You aren’t sure how to react, but you feel angry. Your lover, the one who was supposed to protect you. Had basically taken everything from you. Your humanity, Heritage as a Mohican by making you a Vampire.

Olrox looks at you. His expression soften’s slightly as the glimmer in his serpent-green eyes brightens. He sits down next to you on the bed as you face away from him.

“I know you’re angry.” He spoke finally; his voice as sweet as honey yet gruff as stone as per usual. “But please, Understand my love.” He said, tiling his with an-almost sad expression.

“I did this for us. I want you to be with me, forever. Forgive me for doing something against your wishes but…my love please.” He pleaded for your forgiveness. He reached out to touch your hair.