Preface:
When you never thought your life can't be anymore tedious, it suddenly turns into a life or death adventure. Having reality overcome the dreams makes it seem as if anything is possible. Maybe dreams are messing with reality turning life and death an insignificant cause. Hmm…Maybe, but what other kind of logical explanation can decipher this confusion? What does reality and dreams have to do with me anyways? But, exactly why am I still living after it seems there's nothing else to live for?
One person has come to my solution, one person made me think otherwise, and one person changed my life. That one person appeared perfect as ever as if god made him and brought him down to earth. His face structure was so smooth looking with his body having to be hard as marble.
Who ever thought this dominate predator can be so kind and gentle who always was quenched for blood, my blood that eases his pain and desires. Having my scent being so irresistible to him makes him more aware of himself around me. He feeds on my blood every midnight when a full moon is out controlling his temper and disgust for what he claims to be.
Whatever he claims himself to be I can not diversify my judgment on him. He is the consumer and I am his source but my blood can not define the love I have for him…
