"Haven't saved you yet." He muttered following the line that had been there with his thumb. It was a memory now. Everything seemed only to be a memory, he mused. But that was the plight of the vampire. One could hardly live in the moment when the moment was so fleeing as to produce little effect--like pain.

He draped his arm over her chest as he pressed her to him and just simply held her, the first time in decades. It was like falling into step with someone and yet unknown. After all, things had changed.