He was caressing my hair gently...

Touching my neck...

Rubbing his hand on my cheeks....

Every he made to me made my heart skip a beat. Wait. I don't have a heart anymore, right?

I opened my eyes.

First thing I saw was BLOOD. Blood was dripping from my shirt.

I saw his face.

He still has that fascinating aura around him.

Why am I here?

Oh right. I belonged to him now.

I'm just for feeding. But I loved him even before his fangs pierced my skin and turn me into an undead. When was that again?

Oh yeah, during my 17th birthday, I was... killed by .......I don't remember at all.

And he was there, trying his best not to turn me into a crypt but he had no other option.

He had to do it.

He had to give me his blood....