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     𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 NATHANIEL COULD'VE SWORN he'd ran around the entire perimeter of the forest at least three times until he had caught Rosalie, stopping her in her tracks. She had fed on seven animals in the past two hours, which was pretty impressive for a newborn, impressive to him.

"What's that you've caught now?" Nathaniel scratched his brow, staring down at the squirrel hanging from her hand by its tail and she shrugged, lifting it up in the air in front of her. It was as if she had zero emotions, she didn't care one bit about that poor squirrel, of course anybody else would be concerned but, Nathan was actually proud in a way.

"What does it look like? It's a squirrel, Nathaniel." Rosalie rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed, being stuck in a room with him for almost an entire day did take its toll on her. She bent down beside a bush, her back turned to Nathan and his eyebrows pinched in confusion as to what she was up to.

He walked around her so that he could watch as she used her hands to dig a small hole in the dry mud, and when her hole was big enough to fit an entire foot inside, she picked up the squirrel respectfully, placing it inside of the hole before she covered it back up with the dirt she had dug up, placing a leaf from the bush on top to represent a gravestone.

She stood up straight, taking a step back to admire her creation. Normal people would say it was sinister, or manic but... Nathaniel found it rather adorable, he watched the side of her face with adoration, his hands stuffed in his trouser pockets per usual. Rosalie looked up from the grave and glanced over at him, they held eye contact for a moment.

There was a small smile playing on Nathan's lips, he couldn't look away. Oh, she was so beautiful, so, so beautiful. It was unrealistic, he couldn't believe such a woman was stood in front of him, just a couple of metres away from him. Rosalie's eyes snapped downwards, staring down at her feet, they were still bare and if she were human, they'd be incredibly sore from stepping onto several sharp twigs.

"I'm probably going to need some clothes." Rosalie scoffed, a sad smile on her face as she scanned herself and looked back over at Nathaniel, who still had his crimson eyes glued to hers. He nodded, agreeing with her.

"I need to head to the hospital for another pick up, I can see if I can find some clothes for you... if you'd like?" He offered, one of his eyebrows raised and she stood still, her expression relaxed but unreadable. Whilst he waited for a response, Rosalie was stuck in her own mind as she just stared directly into his eyes.

She swore that when she looked at Nathan, everything around her went silent, she couldn't hear the tweeting of the birds, the wind howling or even her own breathing nor his. It was as if the world just stopped spinning, all life had died and something about the silence relaxed her mind.

The corners of her lips upturned slightly, she nodded slowly and looked away from him back to the makeshift grave. The ends of her long blood-covered dress swayed with the way of the wind, the breeze felt nice against her already chilly skin and that was when the sun came into view, beaming onto her face.

"Oh, yeah. Another thing about vampirism..." Nathaniel rolled back and forth on his heels as he watched Rosalie's eyes trail up to him, and he pointed at her arms, causing her to look down again, but instead of at the ground, it was at her sparkling arms.

Her eyes went wide and she fell backwards in shock, tripping over a twig accidentally. Nathaniel's own red eyes went wide too, and he sped over, one of his arms under her back and the other over her stomach, catching her with ease.

He chuckled, unable to stay serious as he stared into her eyes, seeing the fear in her bright red orbs, "How did you manage to fall? That's almost impossible for vampires." Nathan lifted her back up onto her feet, and once she was steady, she grabbed onto one of his arms and flipped him over gracefully, his back hitting the ground with a loud thud.

The pain in his spine stung like a bitch, but he quickly recovered, standing back up almost immediately after her outburst. The older vampire stood with his hands in a protective stance, down by his sides and he stood quite far away from her, his eyes squinted and his eyebrows pinched in confusion.

"Was that necessary?" Nathaniel questioned, his voice low and firm, knowing she could hear him from miles away. Newborns tend to have heightened senses, and way more strength, even compared to an ancient vampire.

Rosalie shrugged, wiping her hands off on the skirt of her dress with a small smirk on her lips, feeling somewhat proud of herself for being able to knock him on his ass, "Don't mock me." She spun around on her heels, the twigs snapping beneath her feet and she was off, running back in the direction of the house.

He let out a rugged, tired sigh, exhausted after chasing her for the millionth time that day. But, nonetheless, he followed after her, finding her in the kitchen, staring at the several blood-bags stored in his fridge. Her eyes were dark and filled with hunger, and she chewed on her bottom lip nervously, not even sparing a glance at Nathaniel as he appeared next to her.

"What's stopping you?" He lifted his chin towards her curtly, tilting his head to get a proper view of her face. It was clear that she was stuck in her own thoughts, fighting back and forth between tasting human blood and not. Nathaniel knew that if she did taste it, she'd have to drink all eight bags and even then, she still wouldn't be content. She'd want to go outside to the town centre and kill someone. It was as simple as that.

"I don't want to hurt innocent people." Rosalie whispered after a brief moment of silence, and Nathan nodded, understanding her completely. He didn't want to hurt the innocent either, which was why he chose other alternatives, "I drained the blood of seven animals... and I'm still hungry."

Her scarlet eyes never left the blood-bags that were stacked on top of each other, and she felt the urge to burst out into sobs right there, she didn't ask for any of this, what did she do to deserve this? The constant hunger, the burning in the back of her throat that never disappeared for not even a millisecond, and the fact that she couldn't control her swirling of emotions no matter how much she tried.

"Did I ever tell you how I satisfy my hunger?" Nathaniel took a step backwards, leaning against the kitchen counter with his hands by his hips, propping himself upright. Rosalie finally pulled her eyes away from the contents inside of the refrigerator, and she shook her head lightly, finding it hard to speak due to the stinging in her throat, "I feed on humans... and I feel no shame. I told you I fed on the evil. As in horrific, immoral, heinous people. For example, those men who hurt you, I was going to go back and kill them all. But... I have a different idea, if you're up for it?"

He raised a brow, waiting for her response, shrugging lightly. She could say no, there was no pressure, he just supposed it would help satisfy her hunger just for a little while. The thing about feeding on animals is, you're only able to survive for up to a week before you need to feed again, but with humans, survival would last up to a month. Of course, that had nothing to do with the hunger, but a vampire's body would start to rot if they aren't fed after a certain amount of time.

"Yes, I want to hurt them for what they did to me." Rosalie admitted, and he looked into her eyes, looking for any hints of hesitation or uncertainty, but she was telling the truth, the full and absolute truth. His eyes were squinted in concentration, and she furrowed her brows, confused as to why he was staring at her with such attentiveness, "What is it?"

"I was just checking to see if you were sure about it." Nathaniel shrugged, pushing himself away from the counter, and he approached her, standing intimately close to her. He stared down at her, his face straight and he leaned to the side, grabbing a blood bag from the shelf in the open refrigerator.

He held it in-between them, he looked up and into her eyes, one of his eyebrows raised. Whilst staring directly into her bright eyes, which were boring into the blood bag in his hands. With ease, he opened the cap and lifted the straw up to his mouth, taking a small sip of the cold crimson liquid.

Nathan's eyes fluttered closed as the sweet taste set on his tongue and along his taste buds, creating a frenzy in his mind. But, his self-control was beyond him and he opened his eyes again, taking the straw from his lips. Without hesitation, he held the straw out to Rosalie in offering, and Rosalie's eyes flickered from the tip of the straw to his eyes, then back to the straw.

Slowly, she leaned her face forwards and placed her lips around the thin piece of plastic, sucking gently. The red liquid trailed up the straw and onto her own tongue and her eyes widened in shock at the delicious taste. Nathaniel smiled at her pleasured expression, and he let go of the blood-bag, allowing her to completely devour the rest of the blood, squeezing the bag in anticipation to make the blood flow out faster.

Once all of the blood was drained out of the bag, she took the straw out of her mouth and stared up at Nathan, a small sinister smile on her face, "I'm ready now."

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