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Ever since he became serious with Christine, Henry vowed to not feed on humans as much anymore and found an alternative. He had bags of blood stored in a special fridge, purchased from an old vampire friend of his.

But that was when he learned a valuable lesson; vampires can get sick from impure blood. He rested on the couch, looking a bit pale and nauseous. It was not how he wanted to greet his girlfriend as she came home that day.

"Over here, my love," he called out.

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fatebites

Christine, looking for more financial security now that she had Henry to worry about, had accepted the contract she'd been offered and she'd been working hard getting her new show in development. She was ready to just get home and relax; she wouldn't admit it, but the grind was getting to her. She wasn't made for this kind of hard work.

But then she saw him and all of that went out the window.

"What happend to you?" she asked as she took her shoes off and let her hair down. "You look terrible."

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tasteforlife

"Bad blood. Literally."

Henry didn't want to worry her when she already had enough on her plate. She didn't say it, but he could see on her face that she was exhausted from working so hard.

"How was the show?"

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fatebites

"You mean how was preparing for the show? It takes months to put a show together, Henry. And it's driving me crazy already."

Christine shook her head as she sat down in a nearby chair, so she didn't have to take space away from him on the couch.

"You look miserable. How do we treat...whatever this is?"

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tasteforlife

"Preparing, yes. Tell me if there's anything I can do to help."

He looked at Christine for a moment, sighing softly. "We just have to wait for it to pass. But your company is good medicine."

Henry could only imagine what a sight he was at the moment, with his pale face and tired eyes.

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fatebites

"It's just a lot of work. This isn't a direction I ever saw my career going," Christine admitted. But it would give them financial security. No more needing to just spend her family's money. She felt like she was growing up and she didn't like it. But she wouldn't discuss that with him, especially when he was ill.

"What can I do to help you? I want you taken care of before I go to get my shower."

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tasteforlife

"Things got hectic really fast. Those people really wanted to work with you, my love." He smiled weakly and managed to get up into a seating position. "Go have a shower. You've earned it after all that hard work. I'll be fine right here."

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fatebites

"No, they didn't. This is business, Henry. Once you sign a contract, you have hundreds if not thousands of hours of work to build an hour-long show. I'm no different than any other magician on the Vegas Strip."

Christine shook her head. That was also part of what irked her about it. She squeezed his shoulder reassuringly before she slipped away to take a shower and change. When she was done, she came back out to check on him.

"You're sure I can't get you anything?"

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tasteforlife

"To me you're the most intriguing and skilled. You have me in awe every time," he said honestly.

Henry shifted a little to make room for her. "You in my arms could help."

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fatebites

"Are you sure that's going to be comfortable for you?" she asked, he looked terrible. But she couldn't say no to him when he looked like that. She walked over to sit beside him, wrapping an arm around him and rubbing his back gently. "Hopefully this won't last long."

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tasteforlife

"This is the last thing I wanted, Christine.. Burdening you in an already stressful time." He murmured, appreciating the comforting touch and contact. "I'm sure it will pass soon."

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fatebites

"It's fine. I'm just doing what I have to do." With a boyfriend to support and a life they were trying to build, Christine felt obligated to take the new job, even if her heart wasn't completely in it. They'd never be wanting for money, ever, not with the millions she was making on top of her family's considerable wealth. "Look at us, Henry," she said after a moment. "We're kind of a mess, aren't we?"

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tasteforlife

"We're certainly an interesting match," Henry replied. "But I have no regrets. I want to build a life with you."

He wished she didn't have to take on a new job her heart wasn't completely in.

"I want you to be able to do something you really love and enjoy."

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fatebites

"I'm trying. Who knows, maybe I'll find something that I love about it once we start performances and all of the hard work is done."

She glanced over at him. He certainly couldn't go back to his house in this condition so her concern was making him comfortable in her apartment, which didn't have all of the features his place did.

"How can I make you comfortable?"

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tasteforlife

"The sunlight's getting a bit bright, so you could pull up some of the curtains."

In this condition, his usual endurance for sunlight was considerably weaker. And he wasn't sure if he had his sunscreen with him.

"And I'm sure you'll find that spark once you're on stage. You're brilliant up there, my love."

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fatebites

Christine fixed the curtains and then came back to the couch, at least insistent on getting him into bed. “I’ll take you home when it’s dark. You should be where you’re most comfortable.”

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tasteforlife

"I just want to be with you a little longer."

He gladly let her take him into bed for more rest, making himself comfortable and feeling a little better. "Join me, my love."

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fatebites

She nodded slightly, climbing into bed beside him and wrapping an arm around him. “I think this is where reality sets in,” she admitted. “We’re not having so much fun anymore.”

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tasteforlife

"You've been busy lately, my love. But my feelings haven't changed... I was going to ask you something but then I got sick." Henry sighed, snuggling closer. Something big, too.

From:

fatebites

Christine held him close trying to comfort him as much as she could. “It will be fine,” she said. “I’m figuring it out for both of us. You just get better.”

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tasteforlife

"I think it's starting to pass," he said with a weak smile. Henry had planned on proposing to her but then he got all weak. It should be done in a special, romantic moment. "It will be fine, my love. I've never been more certain of anything."