"What have you done?" Catherine startled me. I was pulled out of my own pity party and turned to look at her, Cujo still in my arms.
I shook my head, "I-I..." I needed to take control. It was hard enough that cujo saw me at my weakest. I didn't like that Catherine did too. I pulled myself together, morphing into a demon. "None of your business," I snapped. "Leave us alone."
Catherine narrowed her eyes at me, "When it comes to my own wellbeing, it is my business. I will not have my allies weak."
My eyes flashed with anger, "I ensure you, I am far from. It's nothing I can't handle. Now, leave us be," I was basically pleading with her, though I wouldn't let it show.
She gave me one final look and left the room. "You better be right."
I looked down at Cujo. I had to move him. I didn't want him coming too in my arms. That would just be awkward. So, I morphed again into something that would be able to carry him to the bed. I took off his shirt, marveling at his fit body for a second before rummaging around in the drawer and bandaging up the bite mark. It wasn't that big or gawdy, but I'm sure it would be sore.
There was nothing more I could do for him, so I took a seat at the window, staring out at the moon. Where had I gone wrong to deserve a fate such as this. I couldn't bare the thought of hurting anyone else. It was why I had formed my personality to be so harsh and cold, so that I no one could get in.
Turning, I glanced at Cujo. But he did. I morphed into a young human woman and took a seat on the edge of his bed, looking at his pale face. He didn't seem to be in any pain... at the moment anyway. Tears welled up in my eyes again. I didn't want to cry anymore. I wanted everything to go back to the way it was. Cujo deserved better than this.
I moved to the chair next to the bed and pulled my legs up to my chest and held my knees, placing my chin on my knees. After a few moments, I noticed Cujo come too, but I couldn't look at him. Not after what I had done. I could sense him touch his neck where I had bit him. He turned his head, looking around the room
"Please, please forgive me, Cujo," I whispered as the tears poured down my cheeks like a leaky faucet that no matter how hard I tried to turn the handle, wouldn't turn off.
The next thing I knew, Cujo's hand was grazing my cheek, warming them up as color reached them. He was wiping away the tears. "Don't feel guilty. I wanted you to take my blood. It doesn't hurt bad. Don't worry." Why was he being so nice to me? I didn't deserve anything from him. In fact, I should be the one comforting him after what I had done.
I forced a smile for his sake, in order to make him feel a little better, wiping away any stray tears. He returned my smile and went back to sleep. He would need a lot of it beings I basically drained him. I got up and layed on the sheets next to him, looking him in the eyes and slowly drifted off beside him. At that moment, it wasn't so bad having someone at my side.
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