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Eyna kept looking at me with those harsh eyes. It was a side I hadn't seen before in her. She was usually so docile. I suspected that she had a darker side in her that hadn't surfaced yet. I wondered if I would get to know it.
   Logain was questioned several times. I wasn't allowed to be with him when they interviewed him. I wanted to be with him and support him through this, but he only said that he would be fine. He was so independent. I loved that in him, and I wished I was the same. Deena's funeral was a simple but beautiful ceremony in the woods. People looked at Logain like he shouldn't be there, but looked away every time the caught either of our eyes.

Weeks passed, and Logain and I were as inseparable as always. We spent the nights together, as well as all waking hours of the day. I became more and more attached to him. Everybody gave Logain sideways glances, but they looked away every time that I caught their eyes. They knew what had happened. They just couldn't prove it. Logain was right in that they would not bother us again. No one stepped forward to me. No one even talked to me. They seemed afraid. Logain and I became more and more isolated from the others. It was hard, but I realized it was the only possible course of things.

One night, he disappeared once again. I woke up one late afternoon in his room but without him by my side. I always woke up next to him, so I was puzzled. And worried. What if the Anajol vampires had caught up with him?
I went outsider despite the sun to look for him. It stung all over, but I kept on going. People looked in my direction with questioning glances. They were not used to seeing me without my man, or moving around in daylight. I was not used to being without Logain.
I tried my own quarters. When I approached, there was a sickly smell that I knew well. It was a scent of someone beautiful, mixed with the unmistakable smell of blood. I rushed in.

Logain was lying face up on the floor. He did not move. His shirt was covered in blood and his eyes stared up against the ceiling, seeing nothing. I leaped to him and put my hand against his chest. Nothing. No beat. He was a vampire, but they still had a heartbeat.
If they didn't…I didn't want to think about it.
   He was gone. Dead. I knew it but I would not believe it. How could this have happened? He had one single puncture in his chest. Someone had stabbed him. Someone had killed him. My man had been murdered.
   I screamed out loud so that the entire community heard. I shouted and shouted, and people came to investigate. Wesley came into my room and saw the scene before me. He put his arm around my shoulders.
   "Weyla, what happened?"
   "He's gone…" I sobbed. "He's gone…"
   Wesley rocked me back and forth and I didn't care that I had hated him before, along with everyone else. He offered me comfort, and I needed it.
   Logain was dead. Out passion, our bond was gone. He would never hold me again. He would never caress me and take me to bed again. He was gone.
   I cried all through that night. Wesley stayed with me while the others took care of Logain's body. They took him away from me. I didn't want to let go, but I did not know what to do. I was lost. It was like my soul had drifted away.

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Eyna kept looking at me with those harsh eyes. It was a side I hadn't seen before in her. She was usually so docile. I suspected that she had a darker side in her that hadn't surfaced yet. I wondered if I would get to know it.
   Logain was questioned several times. I wasn't allowed to be with him when they interviewed him. I wanted to be with him and support him through this, but he only said that he would be fine. He was so independent. I loved that in him, and I wished I was the same. Deena's funeral was a simple but beautiful ceremony in the woods. People looked at Logain like he shouldn't be there, but looked away every time the caught either of our eyes.

Weeks passed, and Logain and I were as inseparable as always. We spent the nights together, as well as all waking hours of the day. I became more and more attached to him. Everybody gave Logain sideways glances, but they looked away every time that I caught their eyes. They knew what had happened. They just couldn't prove it. Logain was right in that they would not bother us again. No one stepped forward to me. No one even talked to me. They seemed afraid. Logain and I became more and more isolated from the others. It was hard, but I realized it was the only possible course of things.

One night, he disappeared once again. I woke up one late afternoon in his room but without him by my side. I always woke up next to him, so I was puzzled. And worried. What if the Anajol vampires had caught up with him?
I went outsider despite the sun to look for him. It stung all over, but I kept on going. People looked in my direction with questioning glances. They were not used to seeing me without my man, or moving around in daylight. I was not used to being without Logain.
I tried my own quarters. When I approached, there was a sickly smell that I knew well. It was a scent of someone beautiful, mixed with the unmistakable smell of blood. I rushed in.

Logain was lying face up on the floor. He did not move. His shirt was covered in blood and his eyes stared up against the ceiling, seeing nothing. I leaped to him and put my hand against his chest. Nothing. No beat. He was a vampire, but they still had a heartbeat.
If they didn't…I didn't want to think about it.
   He was gone. Dead. I knew it but I would not believe it. How could this have happened? He had one single puncture in his chest. Someone had stabbed him. Someone had killed him. My man had been murdered.
   I screamed out loud so that the entire community heard. I shouted and shouted, and people came to investigate. Wesley came into my room and saw the scene before me. He put his arm around my shoulders.
   "Weyla, what happened?"
   "He's gone…" I sobbed. "He's gone…"
   Wesley rocked me back and forth and I didn't care that I had hated him before, along with everyone else. He offered me comfort, and I needed it.
   Logain was dead. Out passion, our bond was gone. He would never hold me again. He would never caress me and take me to bed again. He was gone.
   I cried all through that night. Wesley stayed with me while the others took care of Logain's body. They took him away from me. I didn't want to let go, but I did not know what to do. I was lost. It was like my soul had drifted away.