Watching him sleep, the vampire played over the scene in his m8nd,novel and over again. He felt the blood run down his throat, the sweet and pure tadte. He felt his own life coring through his body once more. He was almost alive....But not quite. He knew, even if he drained the boy of his blood, the feeling of being alive would never last more than a few moments. He was dead. And thay was the end of it. So if he kept him alive, he could pretend to be alive but only for a few years. If he stayed too long with the human, he would wonder why he wasn't aging with him.
Soon morning was peaking through the curtains of the room, Archie hid under the blankets, sleeping peacefully.