The 1st day of the rest of his UN-life.

He rose, shooting straight up off the bed,his new world coming into focus.  I felt him nudge me and opened my eyes to see him, his attention on the hearts beating in the hall outside our state room. I watched as he ran his tongue over his new fangs and got out of bed, vamp speeding to the bathroom.  He was fascinated, I was in awe, getting to discover the world through his eyes, together.

I took him to feed, let him have his fill, wanting him to be able to explore his new world without being consumed by blood lust.  Watching him sink his fangs into his first victim was an erotic experience, I had a hard time containing myself.  When he was finished with his first three we went back to our room to shower,no sense wandering a cruise ship covered in bloody clothes.

I could tell he was having a hard time adjusting to all the new scents, and the constant drumming of hearts beating all around.  Maybe a cruise ship was a bad idea.  We went back to our room and got into the shower.  I was trying to distract him from the assault on his senses with so many humans in such a small area.

I blinked us home shortly after.  There was too much happening and it was becoming more and more apparent that I  needed to get him somewhere he could relax.

It was nice to be home, just the two of us, it had been a whirlwind of craziness recently.  It was starting to sink in just how much he had given up to be with me, and once again I was taken aback by my feelings for him.  I didn't think a love this pure and this powerful existed outside of movies and fairy tales.