells incredible." And dived right in with the silver fork.

"After you are done eating, we should talk." She suddenly announced. I swallowed the piece of fish I had in my mouth. "Alright." I smiled.

Darcia rested her chin on the palm and was looking at me, enjoying me eating my meal. I was eating pretty well until I recall that she didn't feed for a long time. She must be starving. Seeing her so weak breaks my heart.

I put the last piece of meat in my mouth and afterwards washed the dishes. Darcia's hands tangled around me, which made me giggle.

"Am I tickling you, sweetheart?" Darcia asked in a low voice, right next to my ear. Goosebumps appeared on my skin. Her soft fingertips are so comfortable around my waist.

She kissed my forehead. "Let's talk in the living room, she quietly asserted.

We sat down on the couch and waited until Nicoli showed up the next following second. He lit up the fireplace and sat down as well, crossing his legs. Darcia put her arm around my shoulder and started to speak.

"We know what happened to your father, Talia."

I nodded so she would continue talking. She looked hesitant and a little nervous.

"It's-" She started.

A long pause followed.

I glanced at Nicoli, raising my eyebrows and widening my eyes. He looked at Darcia and decided to speak for her as she stayed silent.

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"That night when your father wanted to kill you and all of a sudden died, it was because Darcia killed him."

I turned my head back to Darcia, whose eyes were as dark as ashes. Her eyebrows creased. She waited for any sort of reaction from me. Probably the bad one. Nevertheless, I was more than overjoyed.

"Thank god." I cried through my teeth and burst into tears. I hung myself instantly around her neck and hugged her tightly.

I could sense Nicoli was grinning at me; however, I didn't mind. I pulled myself away and turned to him, saying, "Thank you, Nicoli. You are a great friend." I smiled with my teeth. He risked his existence to get this information. I cannot be more grateful.

He bowed his head at me in his way, saying, 'No problem.' He then got up, as he noticed us getting a little intimate, and left somewhere.

Darcia sat me in her lap and leaned her head against mine. "I was afraid you would hate me for it."

"You saved my life. I could not be more grateful." I kissed her passionately. Tasting her cherry lips. She was kissing me back like she was hungry. Hungry not only for me but for blood as well. Her grip around my waist got tighter. Her ice-cold lips were eating mine.

"Ouch." I squeaked in pain. I touched my lips with my fingertips and found blood on them.

"I-I am so sorry-" Darcia slowly apologized, looking down at my chin, studying the traveling drop of blood. Her eyes were shining red. She was starved to death, even though she could not die. That's the kind of look she had on.

"Lick it," I said.

"Don't be ridiculous." She shook her head and clenched her jaw.

"I said lick it, Darcia," I demanded.

She looked at me hesitatingly. Her pupils grew bigger, as did her nostrils. She grabbed my face into her hands and pulled me inches away from hers. She then proceeded to stick her tongue out, gently licking the dripping blood on my chin up until the small wound that she created on my lower lip.

Her tongue danced around my lips as she couldn't get enough. Entering the inside of my mouth. Connecting our tongues once again. I had no time to get oxygen. She couldn't let me grasp for it. She pulled away from me and looked into my eyes with a satisfied smile. I could feel my heart racing as I looked back into her deep, passionate gaze. Wildness clouded her mind, and I had no intention to stop her from that.

***

"We are always in your bed. When will we switch places? It's not like I'm complaining because I think your bed is better. Softer? Or more bouncier?" I laughed.

"That's exactly what we need, my love," Darcia smirked. She then glanced at the opened window for a second.

"What is it?" I asked her.

"Do you trust me?" She questioned.

"Yes, I do fully," I answered.

Her arms embraced me as she arose from her bed. I tangled my hands around her neck, and she secured my back with her strong hands.

She opened the window fully and coldly, although a pleasant blow of wind refreshed me. She carefully jumped out of it and shifted us to the top of the roof.

The tiles were barely holding, but still, I had my full trust in her. Even if I was falling from the sky, she would catch me no matter what.

"Oh wow, the moon is so beautiful tonight." I pointed it out in surprise when I looked at the sky full of stars and a full, shining moon.

"It is indeed." Darcia agreed, smiling at me.

Her lovely eyes

Her hand traveled up to my cheek, gently squeezing it. "You're so adorable." She burst out with a dull facial expression.

"Aghh, stop saying such things; I'm getting nervous." I grabbed her hand and intertwined our fingers.

A comfortable silence began, and I could fully focus on the sky, getting deeper into my thoughts. I had it for quite a while in my head, and now I'm certain.

"Feed on me, Darcia." I broke the silence.

She sighed and pulled her hand away from mine. "Talia, don't start this conversation. I told you it's not possible."

"You're starving because of me. I see how weak you are. You cannot fool me. So please, let me do this for you." I declared.

"How much blood do you need to not feel hungry?" I asked.

She laughed, "I'm always hungry, sweetheart. I have never been full, and I never will be."

"How much do you really need?" I questioned again not just her but also my own thoughts. How much does a vampire really need to be satisfied?

"Not that much; however, I cannot be exact. I always fed how I felt like it. Never did I wonder if it was enough. It's never enough." She admitted, looking up in the sky.

I clanged onto her and wrapped my hands around her arm. She kissed my forehead and lightly smiled.

"Then accept my blood. Only a little bit, so you wouldn't starve. We will figure out later on what to do next." I concluded.

"We can try, but I can't promise it will work. You know how much I crave blood. I can't control myself all the time." Darcia approved with a guilty face.

"Yes, I know. Still, I'm sure we will make it work." I grinned at her. Her other free hand messed up with my hair, leaving me to look like I didn't brush my hair.

"Hey! What was that for?" I pouted with furrowed eyebrows.

"Because you're cute." She tilted her head and winked at me.

We returned shortly to our room, and after a long, hot bath, I jumped into a cold bed. Darcia put at least three thick blankets on me despite me, wearing a sweater and warm sweatpants. I soon felt my body temperature rising and the warmth of the blankets soothing me.

I fell asleep in the arms of my true love. It wasn't an easy love nor relationship. Dating a vampire has its perks, but I wouldn't trade it for anyone else. Vampires may not have the same understanding of human emotions, but they know how to love in a way that no one else can. Their eternal love and loyalty have been a source of comfort and security that I have never felt before. The love that it's given to me is more than I could ever get from a human being.

One of the most beautiful feelings I have ever experienced is being in bed with someone I love.

"Sleep well, sweetheart."