"Wake up inamorata" smile crossed my lips as Zane whispered that to me.

"Good morning" I pecked a kiss on his cheeks.

I peeped out of the window at the white snowflakes that fell from the rosy sky, carrying the intoxicating breeze along, indicating that it was a December morning and the Christmas is near and that all my problems have ended and the new year will bring me a new beginning, a happy one.

I opened the fridge after taking a quick shower and took the packet of blood out that we had stolen from the hospital that was adjacent. I was finding the thought of drinking blood disgusting...