Ferrah sighs and plops down on her bed. Could her life get any worse? First she gets dumped in front of everyone for her sister and now her parents are getting divorced. There is a knock on her balcony doors. Looking over she sees her best friend, Heath. He always makes her day better. She waves her hand and her balcony door swing open.
Heath walks in and sits beside her on her bed, after closing the balcony doors. "Hey, Angel."
"Hi, Dragon."
"How are you?"
"Sucky. My parents are getting divorced." Her eyes water. Heath notices.
"Come here." He opens his arms. She crawls into his lap and wraps her arms around his neck. "It is going to be okay, Angel. I promise."
She nods her head and rests it against his chest, sleepy all of a sudden. "Stay with me tonight."
"I'll always stay with you." Before she can ponder the meaning of that, she fall asleep in his arms.
Heath gently sets Ferrah on her bed beside him. Ferrah, his own prescious angel. The scent of her blood calls to him as it has so many times before. It is a good thing that he fed before he headed over. The scent of her blood and her scent are nearly addicting. Sweet blood mixed with the smell of vanilla and brown sugar. Hmmm.
He stretches out beside her and starts running his fingers through her hair. He loves her caramel color hair and honey color eyes. They are both so soft. Her eyes are framed by long and dark eyelashes. Her hair like silk. And she is so small. So petite. She fits perfectly against his frame. Like she was made for him.
He wraps his big, buff frame around her smaller one. Then, he allows himself to drift into unconsciousness.
