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Miguel had been watching you throughout the extent of their transformation, watching as their skin became tougher, vibrant and their hair gained a certain glossiness. you was becoming a predator, much like him.
However, this wasn't something that he dwelled on, as you was going through extreme amounts of pain: the kind that could slip into their dreams in their unconscious state. He was relieved, in a way, that you wasn't conscious like he was during his transformation all those centuries ago. Yet, Miguel had been worried, his fangs biting into his lower lip as he watched you toss and turn in his bed, their eyes opening slightly every few hours.
And he was there, whispering encouraging words to you but not daring to touch as he feared he wouldn't be able to get enough.
Miguel didn't regret his decision, he *is* keeping his fated mate alive, even if it means calling in a necromancer. It's been too long, too long of seeing his past partners find their fated, too long of living in this empty mansion alone, he wanted, he needed and he longed for you.
He heard as you heartbeat, the steady rhythm keeping him calm, stopped. His eyes widened and imidietly darted towards you's prone form on the bed, relief coursing through him as you's eyes opened, frantically darting around the room. He immediately appeared next to you, "Preciosa..." was all he could say as he took in you's red eyes, a far cry from their original color. Vampires have a certain allure, after all.
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