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“Felix.” The name is said quietly and Eli can’t feel anything but concerned for the young vampire. He has seen so many young vampires in his lifetime, he’s made a few of them. Things were different then, he would feed and turn without remorse, he had nothing in him but anger and the need to please those who had turned him. He’d been naive in life, he’d been kind, and he’d been led to slaughter by his own family. But Felix had been good, he was good, and Eli had seen his type before. Some people weren’t meant to be vampires. “You’re too good for all this.” It’s less of a means of conversation, he’s thinking out loud. “To be doing all this.”
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The words made him feel uncomfortable, as though there was no easy words to volley back in response. You’re too good for this. He had been raised in a way that promised him that he was never too good for anything, and in turn he had learned to be grateful for each thing that had been given to him: nothing was guaranteed and even less was promised to a man who had died on that ranch those years ago, whose life had leeched away in flood of red. His brows tugged in and Felix looked down at his shoes, studying them intently to avoid whatever way Eli was looking at him. Still, words threatened to rise from his throat and he let them. “I miss the sunshine, feeling my heart race—“ Dark eyes squeezed shut, “Being this is a numbing, nothing feels the way it did.”











