I woke to the feeling that someone was watching me. The room was dark, like before and I couldn't see a thing. My throat was still sore and I knew I was going to have a bruise. I heard a squeak from the corner were the chair was, "Hello?" My voice was quiet and cracked.
"It's just me, Sinthia-sama," Kenji's voice came from the corner. "I'm going to turn on the light. Don't be frightened."
"I'm not," I lied.
I heard him chuckle before the lights flicked on. It was much too bright and I had to close my eyes before I could look at him. "Can we talk?" His voice was soft as he walked over to me.
"I don't want to talk," my voice was cracked and weak, but I glared at him hoping to get my point across.
"But you need to understand that it was an accident. Your mother died peacefully and without pain," he was looking at the dark velvet sheets as though there was something interesting on them.
"How do you know? How do you know what was going on in her head as you took her life," I spat my words at him and he winced. I had obviously struck a soft spot.
"The look on her face, she was at peace as she died. I didn't leave her side until I knew she was gone," he looked up at me, pain glistened in his eyes. "After I made my promise she smiled until she died. She embraced her death; it wasn't until later that I understood why."
The memory obviously pained him. He had taken her life and had no intention of doing so. Guilt painted his face. Part of me wanted to comfort him, but the other part was too angry. I couldn't look at him anymore. His face was too sad. Ringing my hands, I stared at the bed while I fought with myself.
"Will you forgive me?" He wrapped his cold fingers around my hand and moved closer to me. I could feel the cold radiating off of his skin.
I looked into his eyes and nodded. The look in his eyes was so sad; I didn't want him to be sad. Leaning up I pushed my lips lightly against his and something cool and wet fell on my cheek. Tears were rolling down his face.
"I thought vampires were supposed to have blood tears," I teased.
He smiled, and wiped the tears away, "That's what they say, but I guess they were wrong, huh?" The smile was sad, and it ripped at my heart.
"Why are you crying?" It hurt to watch him, but I didn't look away.
"You look so much like your mother. Every time I look at you I feel guilty," tears were falling from his eyes slowly and uncontrollably.
"Please stop crying. You'll make me cry, and then we'll look like a couple of crybabies," I joked, but in all actuality I could feel tears welding in my eyes.
I watched as he closed his eyes and wiped away the tears, "Better?"
"Yes," I smiled weakly.
He kissed my cheek before moving off the bed, "Are you hungry? You haven't eaten in four days."
My stomach grumbled at the thought of food. "I suppose you have your answer," I smiled.
He laughed and his beautiful smile was back in place. I couldn't take my eyes off him when he smiled. I slid off the bed and headed towards the door where he waited.