“Run From Me Darling.”
Somehow he felt pride in the sense he had “deserved” it. He rolled up his sleeve and without knowing anything had skipped a beat he was now looking at a man that had been dead for three years and the hair on his arm stood up at his sweet smooth voice. “Clayton.” He said softly to himself. The blood startled Dimitri and it felt as if he’d be losing him again but then again it was covering Lilith and truthfully she was made through Clayton’s blood being shed because if Clayton was alive Lilith never would have been. “No, Clayton, No.” Dimitri placed his hands on Clayton’s chest but just like before there was too much blood. He looked at Clayton and Then to Lilith and back and felt ashamed. ‘I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He said so small and hurt but still in his mind took Lilith from him because Clayton killed everything he touched. But honestly Dimitri never got to do anything of that because he laid unconscious but speaking out of his head unable to wake because Jane overdosed him.













