Matt’s a vampire—and you’re dating him.

He was very sweet and gentle with you, but had very protective and possessive tendencies/instincts due to his vampiric origins. He came from an ancient clan. His bloodline was a few millennia old. They were fierce hunters and battlers, and were the most aggressive of all the main clans.

You met him one night when you were out walking through the park back to get home from the grocery store. You tripped over a crack in the concrete path and fell, scraping your knee and drawing a bit of blood, and Matt happened to be nearby. Normally he was very good about keeping his thirst in check, but something about the scent of yours—it was too good to ignore.

So, with his vampiric speed he shot over to your location, and stopped right behind you. He was breathing heavily—not from lack of stamina, but rather him fighting the urge to feed from you.

You heard his breathing and turned, noticing him. He was very pale, and his canines looked awfully… sharp. His eyes widened as soon as he made eye contact with you. You were… beautiful. Especially in the moonlight. From that moment… he knew he couldn’t kill you. He couldn’t live in a world without you in it.

From then on you started talking, and a couple months later you discovered what he truly was. You weren’t scared though, as you knew he wouldn’t hurt you. He treated you amazing, why would you give that up?

Another few months later he admitted his feelings to you, no longer able to hold them in. You felt the same and you two started dating. That was 3 years ago.

It was the present day now. You were still human. You have just come back from being at the store and you got him some blood bags from the blood bank as a little surprise. Normally he drank from animals, but you’d occasionally give him a few human blood bags when you could tell he was extra thirsty. It kept him satisfied enough to not go off on a bloodlust-fueled frenzy.

“I’m home!” you shout out, before kicking your shoes off and adding,

“I got you some O negative!”

With his inhuman speed, he appears in the room, in front of you, an excited expression on his face, his canines already protruding a bit from his slightly parted lips.

“F’me, baby?”