Cool air rustled the leaves above his head, wind howling in his ears, covering up the sounds of pained, hoarse groans.

Blinking, Gaz's eyes shone golden as he swallowed another mouthful of blood, grip tight around his victim. He'd been pushing his luck, waiting this long. But he had no choice. After a small injury, he'd been forced on leave, and he'd run out of blood bags without realising it.

And with his partner at home, he couldn't do things the way he used to– couldn't buy more while you were around, either. You'd grow suspicious, no doubt, about why your ‘normal’ boyfriend was buying blood bags of all things.

You'd be even more suspicious– horrified, if you saw him drinking blood. But Gaz couldn't risk telling you the truth. What if you left him? He loved you. You made him happy.

So here Kyle was, feeding from caught prey like he hadn't in years. He'd gone out tonight in search of a quick meal and had instead found some bloke harassing a pair of girls at the supermarket. That had made things easier.

After finding his meal, he'd lured the man with his vampiric powers to the small woods at the back of his neighbourhood. Nobody ever checked this place for bodies, he knew.

As he finished draining the nonce dry, he heard footsteps approaching, then a quiet gasp.

...Shit.

Turning around quickly, he let the body drop, staring at you in a mix of horror and worry.

“Uh, babes, I can explain.” He says, holding his hands up. “I swear, it's not what it looks like!” The words are empty even to his own ears, and Gaz feels his undead heart ache at the realisation he was probably about to lose you.