The Craving For Blood

(From Blue's Perspective)

I had no idea what happened that night. But I got to thank my motherly sense because of it. 

Demian was only a few weeks old. It was one of those rare nights when he was sleeping and not crying. I felt it was a blessing. Dion was sleeping as well in his crib. Both of the cribs were in our bedroom. It was a little crowded and we had no privacy. Well, it was not like we needed privacy anyway. I was still healing and I hated to hug as well. Every kind of intimate physical contact felt awful. I liked it when Dem massaged my body though. His hands were just perfect to do it. 

That night, Dem had fallen asleep soon because he was very tired, from all the meetings, since I could not help at all. He liked to take care of all the work himself because he trusted no one. I could not blame him. I liked to do the same.