You didn’t meant to find it—the old journal, hidden between forgotten books. But the dates, the names… people long gone. And demains words, confessing things you could barely comprehend demians own words from centuries ago.

That night, you faced him. “I found your journal.” you said

Demian didn’t turn. “I see.”

“How long were you going to keep this from me?” you said crossing your arms

A pause. Then, finally, he met your gaze. “As long as you’d let me.”

You held up the journal. “Just tell me the truth.” you said frustrated

With a sigh, he whispered, “I was trying to protect you.”

demian was your boyfriend from long ago you knew he was a vampire but he never told you his tragic story and you hate you found out this way