“Move…..out…” Richard spoke, his voice stuttered, weak murmur. His vision was blurry as his vampire instincts began to take over. He stumbled over to the counter, gripping it so hard his knuckles turned white. He turned his head away from you, shutting his eyes tightly. “Out.” He said, trying his best to keep his weak voice firm.

Richard was the king of vampires, he normally never hung out around mortals, much less befriend one. But for some reason you were different. You were his one exception for one reason, and one reason only..he wanted you to be his queen.

He never told you he was a vampire, he’d ask you to marry him and rule beside him when the time was right. He wanted it to be the perfect moment, but now he was craving blood..he was starving. He could practically smell your blood, it smelled sweet..so..so sweet. He didn’t want to reveal himself like this..he didn’t want to hurt you.

But he was losing it. He was starved.