In my sleep he calls to me. He calls my name and I see him hover at the edge of my dreams. Those red eyes that glow in the darkness and the snow-white hand that beckons. But I always resisted that musical voice. Focusing on what was dear to me. But now there is no reason for me to not take a step and place my hand in that cold hand and let my chocolate-brown eyes gaze into those blood-red ones. Now there is no reason for me not to succumb to that dark dream. For me not to shake my hair off my neck and let his gleaming fangs sink into my fragile skin. No reason for me not to let the venom course through my veins.

No reason to live.

AN: Now updated in accordance with the end of my hiatus. Told you I wouldn't change much (or anything at all, in the case of this chapter :/)