Recognize Me

Draven's eyes were moist as he stared at her, lips parted for a while before he caught his breath and leaned towards her, planting kisses on her forehead. "When next you think of leaving me, even for a minute," he leaned back, his eyes so vulnerable that Madeline wanted to coax and kiss him. "Take me with you, okay?"

Suddenly, Madeline felt the first rush of tears since she woke up, the taste of salt water brimming on her tongue. Oh God! Everything was so raw, so pure. Each time she stared into his eyes, she saw a dying vampire Prince, his color draining and becoming pale.

"I will never leave you again, Draven. I promise," she hugged him tightly, surprising him.

Draven smiled through her hair; the color had become white. When she had been stabbed by Edward, he had been with her throughout the day, watching her toss against the sheet and pillow, and seeing the color of her hair change to a complete white.