Faye kept waiting for it. After she woke up in Amber's bed the next morning, she kept waiting for her vampire lover to eventually give up on her. In the weeks to follow she'd seen her head come off, her insides spilled, and a bunch of other gruesome ends.
And like always, Faye had expected to open her eyes and find herself alone. Left again for something she couldn't control.
But no.
Every time she opened her eyes, Amber was there, looking over her and taking care of her. Same with the look of worry and concern, but the moment Faye's eyes opened, Amber was relieved. There was never disgust or even pity as Faye had seen more than once.
Or even anger at the inconvenience of her recurring deaths. Instead Amber was always the same, a little concerned and then happiness just that Faye w
