It's been a few weeks now, a few weeks since that god-awful smell entered Rafaelle's nostrils and poisoned his life with nights spent watching her sleep, watching her eat, watching her do her laundry and wash her hair... ugh, it's unbearable.

Ever since he drifted past that house, the "sold" sign still sticking out of the ground like a bad omen, and caught the scent of sickly-sweet vanilla and honeysuckle his days and nights have been consumed with watching. Just watching. The way she mumbled in her sleep, the way she hummed as she brushed her hair in the morning, the way she scrunched her nose when she was focused on something. It was almost sickening.

But cara mia, that smell. It was intoxicating, the way her scent lingered on his clothes if he spent a few minutes too long in her room, the way it clung to his fingers after looking through her wardrobe, the way it sent him into a daze. But why? She was just a human, a weak, pathetic, helpless, beautiful human-

It was a cold night in January when he first watched her sleep, it was endearing how she shivered and tossed and turned in the night, how her face scrunched up and her cheeks flushed pink as dreams consumed her. Rafaelle knew it was wrong to interact, but he would feel terrible if he didn't at least cover her with a blanket from her living room. It was becoming unbearable to see her uncomfortable.

But who am I to interfere? A centuries-old immortal, with creepy eyes and ghostly skin. I would disgust her, revolt her, send her screaming...

It was now March, and the first signs of spring began to peak through, trees turning a light shade of pink, the sky becoming clearer and the temperature rising by the day. Thank god, she wouldn't be so cold anymore. Rafaelle snuck into her home like he always did, through the window left slightly ajar, her scent calling to him like a siren as she lay in her bed, curled into a ball, covered in blankets. So beautiful, so delicate, like a rose on a summer's day. Her hair was curled around her face, like the messy creature she was. He rolled his eyes, smiling gently at the small girl in front of him, leaning down in front of her.

His face was inches away, just the way he liked it, his eyes glowing red in the dark of her room, his nose ablaze with the scent of her skin. She may have been a pathetic human, weak in nature, but she was like an angel carved in stone, a masterpiece, a true testament to nature, and it had been centuries since he saw a woman with such beauty. Gently, he reached out, with gentle hands brushing a lock of her hair from her face, not realising he wasn't gentle at all.

She shot up, eyes wide as she stared at the figure shrouded in darkness, crouched by her bed. She scrambled to cover herself with her thick blankets, her breathing quickening by the second. Rafaelle could hear her heartbeat quicken, her body temperature rise as she opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out.

Ah merda...