Thursday night she had snapped. Again. Friday Jason had been over and he still couldn’t get himself to even let Greg clean up the mess. By now, Sunday, the mess was still there, the perfect reflection of his own emotional chaos.

Sure, Greg would have been done with this in a couple of hourse. But Greg could not help with matters of the heart. The soul. And perhaps the mind. He had told Greg off so he could go through the psychology of the whole situation.

None of it helped.

He had left the old man, his mind set on ending her. So the suffering could end. For her at least. It was cruel, true. But perhaps the only kindness he could afford any longer. But then when he got back home, everything had been different again.

Three nights now. To him an amount of time that was as close to eternity as it would get. He was still undecided.

Life and death. Just how often had he killed someone and not really cared about it at all? Marius, the man who should have been his progeny. Dead within less than a month. Cid, who hadn’t made it for longer than a week until he had the old man drain him, just to prove a point. Neither of which had really bothered him. Had not made him feel bad. And there had been others who had been nothing else than unfortunate enough to fall victim to an appetite too big to handle. Rare occasions, but they did happen. As they would for everyone else. Beasts after all. The superior predator, even with one eye missing. He was within his natural right to survive and kill others so that he could go on.

So why then bother about one single girl? After all she should have been old by now. A mother to someone. Somebody’s grandmother, perhaps. He had given her youth. And it had merely cost her soul. So she could be with him. So he would have her around, always.

How long till this warped her mind beyond repair?

Nate knelt, touching a shard of glas gently, carefully. He could smell her blood on it, even without actually seeing it. Delicious, though long since dry. Nothing nourishing anymore. But still her.