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[[Sorry for such the long absence! My teachers decided to pile on a ton of homework and tests right before Spring Break. But thankfully, I am there now! So I'll be posting a ton(: Also, I plan on Emmaline soon finding out of his nature. Is that alright? I just feel as if it would move the story along even faster, and it'll be more fun for the both of us :D And sorry about this post: it's a bit dark. . . and disturbing haha]]

After he had spoke those words that had slipped out from betwixt his lips, Emmaline took his hand gently, a bright smile plastered to her face, and laced her fingers through his.

What have I done. . .? What he had said was only partly true - he had, in fact, felt very happy playing that piano with her, but not happier than he had been in years. His vindictive nature caused him to revel in the pain and blood that came with being a vampire. He had always been rather cruel, even as a human. This insignificant little girl could do nothing to change his heartlessness - but. . . somehow. . . - NO. He would not give in. He could crush this tiny human in a matter of seconds, and no one would be the wiser. And yes. . . he could still smell the blood that ran thick in her veins - just a few centimeters beneath her skin.

And he wanted it. He wanted to kill her. He wanted to hear her scream when he ripped out her throat. And most of all, he wanted to see the brightness of her eyes dull as he sucked the life out of her.

With a sigh - a bit of hatred, and a bit of despair - Ephraim began to feel the warmth of her hand seep into his skin. Oddly enough, it calmed the festering emotions in his mind that thought of killing her. He chucked bitterly under his breath - what a terrible creature he was.

And yet, I can live with myself.

Her soft voice broke through the silent battle he held with himself, and he looked up to see her lips begin to move as the sound of her voice slowly creapt into his ears. "I am glad to hear that," she said softly. "We play well together; I would be delighted if you ever decided to come back and continue our tun. But Samuel. . ." The girl paused, her gentle voice hesitant when she spoke next. "I will not press you for your tale, although it seem that even my wildest imaginations would not be able to create such a tragedy as yours. But know that hiding them deep inside you will only last for so long. These tender creatures may appear tolerable in the beginning, but it does not take much for your attention to be diverted as they begin to fester and grow. No heart is susceptible to such darkness, no matter how strong the mind may be. Do not loose yourself, because it would be sad to see such a magnificent creature disappear."

He laughed, a bit of humor actually changing his expressionless features. "I do not believe for one second, my dear Emmaline, that there is any chance you could be susceptible to such darkness that poisons my mind." His tone, as he spoke the word 'dear', was black and sarcastic. "And as for losing myself," he said, finally calming enough for his voice to be soft and heartbroken. "How do you know that I haven't already?"

As she stood, continuing to smile at him, Ephraim saw it falter slightly with the harsh tone he had spoken in. "I will be here if you ever do need someone to share your story with." Moving toward the back, Emmaline rested a hand on his shoulder, a bit of hesitation in her movements. "We have many more songs to play togethr, I am sure," she said, resting her hand on his shoulder, " let us not waste them all in one night. I just have to clean the tables before I am dismissed for the night and we can begin our walk."

Ephraim watched as she slid away from him, into the back for a few moments, then to grab a cloth and begin work on the tables. In his cold, dead heart, he began to feel the guilt of his actions. True, no one would know. But this family - they would realize the pain that he felt constantly at the loss of his life. It was all one and the same. . .

And yet, he would still kill her. After all, people had called him Death, itself.