[This is a part that I read back to myself and really liked. I am not aspiring to be published. I write for fun. I'm 15, but don't judge me by that.] [It is NOT vampires.]

“But you stopped,” he repeated in awe. “You have no idea how difficult even the oldest of partners can find that. You were clouded with all of that hysteria and adrenaline. You should not have stopped. This defies everything in our biology—it's impossible.” He stared at me, his face moulded with pure amazement. “You stopped. You're willpower is greater than even the strongest of our ancestors.”
“The damage was done.”
“And that damage could have been a lot worse.”
I thought about that for a moment in silence. “There would be no damage at all if I didn't exist.”
He ignored the darker side of my reply completely. “Stop belittling yourself. You did extremely well. Better than any of us could have expected of you. That is all you should care about now.”
“How can I feel better of myself for doing so when I don't even know where she is—or if she's even alive?” My voice strained on the last word.
“She is one of us. She will not die that easily,” he attempted to reassure me.
My teeth made a grinding noise. “She's half-human.”
“Oh,” he mused. “And how can you be so sure?”
“Verin, she wouldn't have needed me on that day if she wasn't! She would have saved herself and more.”
He contemplated this. His face moved to his thoughts and realizations. He leaned back with his jaw set like stone after a few moments and whispered, “I never thought of it…it never came to mind. But how?”
“I don't care about how she was created! There's plenty of time for such things—!”
“Calm, Adeo.” He cautioned.
I concentrated deeply for a few moments, trying to set my breathing rate back to it's normal pace. I couldn't.
“She could be dead.”
He shook his head. “Adeo—”
“She could! She could be!” I imagined it. Her heart would be still because of me. Her vibrant, glowing skin would turn ivory and cold. Her family would have to identify her lifeless body. The body that I killed.