I lay in quiet serenity on the soft, warm bed in this darkened room.

And all is quiet... Not even the soft chirping crickets can reach my ears. The room is black, except the pale moonlight shining through my closed window, refracting off all my shiny things.

I turn again in my sheets. It's a warm summer night, and I am only dressed in a simple singlet and a a pair of silk shorts. My chocolate brown hair falls messily around my pillow, swirling around as if it were a dance floor. It's warm, but comforting. These are the moments I love the most.

I stare at that picture perfect moon for a while longer. But alas, soon dreams call out to me, and I must leave this world, if only for a few hours.

Just as I am almost lulled to sleep, I hear a scratching noise at my window.

I turn, not completely surprised, but a little startled at the piercing sound in my otherwise quiet room. I get up, searching for my window, when I see him there, perched on a nearby tree branch.

And I smile, despite the hour.

I immediately make my way over to the glass panels, where I flick the locks with two quiet snaps, and pull the doors open.

"I knew it was you." I murmur quietly.

He looked at me, but said nothing, almost challenging me to complain about the hour of his arrival. I walk back to the bed, and sit cross legged, watching him idle at the window sill. He stares back unrepentingly, his gaze fierce, and sharp, but I know that is just the way his eyes are.

The wind blows softly, and tousles his raven black hair, dead straight, and just as sleek and shiny. He seems annoyed by this, and his emerald eyes take on an irked expression.

It is silent. We just stare at each other, waiting for something to happen, but unsure what.

"Well... aren't you coming?" I whisper, gesturing to my bed.

For the first time that night, it seems I have said something that pleases him, and he leaps down from his perch, his lithe body making no sound in the darkness.

I feel his weight shift my bed, and he crawls over to me, caressing my thigh with his cheek.

I giggle softly, and pull him into my arms, where he stays for a while, breathing contentedly. But after while, he is bored of my affection, and pulls away, stalking out of my room, and into the hallway, where he is headed for the kitchen.

I watch as he leaves, and smile to myself.

My friend, my love, my partner.

My cat, Hayate.

Thank you for not being a vampire.