The Poet

                                    

                                          
Felix worries me. He worries me because I care about him deeply, more than I should, more than is healthy. When I meet someone, I grow attached to an unhealthy amount because of what I am. A vampire feels things heightened so normal care.. becomes an obsession. 
Maybe that's why I hate Layla so much, my jealousy and annoyance is beyond words.
Felix was mumbling things in his sleep, he said the name Diego. He sounded terrified, his voice cracked and he sounded on the verge of tears. I never want to hear him like that again. I wonder if it's a family member or old friend. I won't ask though, I will never make the first move on a conversation about something that I think is even the slightest bit touchy until I fully believe they are comfortable with me. I thought me and Felix were getting to that point but I'm not too sure, we still have only known each other for no more than a week. I've lost track of time.
The movie is playing in the background and Felix is laying beside me asleep, I miss finding relief in sleep. Even though I haven't had that feeling in over 200 years ago, I remember it. I remember everything about my human years. The satisfaction of food, I can no longer taste except seafood. The relief of sleep, I do not get tired unless starved of blood. The feeling of a beating heart, it has stopped. 
I do my best to find distractions, that's why I read and write. Before I was turned into a vampire, I wanted to become an author. I used to write short stories and my sister would listen to me as I read them to her. I still have those short stories sitting around someone on the shelves of books I've got, maybe one day I can go back to them and fix them up. Maybe publish them.
There is a cure for vampirism or so I've heard. I don't know where it is or how to make it if that's the case, and honestly I'm not sure if I'd want to become human. Would it be too much for me? Would I not be able to adjust? What if something goes wrong? 
Felix's voice snaps me out of my spacing, "Hey." 
I look over from the TV to look down at him, his eyes still droopy. It's only been no longer than 30 minutes.
"You can't sleep?" I keep my voice soft when speaking to him in our room, it's our 'safe space' and I'd like to make it actually feel like one.
He shakes his head and looks over at the TV to see what I picked out. I turned on some show called 'Supernatural', I wasn't really planning on actually watching it but I needed some noise in the background.
He looks back at me and I offer a faint smile, "I can go make you some hot tea. Do you think that would help?" I'm not trying to baby him, I just like taking care of people. I feel the need to take care of people after Fenic died, especially people that are close to me that just so happen to also be humans.
He shrugs and then mumbles, his voice slightly more raspy than normal, from being tired, "You don't have to.."
"I know. I want to." I shuffle out of bed and fix up my shirt before heading to the door, "I'll be back with it."
I walk out and start heading down the hall, not many are out and about; they're all either getting ready for the ball or exploring outside of the castle. I make a beeline for the kitchen and then walk up to the worker, they smile as they recognize me as usual.
"Good afternoon, Sir Gray, what could I do for you?" 
I look over at the small drink menu engraved on a wooden sign on the wall behind him. Hot tea, hot tea, hot tea... Ah, there it is.
I break the silence with my order, looking back at him, "One cup of hot tea with vanilla creamer, please." 
He nods and walks over to grab a nice mug, "Name for the order?" I'll say Felix's so he gets his name designed on a fancy mug.