Vampire. The word means different things to different people. Yet there is only one truth. They're killers. Unforgiving, unremorseful killers -all of them. Food is food to them, but on occasion, don't we all like to play with our food? Nothing but tragedy follows when a vampire gets bored and takes interest in his food. Yet here I am. Snuggled into a hoard of blankets, and nestled in a vampire's arms.
How, you ask, did i get here? Well, to put it simply, a vampire gets what a vampire wants, period. You throw together a late night trip on foot with a bored vampire, and you get this. A completely terrifying, sexually satisfying short term relationship. And even as i lay here, death gradually approaching(Not of any immediate injury, it is just the fate of all snacks to be sucked dry eventually and i knew my time would come eventually.) I cannot help but admit that the latter statement is a complete understatement. And as he shifts, bringing me even closer to himself, i know that the night is far from over.
Yet i can't seem to regret it...