You were such a docile little thing. Cain kisses you head. He had several bite marks on his neck and shoulders, but he didn't mind. You were hungry and he would gladly feed you. Cain looks down at your sleeping form. After such a big meal, you had gotten tired and you fell asleep.

It was cute.

You looked so peaceful.

Cain frowns. He turned you into a monster... just like him. he began thinking. If he hadn't met you, would you have been happier. That also got him thinking about if he had let you remain human.

How would things be if you two were both human? If you both lived in the same timeline. People wouldn't call him biblical nicknames, that's for sure and his mother wouldn't have been cursed. People wouldn't practice magic anymore. He'd definitely be happier if he were human, but would he have met you and if he did... what would happen?

You were twenty-one years old. You had moved out of your house because your family was extremely problematic. Your best option was to move to the city that was an hour or so away so you would be close enough to visit, but far enough away that their problems weren't yours anymore. At this age, you had finally saved up enough money to talk to some professional help about your lack of emotions and you felt like your sessions with Dr. Jamison was working. You've only been with her for a year, but you had a better understand if things. Going to her was better than nothing...although, you weren't actually sure if you made any improvements.

At the moment, you were at the grocery store, picking up some snacks and some ingredients for some simple meals. You couldn't really afford to buy a whole pantry of organic ingredients, so cheap canned goods would have to do. You were in college after all, so you couldn't just spend all your money at the store. You had a budget. Going into the next isle, you bump into a man.

The man's arm wraps around you waist, keeping you from falling over.

"I'm really sorry." You murmur, looking up at the man.

His hair was platinum blond and his eyes were the brightest of blues. It was like looking right into sapphires.

"Don't worry about it. Are you okay?" He asks.

His voice was deep. It was attractive.

"I'm... I'm fine." You two stand there for a moment. His appearance had caught you off guard. "Well... I guess I'll go now. Thank you for catching me."

You began walking around him, but he grabs your hand. Tensing up, you turn around, ready to slap him, but you stop yourself at the sight of his light blush. It was such a odd expression to you, that it made you freeze. It was like you brain just couldn't analyze it.

"Would you... ahem." He looks away from your (e/c) eyes. "Would you like to get coffee sometime...it doesn't have to be coffee! I mean... do you want to go out sometime?"

You smile softly , something you have been doing more often ever since you got help. They weren't too genuine, but they were something.

"I would like that." You pull out your phone, which you bought with your own money. "Let's exchange numbers."

You hand him your phone, and he hands you his. Your hands brush against each other's and his blush turns into an even dark red. As soon as he hands you back your phone, you see his new contact. His name was Cassius.

"Your name is (y/n) huh? It's a pretty name." He flirts.

Your cheeks take on a light rose shade. You smile again, this time it was more genuine. You were going to play along.

"Your name is very unique. Pretty boy Cassius."

He laughs.

"Pretty boy?"

"Yep." You walk pass him. "I think it suits you."

"I'm glad you think I'm pretty."

Walking away, you suddenly get a feeling that you've seen him before.

A few days later, Cassius had came by to come get you at your apartment. Now you two were walking about, looking for something to do. You two had decided to go bowling, which you weren't too bad at. You both ended up spending the whole day together, going out to an Italian restaurant that evening. After a pleasant dinner, Cassius drops you off at your apartment.

"I had a good night." Cassius says, smiling. "Let's... let's do that again sometime."

"That would be wonderful."

You two didn't kiss. You walked inside, closing the door. It was then that you realized, you hadn't given Cassius your address. How exactly did he figure out where you lived?

You two had such a great time, that you decided to brush it off. You didn't want to antagonize him. You must of said something throughout the night.

After a few more dates, you two had officially become a couple. You hadn't offered to let him in your house yet. Doing so after a date was like a universal way of asking "Hey, let's have sex," and you honestly weren't ready for that.

It was a few months later, where things changed.

You moved in with Cassius, whose apartment was way nicer than yours. You two slept in the same bed, but haven't ever tried anything. Cassius gave you space, which you appreciate. You were just so shy when it came to those things. Your whole life, you had thought of sex as being a way to produce children, but then Dr. Jamison had to go and tell you about it's....other uses.

Then as some point, you just felt a strange need for it. It was when he was cooking dinner for the both of you that you felt the urge to just kiss him all over.

You quickly distanced yourself from him while he was cooking, walking back to your shared bedroom and closing the door. You called your doctor.

"Hello? Ms. (L/n), is everything alright?" Dr. Jamison says.

"I'm not bothering you am I?" You ask. Your voice was trembling a bit.

"No, of course not. You sound worried, are you okay?" She says in the other side.

You take a deep breathe in and then you breath out.

"Doctor... I... I feel weird." You say.

"Feel? I know feelings make you nervous sometimes." Dr. Jamison says. "Is that what you're feeling? Are you nervous? Is it because of you're significant other. Is he bothering you?"

Yes, he was bothering you, but not in the way that Dr. Jamison thought. How were you supposed to explain such a feeling without dying of embarrassment. Not even your usual emotionless demeanor could save you from the nervousness that you felt at that very moment.

"I don't know... I just feel weird."

"Describe it."

How?! All you wanted to do was ask how. It was way to hard and it terrified you. And they said talking to a professional would be easy...

"I just want to...I want to... it's too embarrassing." You grumble.

"Embarrassing? Now that's a new one. I'm glad you are feeling other things, but you need to tell me about this. I can't have you hiding it if it's important." Dr. Jamison sighs. "At least tell someone about it so they can explain it to me later."

"O—okay." You say almost robotically as you quickly hang up. She was no help, but then again, you weren't really cooperating.

You had to go out there and tell Cassius what was wrong. The bedroom door looked so ominous. There was an evil aura coming off of it, but it wasn't the door's fault. You were just so nervous. The only other person you wouldn't even think of telling, besides Dr. Jamison, was Cassius, but he was the problem. You frown. The only way you could get rid of the feeling is if you confront Cassius about it. You would have to be brave... but the door was scary.

You probably wouldn't have cared a couple of years ago. You would have been blunt about it. You were starting to regret getting professional help.

Cassius knocks on the door, opening it.

"Hey, come out and eat." He says. "I made it special."

"Okay." You say, slowly walking towards the door.

Oh look.... the door is open. That's one problem out of the way.

Leaving the room, you walk don't the hall, seeing Cassius standing next to a small dinner table. He smiles as you walk closer. He made pancakes for dinner and yours was in the shape of a heart.

"Do you like it?" He asks, still wearing his pretty pink apron.

It was adorable. He was adorable. You giggle, almost forgetting your mission. You had to tell Cassius. If you didn't, the feeling will eat you alive. Perhaps that would be for the best. Literally everything could go wrong if you tell him about you little problem.

Cassius walks up to you. You were so zoned out, that you didn't even notice. Suddenly, he had his hands on your face, his blues eyes staring into yours and in the most caring and soft voice he asked, "(y/n), are you doing okay?"

Why didn't he have to be so kind?

Your lips meet his.

You two have kissed plenty of times, but none of them held the passion and need that this one held now. Your lips leave his, a string of saliva being the only thing that connected them.

"Whoa... I..." He starts, but you interrupt.

"I feel weird Cassius. So weird. You take warmth and then you light it on fire. Everything is so hot." Cassius looks at you confused for a moment, but he let's you continue. "I just suddenly felt the need to... I want to..."

His hand caresses your face.

"Go on." He whispers.

"To put things simply, I... I want to touch you. I just suddenly felt the need to." You murmur. "I'm sorry."

Cassius was the one to kiss you this time. He was far more skilled than you were. He was the only man you've ever kissed after all. He must have kissed lots of others, which made you feel a bit sad. You wondered if whoever took his first kiss was prettier than you. Appearance was never really a main priority to you. You made sure to keep clean, and to where matching clothing, but you never invested in it. His first girlfriend was probably a supermodel.

Cassius's hand found it's way to your behind, giving it a firm squeeze. You gasp.

"Your eyes were getting that cloudy look (y/n). I don't want you thinking about anything else except what's happening now." He chuckles. "God, you are so beautiful."

Cassius was good for your self esteem.

He kisses you again. It was open mouth. There was no asking for entrance. You were ready for it. Your tongues swirl around each other slowly. It wasn't feverish nor was it sloppy or rushed. It was slow and loving with a pinch of lust involved too. Perfection.

Cassius lifts you into his arms, walking towards the bedroom. He places you down gently on the bed, smiling down at you. You sit up, staring at him with an innocent expression.

What was supposed to happen now?

Cassius sit's next to you, brushing some of your hair behind your ear.

"Tell me how you feel?"

"Nervous." You say.

"Let's change that." He coos.

Cassius knew about your emotionless behavior. You had told him, but he also knew because he had stalked you for the longest time. When you turned eighteen, he had taken a liking to you, bumping into you once before at a book store. You were so interesting to him. He was sure you two were soulmates and he was right. You wouldn't be so attracted to him if it wasn't true.

Right?

He brings his lips towards you neck, sucking on the skin. You gasped, but other than that, no other noises were made. He brings his hands up to your breast, giving them both a test squeeze. You, never being touched there, yelp, shivering. He keeps on going, you letting out soft whimpers here and there.

He releases you neck, eyeing the red mark there. It would definitely bruise up later for he had given you a hickey. He looks into your eyes, your eyes half lidded.

"You look cute like that." He laughs. "Do you want me to keep going (y/n)?" His hands, that were now at the rim of your shirt go up, gliding along your bare skin.

He removes your shirt, going for your bra next. As soon as the cold air hit you, you were laying on the bed. He was so fast, so skilled. He climbs on top of you, giving you a peck on the lips, before kissing your chin, kissing you neck, and finally kissed the valley right in between you breast. He takes of his shirt, throwing it some where in the room. Going back to your breast, he squeezes your left one, and starts kissing the right, eventually giving it the same treatment as your neck.

Now things got a little hotter. He began to grind his hips into yours, making you moan. He didn't think you would. You've always been so quiet, but he was glad that you moaned. Now he knew, for sure, that he was doing something right. You unintentionally buck your hips, making him gasp. He smirks, his cheeks turning pink.

You bite your lip, whining softly. You were scared that your noises would become annoying. You were very wrong. You couldn't help, but let out another moan and boy did he like that.

Cassius looks up from your chest, a smirk on his face.

"Let's take this to the next level shall we?"

And you nodded, but before he could even get your pants off, it all disappeared.

Both you and Cain quickly spring up from the bed, both of you panting slightly. He looks at you and you look at him. His eyes were red and so were yours.

You both weren't sure if you had the same dream. That wasn't possible was it?

"(Y/n)..." He says.

"Yeah?" You groan, rubbing your temples.

"Let's have sex."

And sure enough....

You two did.