His life had not started when he had been born from his mother’s womb, or even when he had been turned into a vampire. That night that they had met had been when his life had truly begun.

He really had found it amusing that she thought she could frighten him. In truth, he could not remember what it was to feel fear and the idea that this beautiful, mortal woman could frighten had honestly been laughable. He knew that he could kill her without much trouble, by feeding off of her or by simply using his superior strength on her and her “gift” truly did not bother him and he told her so.

“Death is part of my life, just as it is obviously part of yours. Death does not frighten me.”

He had been a fool.

The fact had not registered that he had nothing to fear because at the time he really had nothing to lose, and he did not fear death because there was no one close enough to die. Considering the effect that Didyme had already been having that night, he should have known, but looking at her impish smile, her bright eyes, and flushed skin under the light of the moon, he did not think of death despite her gift.

Sitting with her as he was, death was not what was on his mind, and so he changed the subject. “Will you now answer a question for me, Didyme?”

She had grinned as he said her name for the first time and had nodded her head as she replied. “That only seems fair.”

He could not resist reaching out to touch her hair, which seemed to match the red wildflowers in the field that they sat in, as he asked his question. “Tell me why you believe that you have reason to worry?” He was speaking of their conversation in the market when he had asked if she believed she had reason to worry and she had said yes.

It was her turn to laugh. “Oh, I do not believe I have reason to worry, I believe my companion has reason to worry.”

He seemed confused by that, obviously not understanding what she meant. Seeing the confusion on his face she had leaned towards him again even as her hand lifted up to rest on his cheek. As she spoke her breath mingled softly with his and she whispered, “I knew you would come, my little death.”