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"Hell found me." Daniel says calmly staring down into his glass of bourbon sitting across from me. "Why did I say yes?"

"Is that truly how you feel about all of this?" I ask him with the same calm continence.

"It isn't as though you are a Vampire. It is a privilege to be chosen to become one of them and not a Vampire or Drastida…if they chose to go that route again." I try to reassure him chuckling slightly under my breath.

"Privilege?" shaking his head he closes his eyes and inhales strongly. "It's a privilege to be a dropnutem?" He looks me straight in the eyes.

"Are you unhappy? Do you hate me that much?" I ask him, staring back into his eyes. I try desperately to control my emotions and keep from having an outburst.

"Of course, not Sebastian!" He replies in an almost hushed voice looking around the room to see if anyone was eavesdropping on our conversation.

I bite down on my lower lip hard, a bad habit that Ipicked up from Tadanya. I bow my head and get up to leave.

"Sebastian…wait…you know that that's not what I meant…I love you." He tells me standing up he places his glass down on the coffee table in front of him and rounds it to stand behind me.

"Ehh, Daniel. It wasn't forced on you to become one of us. You were offered just like the rest of us. This was your decision…maybe it wasn't your choice to become a dropnutem but that is just the way that it happened. The roll of the dice." Turning around to face him I grab him by the shoulders. "This has been your life for the last ten years. Why are you still struggling with this? And why have you never told me how you truly felt? I am your temporary mate yes, but I am your first. We should be able to confide in each other."

His eyes soften just a little as he looks at me then I start to see how shameful he now feels. I slowly let go of him and back away slowly. He immediately grabs hold of me wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my chest sideways.

"I'm sorry Sebastian. I didn't mean to make you feel insignificant." He exhales slowly before continuing, "Of course I know that for males it is a drop of a dime of whether we are a dropnutem or a nutem. Please do not be angry with me. I really do love you and care for you, and I know that you feel the same way about me." Lifting his head, a small smile appears on his beautiful peach colored face. His short curly locs fall backwards off his face as he looks up at me.

Placing my hand to his head I gently caress his hair and smile back with a small laugh. I can never stay angry at him for too long. And I cannot begin to understand how he feels. But I have a feeling that he is not the only dropnutem that feels this way.