He quickly caught me as I was trapped into his embrace. His fangs came out and i closed my eyes, thinking that the pain would come soon, but I felt a great pleasure from him my blood. I opened my eyes as he still continued to my blood out of my neck. I turned to my arms to see that it was spotted with purple spots. Although this pleasure was great, I pulled away and looked at him in the eyes.

" Did you know that blood from someone that loves you tastes much much sweeter than blood from people who doesn't love you?" he said as he disappeared out of my sight. I stood there looking at my purple spotted arm that was feeling weak. I wasn't as scared as I was when he was chasing me to get my blood, I was now pleased, pleased that there could be such a good feeing as his blood .

After that event, I kept wanted to feast him on my blood, because that pleasure of his fangs digging into my neck was absolutely unforgettable. But I never saw him again.... even my  memory of him is starting to disappear, his face in my memory has became distorted, his voice, his husky yet caring voice is still carved into my memory...... and I cannot miss the feeing of the blood ... that feeling is permenant in my mind. I also can't ever forget him because of the permanent purple mark on my arm, although it shrunk , It is still seen whenever I wear short sleeves.

Although 3 years had passed and I'm in my last year of high school, I still had hopes of him appearing again, at that very spot, the spot where we first met and our last encounter...... 

Heeyyyyyy yes I know, im a really bad author for not even updating my other stories but is already writing a new story... but I got this idea from my dream today..... so yea, i dont' want to forget it so I wrote it here, I am inspired to finish this story yes I am.... i think... yea so no plagarizinggggggggg