Gisele's ears stood to full attention, convinced that Jake was here but she couldn't see him or get a good bead on his location. She crept cautiously into one corner after another.He would be hungry when he awoke for she had been out of his life for several lifecyles. If she was gone, he could not live. She would always be his first blood for her blood held a living giving spark for him. Then periodic feedings from her would sustain his life. The problem was that often, he would awake, drain her and she would die.<br/><br/>When she died, her soul would go back to the universe and she had to wait a lifecycle to return. While she walked the spiritworld, she was not allow to go near Jake but that didn't stop other spirits, women and a few men from going near him, and then reporting to her. Jake did live for a while on the strength of her blood. He was in torment of soul, always, tortured, growing weaker and weaker until he died, alone always alone, the last words on his lips her name.<br/><br/>Shaking her fur, Gisele focused and switched directions as she continued her search.  She couldn't bear the agony of his soul. Spirits could project what they had felt as they traveled the world. He was so far away and she couldn't get to him. This was her torment, her agony.<br/><br/>"What do you expect?" the village wisewoman had flung at her. "Vampyres, humans, witches!" she had spat on the ground. "Nothing good ever comes from this." This conversation had been when Gisele had gone to her for a love potion. What she had given to her was two potions with specific instructions for the man and the woman.<br/><br/>Gisele shook her head, flapping her ears. What a fool she had been.<br/><br/>She stepped on an old yellowed newspaper and it was squishy under her paw. A little yip escaped her jaws. It was Jake.