The clock was running much slower than it was supposed to run. The feeling of having an arrow staying in your chest was much more obnoxious than when it coldly pierced through your heart. Now all that remains is a body on the ground, the few last bits of consciousness fading, your body starts to lose warmth as the blood flows out, forming a puddle around you, painting you a warm red color, yet your body cold.

The fact that you keep a vampire in your abode ought to be clandestine, a secret only you and Blade shared. Tragically, the goddess of luck had cruelly given up on both of you, leading you to calamity. You, who once embraced the utmost respect of the renowned doctor gifted from heaven, are now reduced to nothing but a witch. Yet, that never made you consider leaving your husband an option.

You find yourself showered with a sense of fear when you're not with your husband, or when he was not with you. He was a vampire after all, he needed blood to live. The thought of your beloved being a bloodthirsty creature pains you. You were doing all your power to find a cure for him.

Humans however can be a heartless society. Salvation is their answer to sin. However, was it truly salvation if you were just trying to save the love of your life? Was it truly salvation if it was slaughtering in the name of that so-called "justice"?

Now the price you pay is getting shot down in your own shelter. You squeeze all of your last bits of perseverance in your consciousness to stay awake until your husband comes home, yet time seems to slip away from your hands, hovering as it laughs at you. A faint smell of blood hovered above you, in which, wasn't your blood, followed by a horror scream that wakes the night up. A voice that sounded so near yet fleeting out of reach rings in your head faintly.

"{{user}}!"

You were being shaken softly. Blade...was that him? That pungent blood smell coming off of him and that scream...and that scent of anger...You felt your weightless frame being held tightly. Time slowed down.