Devastation

How long had it been before the pain of missing him had become unbearable?

Five hours. Five measly hours.

I was pathetic.

I ran from the meadow I had been trying hard not to mope in back to the hotel. His scent was fresh from the outside of the inn. I followed it. I paused at the entrance to an alleyway as I caught the scent of blood - he had evidently fed here - and then continued on my way along the cobbled streets, desperate to find him: the one I was inexplicably, ridiculously attracted to.

'Dean,' I called out with my thoughts, trying not to sound despairing or clingy. Dean was the sort of person who despised despairing and clingy. In fact, if he had been at all interested in courting someone, he would have been attracted to the wilfulness I had displayed this morning.

I was led out of the village along a country lane by the delicious scent which was tantalisingly strong in my nostrils. It surprised me that he had come out into the open: he was usually one for subtlety and dark corners.

The track was long and winding but eventually I arrived at the entrance to a small wood. I stopped dead as I heard a muffled, feminine giggle.

Oh, please let my ears be deceiving me, I prayed.

But there it was again, high-pitched and lingering in the air a little after it had stopped.

I turned and began to walk away.

Whoever it was, he didn't feel anything for her. I tried to comfort myself with that. But I couldn't seem to get it out of my head that he wasn't usually one to entertain human girls. That the only reason that the girl was so darn lucky was because there was something special or different about her. And if Dean was anything other than indifferent to special or different, I was plain and the same as other girls.

I lay down suddenly, weary of the world. It pained me too much sometimes. I wondered if by starving myself - causing myself physical pain - would alleviate these negative emotions: the sheer longing for Dean to see me as something other than a girl who had been turned into a cat.

"Sammy?" asked an amused voice.

I lifted my head to see Dean standing there, the limp body of a stupidly pretty girl in his arms. He was grinning at me.

Who else? I muttered.

"Well, I don't know - you could just be a random stray."

Great.

Dean's smile widened. "Something wrong?"

I want to follow you around again. That's awfully wrong.

Dean chuckled. He lay the girl down on the ground. I didn't look at her.

"Well, if you want to follow me again, I want you to grovel."

You what? I asked, horrified.

"Grovel. You know, tell me how sorry you are and how you were stupid and wrong."

But..., I spluttered.

"Are you going to beg for my forgiveness or not?"

I looked up pleadingly at him. It was lost on him.

Resignedly, I sat up. You see, the thing is: I'd do anything for Dean.

Jump off a cliff? Yeah, probably.

I then began to yowl. Instead of focusing on how humiliating this was, I thought about how much agony Dean had caused me.

Please forgive me, Dean. I was ever such a fool. I'm really sorry. I'm so stupid.

Dean continued to smile. That meant 'Go on'.

You're such an amazing person and I have no idea why I would want to stop following you. Please, please let me follow you again.

Dean laughed and nodded. "Okay then."

I stopped yowling.

He dropped to his knees. "But you have to let me read your mind as well."

Oh, what was the point in hiding anymore? He was going to guess sooner or later, and my will was evidently bound to him if I would actually grovel for him. I was just ... too captivated by him.

It was stupid for me to try and give my heart to a vampire. But that's the way it was.

I gazed straight back into his eyes and thought-mumbled Go on, then miserably.

He looked a little deeper into my eyes. I began to drown in liquid copper. Well, at least that would take my mind off the fact Dean was about to either be disgusted or further amused by my feelings.

At the last point, I realised that this action might be counter-productive, that it might actually make Dean want me to stop following him for good, but it was too late for anything to be done. With a heavy heart, I just allowed my mind to blank.

The End

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