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me.
    “Portia,” was the only thing he said, and he
shook his head slightly from side to side, giving a deep sigh.
    He thrust a hand through his hair, before
standing up suddenly and shrugging out of his leather jacket. He
placed the jacket on the bed and sat back down.
    I watched his muscles rippling under the
tight t-shirt which did little to hide the muscular physique
beneath. My physical reaction to him would never change, I realized
as I felt my pulse leap up in tempo.
    “I can’t do it,” he said, looking into my
eyes.
    “Do what?” I asked, trying to follow.
    “Leave you,” he answered. “It’s tearing me up
inside, and it’s obviously doing the same thing to you.”
    “Listen, Vance,” I said pushing myself up to
sit cross-legged on the bed. I moved my disheveled hair back from
my tearstained face. “I can’t do this anymore. You have some
decisions to make right now. I will not play this game with you. Do
you understand me?”
    “I’ll do anything you want. Just tell me what
to do,” he replied with a dejected sigh.
    I looked at him hard, trying to gauge his
emotions, knowing he had never been one to handle ultimatums well
in the past.
    “You have to make a choice right now, this
minute,” I continued. “You either commit to me here and now, or you
leave. I know you’re in pain, but I need to know I can trust
you.”
    “I understand,” he said, his gaze not moving
from my face.
    I paused for a second, feeling more than a
little melodramatic at the moment, along with also experiencing a
need to let him know how badly I had really felt about all
this.
    “And if you think you can’t abide by that and
you need to leave me, then I have one request,” I added.
    “Which is what?” he asked, confusion lighting
his face.
    “I would rather that you just kill me next
time, if you decide to go. Drink every single drop of my blood
please and let me die, because this hurts too badly.” I pointed to
my chest and my eyes welled up with tears again.
    He was instantly over to my bed and kneeling
on the floor in front of me, softly placing his head in my lap.
    “Portia, stop. Don’t talk like this. I don’t
want to hurt you, ever,” he said, reaching his arms around me.
    “You already have,” I replied, and ran my
fingers lightly through his hair, unable to help myself. “I just
want you to understand if you need me so badly that you’re willing
to leave me for my protection, then I’m offering myself up as a
gift to you. I’ll even be with you physically if it’s what you
truly desire, and I’ll give you every drop of blood that I have.
Just please let me know that it’s the end so I can savor each and
every moment I have left with you. The choice is yours. Whenever
you want it, all you have to do is ask. I will give it to you
freely; just don’t leave me behind again.” I knew I sounded crazy,
almost hysterical.
    “Portia, stop it!” he said, and grabbed me by
the arms, shaking me slightly. “I’m not going to take your
virginity and then drink you dry.”
    He was exasperated with me now. I could feel
it coursing through him before he released me. He rose to his feet
and paced the room.
    My eyes never left him.
    “I wouldn’t have come here tonight if I
thought I wouldn’t be able to control myself. When you walked out
the door, and out of my life, I thought I was going to die. I could
feel the pain that I’d caused you, and I felt horrible.” He sat
back down on the edge of the bed. “I realized then that your life
and your happiness mean more to me than anything else. I thought I
was doing the right thing by sending you away. Don’t get me wrong.
I second-guessed myself a lot. I’ve had to do quite a bit of soul
searching over the last few hours, and it was brutal. All I could
hear was your crying.”
    “You were still listening?” I was surprised
to hear this.
    “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself. Your
grief was overwhelming me,” he said, looking at me with