Cebell's pov

I started to stir in my sleep. All I could hear; was the constant sound of my heart. Each time it started to create blood then sends it through my veins. There is something I didn't crave quite yet. Blood I didn't grow accustomed to yet. 

My body then shifted over to where Eric was sleeping. I finally opened my eyes and felt a small bit of disappointment that he wasn't there. 

The sound of the rain continued to make its way toward my ear. Is a window open? I thought to myself. My right hand held the white covers up to my chest as I sat up. My gaze wandered over to the open balcony.

Eric stood there. The rain continued to shower him as he held a black crown in his hands. His back towards me as he continued to stare at it, wearing nothing more than his dress pants and his white dress shirt. Every button of his shirt is buttoned-down, revealing his chest. 

I quickly looked around for something to put on. I saw a housecoat sitting at the end of the bed. I continued to hold the bedsheet around my body as I reached to grab the clothing. 

When I slipped the garment on, I silently made my way to the washroom. It was interesting to know that he had one for himself. Without turning on the light, I navigated my way through the dark and grabbed a towel off of the shelf. I figured Eric might want it since he is standing out in the cold rain. 

After that, I started making my way toward him. With each step, I mainly tried walking on my tippy-toes, just to make each step as silent as I could.

When I stood behind him, I wrapped my arms around his torso and placed my head on his back.

He's so cold. 

He's freezing!

Eric's body then became stiff, but to only relax when he turned his head back. 

"What are you doing out here?" I asked. He soon turned around and looked at me. 

"Just thinking. I was thinking about my past, how we are going to bring back the sun, about you," he finally finishes. Eric then steps into the dry room.

"Me?" I questioned and handed him the towel. He takes the towel and starts drying his face and hair. The tears of the storm no longer slid down Eric's face. 

"Yes," he then took my hands into his. Still, his hands are so cold. 

"I didn't know if my bite on your neck would kill you. I was afraid you were going to turn. I would never forgive myself if I killed you." Eric then started staring at the floor, he didn't bother making eye contact. 

I then brought both of my hands up toward his face, making him look at me. His eyes were full of guilt and remorse.

"But you didn't. I am here with you, and I am never leaving." I shook my head as that brought a half-smile to his face. It was nice to see him smile, I hated to see him in a miserable mood. 

My eyes then wandered to the crown in his hands. The beautiful crown was the colour of obsidian, and it has many different carvings on it. I figured I shouldn't ask about it since Ivan already revealed Eric is a prince. 

God! Why does this feel like a fairytale? 

It's not every day you meet a vampire prince. Not to mention, it's not every day that you become a vampire. Normally you'd expect life just to throw you a bad hand, or if you're lucky, you'd get a good hand.

"Don't mind me asking, but why does Ivan hate you so much?" So many things were going through his mind, and I didn't even have a clue about them.

"He hated me for many reasons." Eric started. 

"Even though Ivan is twice my age, my mother was a potential lover to him. He always wanted a son. But ever since my mother went back to my father, a few thousand years later, my brother and I came along." 

I never knew Ivan is twice the age as Eric. I would have never expected it since Ivan looks as young as Eric. 

"After when Ivan found out my brother and I were not his kids, but my father's, he came into our home one night and slaughtered almost everyone. I'll never forgive him for what he has done." I could see his fists tightening.

"I badly want to get revenge. He killed my mother and brother." 

I shook my head and placed his hands into mine.

"You're not like him, Eric. Revenge will do nothing but make it worse. Ivan wants you to stand up to him and beat the living crap out of him. Don't give him what he wants. He's just upset that you're a better man than he'll ever be." I pleaded my case to him. 

He was silent for several seconds before making eye contact again. Eric's eyes held more sympathy than anger. I think I might have got through to him.

"You're right. But I cannot promise that I won't tear off his head when we face off with him tomorrow." I couldn't help but raise a brow. How am I supposed to help him?

"Um, Eric? How am I supposed to help you tomorrow?" The feeling in my gut started to get worse and worse. What if I die?

"You may not be accustomed to blood yet. But you must find your awakening," he explained. 

"What do you mean by; 'awakening'?" I asked. 

"Tomorrow is the day they'll spill blood on the altar and make sure the sun is extinguished. I will go into further detail tomorrow about what you and I need to do. But your awakening is when you find your power. I, unfortunately, cannot help you with that," he then glances at the clock. 

It read two-thirty in red. 

"It's best if you get your rest, we have a big day tomorrow." Eric sighed and gave me a peck on the forehead. I couldn't help but giggle. He's very sweet.

"Hey. There is no way I'm going back to bed if you're not coming with me." I protested. 

I don't think I've ever seen him sleep before. Well, I've been missing out on a lot lately!

A small smirk tugs on the corner of his lips as he rolls his eyes. 

"Fine. Only because you asked." A small smile then appears on my face. I was happy that he was getting some sleep. It might help him with his performance tomorrow. 

I slipped off the robe and crawled under the covers. When I turned over to look at Eric, he was slipping off his dress pant, only to reveal his black boxers. 

He stops midway before turning his head slowly back. 

"You were looking, weren't you?" he smirks. 

"Hey, I know you were staring when I crawled under the covers, butt naked." I huffed. I couldn't help but feel a bit gigglish inside. 

"Maybe, maybe not. But I know you're going to need some new clothes," he finally finishes and crawls under the covers. 

I suddenly jumped out of my skin when he pulled me flush against his chest. He placed his forehead on my back.

"Mmm, you're so warm," he mumbles into my back.

"And you're so cold!" I almost shouted. I can see why he needed to be warm again. Thank gosh he is a vampire, otherwise, he would have frozen.

It was nice to be with him. I enjoyed this moment while it lasted because I never know when it will be the last time I see him.