Page 72 of Love Heals
Jesus fucking Christ, what was wrong with me?
The door to the room swung open and the light flicked on. Jared stood there, staring at me. I could only imagine the picture I must have made, with Drizzit's blood around my lips.
"It's... I..." I tried to explain, but really, I couldn't. Surely, even Jared must see now that I was a monster. My eyes kept darting back to the dog, even as tears blurred my vision. Drizzit wasn't moving. His eyes were closed. His fur was bloody around his neck.
Jared said something, but my brain failed to process his words. Carefully, I moved the dog off my lap, and then I stepped out of bed.
Jared came closer. I flinched away. My eyes sought the window, and before I really even knew what I was doing, I opened it. I couldn't stay here. The realization hit me suddenly, but when it did, everything was clear as day. Clear as a moonless night, as the vampires in my coven liked to say.
I needed to get away from here. I needed to go back where I belonged. That was the only thing I could do now. I was a vampire. I wasn't meant to be here, around people I could hurt. Around dogs I could hurt.
Jared called out my name, but I was already shifting, becoming smaller, growing wings.
Maybe I was a coward for running away, but running was better than staying where I could hurt somebody else I loved.
