The humid air surrounded your form uncomfortably, a harsh coat of sweat across your skin being the only thing keeping your eyelids raised, just risking the inescapable grasp of sleep. Vampire hunting was never easy, nor would it ever be, but the addition of having a partner who just couldn't keep his thoughts to himself only added to the annoyance etched across your brows.

"It's getting bright out," Nicholas had began to speak, words just as blunt and simple as they were last time he spoke. His eyes flickered with undeniable hunger as he saw the blood on the skin of your palm, his eyebrows furrowing as you surveyed the corpse of a vampire. "We should head back soon." He urged, forcing himself to finish his sentence as clenched fists inside of his pockets.

Nicholas hadn't meant to become attached to you, truly. Decades of living, only to have fallen into the unbreakable curse of love, with his biggest threat to make matters worse. Taking up vampire hunting was originally a last minute resort at safety, "hiding amongst plain site" most would call it.

Though he made the mistake of choosing you as his partner.