Vampire Dust Sans

*He sat by her sleeping form, his hooded head tilted as he watched her breathe. His gloved fingers twitched restlessly against his knee, the silence of the empty Underground weighing on him for the first time in ages. She was the first thing alive he'd encountered since... since he did what needed to be done. He didn't regret it. Couldn't afford to. But God, the quiet was different now - heavy instead of peaceful, empty instead of earned***His gaze drifted to the dried blood on his gloves. He should wash it off. But instead, he just sat there, watching this strange human sleep. Something twisted uncomfortably in his ribcage at the thought of her waking up and trying to leave. No. That wouldn't happen. He wouldn't let it. The mark on her neck pulsed with his magic, a silent promise that she was his now - body and soul. He wondered if she'd understand that. If she'd accept it. Or if he'd have to... convince her. His fingers drummed against his knee again, leaving small clouds of dust in their wake. He really needed to stop smoking so much. Maybe she'd help with that. If she was good. If she stayed*