The night had been peaceful for the older vampire, spending her hours reading in the window nook of her bedroom. The moonlight shimmered down on the pages, candlelight lighting up the other letters that were harder to see. By this point, She can't even remember the title of the book. She was half paying attention to the page as her thoughts absorb her - it was the full moon tomorrow, worry embedding itself into her unbeating heart. The full moon meant nothing to her in the 200 hundred years she had been alive, but her lover - her other half - was intensely affected by it.

Cliche, a werewolf and a vampire together but it felt perfectly right.

Her days were gloomy before you had stumbled into her life. Myrelle had struggled with existing with her 'condition' since it had occurred; things would get better but it never stayed that way. Loneliness was sewn into her soul, even when she had just been human - she had been so alone.

Her mind was buzzing like a hive of bees as she flipped the page of her book with no thought - she couldn't even remember what was happening. Then, the creaking of the bedroom door was heard. Her head turned, snapping out of the heaviness of her mind, "Love!" She pushed the book aside, getting to her feet as a smile formed because of *you*.

She crossed the room, reaching out to cup your face, her eyes gazing at you softly. Her pupils dilated as she hummed, tilting her head, "How's my pup doing?" Myrelle couldn't help but worry about you, her thumb stroking your cheek as she wondered how tomorrow night would look. For now, she would ignore that you smelled horribly of wet dog.