"I am going to make a call. Someone owes me a favor so it will not be a problem. I need to get a few things before we do this." I say. I stand and go over to the window. "I will be back soon." I say.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I jump out and run back to my house again. I get all the blood bags I have and put them in a bag. I get out my cell phone and call Anthony. "Hello." He says. and and "Hey. It is time for me to get that favor you own me." I say.
He sighs. "I am in the middle of something." he says.
"So am I and I do not give a Sh*t what you are doing. I need a daylight ring." I say. "I am sending you the address now." I hang up the phone and send him the address.
I run back to his house and jump through the window. I shut it and close all the curtains. I drop them on the counter and walk over to Joe. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
"Yeah, I know. It will taste so much different later." I say. I kiss him again after he is done and say goodbye to the human Joe. "I will see you soon. I love you."
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
Tears slip out of my eyes and I kiss him hard again. "Goodbye Joe." I say. I play my hands on his head and snap his neck. I break down on the ground and watch him fall to the ground.
Moments later, Anthony is knocking at the door. I go to answer it and look at him. He rolls his eyes at me and hands me the ring. "You are so much trouble." He says.
"I know." I say. He hands me the ring and then leaves. "Nice to see you too." I say, walking back into the room. I slide the ring on his hand and sit neck to him. I just wait for him to wake up.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
Everything suddenly goes black and ends for a moment. A fire like before starts in my throat, and soon my eyes open. I swallow and bring a hand to my neck, smiling lightly at Melissa beside me.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
