Nineteen - Vanadine

He occupied himself with making coffee while Carine spoke to the young family who had come to get a dog. Trying to dispel the darkness that Paul had brought out, he shook as he forced the dark thoughts back. It had surprised even him how his darker side had reacted when Paul had been unkind to Carine, snapping to the front of his consciousness and ready to devour.

Yet there had been a subtle difference to his darkness that he had never expected. While his dark half was always ready to kill and maim and injure, this time he had felt a difference. It had felt as if it was protective of Carine. As if it cared about her as much as his human side was beginning to. He frowned as he poured hot water, wondering over the change. The darker side of his personality had never cared about anyone before, mainly concentrating on anger, hate and violence.

What does it mean? He asked himself, stirring the coffee. Is this because of her? I have never felt about anyone in the same way as I have with Car