He laid dead on the floor. So what if he was a vampire. Scarlet blood from his neck, and his body was motionless. His pale skin was cold and lifeless.
I kneeled down next to him. I started to cry. Tears running down my cheeks. I was so in pain. Not on the outside, but on the inside.
Who would even want to harm someone so kind and pure? I couldn't believe he was killed. Dead, forever, never coming back again.
I tried to stop crying, but the hot tears kept streaming down my face. I couldn't breathe. I loved him.
I really did, and now he was dead forever.
Everything happened so quickly. I didn't understand what happened.
One moment we were kissing and cuddling, and another moment he was laying dead on the ground.
And yes, I loved a vampire.