Jared shot a glance at her hand that had settled on his shoulder, a hint of a fever lingered on his bare flesh showing that he was indeed sick but from anything the humans were suffering from. This illness was his very own painful burden. “No one can help me…” he stated ominously. Finally he met the young woman’s concerned and frightened gaze but what met her was not a scary beast of a vampire of before, it was a pained young man struggling with uncontrollable emotions that were ripping him apart. His eyes were so readable in their sorrow as he peered into Claire’s trying to keep from being consumed by his grief “God took her away! She didn’t deserve to die! I should be dead! It should have been me…me!” He moved from her, standing near the concealed window that blocked out the sun, fingering the thick blanket he used to cover the glass considering ripping it free to greet the day.