I returned as quickly as I could, making sure that nobody even knew that I was gone.
With this newfound vampire speed and agility, I had learnt to be sneaky, not so letting my feet properly touch the floor, so that no-one could hear me running.
I went straight to Bree, wanting to know if she was safe, and if any harm came to her, while I was away.
As soon as I saw Riley I panicked.
I didn't know what to say, or what to do.
I didn't want it to be awkward between us, but I also knew that whatever we did, we had to do it carefully.
After all, we didn't want the redhead getting mad now, did we?
As Riley stepped forward, I stepped backwards, itching to know if Bree was alright, not caring about anything else in this moment in time.
I ran past him, and met Bree in the archway, as she wrapped her arms around me, in a hug, and held me close.
Riley came in, and watched as we hugged, smiling to himself.
I placed myself in front of Bree, protecting her from him, just in case he made a threatening move towards her.
I knew his actions were controlled, but one cannot be too sure.
Seeing this, he stopped, putting his hands in the air, in what I can only assume was a comforting gesture.
It was then, that I actually had a look at him.
I drank in his attractiveness, and if I was human I would've blushed, not quite believing my own thoughts.
"Sorry." He said, "I didn't mean to-"
"It's fine. Why are you here?"
He looked shocked, as if a girl hadn't cut him off before.
"I was just checking up on you. I see you still haven't drank from anyone yet."
I looked down.
Inside I could feel my body weakening, but still I did not want to drink.
Ethical reasons of course.
I would technically be committing murder, and I didn't want to be burdened with that sort of guilt.
He and I both knew that if I didn't drink I'd die, but my stupid stubbornness made that difficult.
He sighed, and taking my hand in his, guided me to where a woman was laid, half dead, and bleeding out from the neck.
"I knew you would be resilient, my love. I just didn't expect it to be this much."
He stood behind me, so close that I could feel his breath on my neck.
I looked at the body, and then up at him, and panicked.
"I- I- I can't."
"You have to." He whispered in my ear. "I don't want you to die, by starving yourself."
He traced the side of my face with his finger, and I shivered at his touch.
"Please." He pleaded, "Do this for me."