Slow disease.

“What do you mean?” I asked, moving the blanket that had been spread over me, presumably by him aside, and got on my knees as I crawled towards the edge of the bed.

“You are curing me from a slow disease, Sammy. This disease will not kill or maim me, and it is more dangerous to humanity than it is to me.” He gave a dark chuckle. “The preparations and the ceremony itself will take 2 months. Samantha..If you don’t feel anything for me, by then, If I still disgust you like I do now, then you can leave, and I'll never look back to you again.”

I didn’t intend it, but my voice rose an octave. “Really, I just have to tolerate these two months?” 

He looked disappointed at my excitement, but I bet he wouldn’t be sad too if he was in my place. He nodded, then turned away and walked out of the room.

"Morgan?" I called, and I heard him stop. 

"Yes, Sammy?" 

I swallowed. "I hate it here. Its too dark." 

He shrugged. "Because we are monsters, Sammy. We live in the dark and amongst the fogs."

I nodded. "I can't wait to go back home."

He turned to me. "Alright, Sammy. Two months is all it takes." He disappeared before my eyes after that and it felt empty somewhere inside me.

MORGAN'S P.O.V

"Your highness?" I turned to him. I didn't feel much like a "highness" right now, or even the powerful vampire I was. Samantha hates me, and I can see it in her eyes. She's scared of the person I truly am, and the fact that she had let the person i've pretended to be, share a bed with her didn't exactly console me. I had wanted to be the only person she sees, the person she wants to be with. Now, i'm probably the onlynoerson her kind heart hates.

"How do you want the preparations to go?" 

I shrugged. "The way you know how to, best."  I knew what that meant, dark and foggy. Just like Samantha hated.

"Wait," I said to him. "Make it bright and flowery. Take an inspiration from the humans and show it to me." He nodded and bowed then left.

I laid my head backwards, slacking my body. If in too months, she doesn't feel anything for me, I will have to let her go. And then, in my killing spree, probably kill her, because I'd have lost my humanity then. That's the one thing I didn't want to lose. The ability to feel the way she made me feel.

SAMANTHA'S P.O.V

"Good afternoon, Please come down for lunch."

"I won't," I said simply. 

"It is the king's orders." The man said again, refusing to budge.

"Tell your king to stick it where the sun doesn't shine." 

There was a bit of silence, and I felt compelled to check on the man. He had his lips sucked into his mouth, his face showing a humor he knew he couldn't fully express. He then took a deployment breath and cleared his throat, then said the most unexpected thing.

"Well, don't we all just want to tell him the same thing?"