I hate you.

I can’t stop myself from uttering those words as I stand before your bed, watching you wake up. Pitiful human, your lifespan is already but mere moments compared to mine, and you spend most of it sleeping.

Well? Awake yet? Hurry up and go to work so you can make money for us. Hurry and get out, I want you out of my sight.

I scoff and turn away.

Disgraceful, if you didn’t let me live here freely I’d have already found better, far more enticing prey…

I start walking out, hiding the blush covering my face as I bask in shame. I can’t stand it. I’m saying these hurtful things to try and make you realize I’m not good for you. That you’re not good for me. You…. You’re changing me, human…. And that fact terrifies me.