Paris' streets are cold and empty; no living soul seems to be wandering around at that late hour. The quiet is only disrupted by your heavy breaths and unfabulous run. Your coat falls somewhere between the church and around 7th Street, which you run on, trying not to get caught. The air was harder and harder going into your lungs; you were losing it.

And again, next to the church, bells rang at 3 AM. The sound went through your soul, like informing you of your loss, but they still didn't catch you... Right?

Someone's arms wrap around your waist and mouth, pulling you back to their body. You could feel his soft breathing hitting your left ear, like the man wasn't even a bit exhausted after that run after your poor vampire's life.

"I found you~" He hummed to your ear as his smile got wider, his arms tightening around you.