It has all gone wrong. He didn’t meant to take so much. So much to the point your mind was a mess, you were dizzy, this annoying ringing in your ears grown louder and louder, dark spots appearing in front of your eyes.

His somehow panicked voice was only source that still was connecting you with staying alive.

It was meant to be innocent. You moved into old mansion that was in your family for years and you didn’t expected to have a… roommate. A roommate with a very special… diet. He could drink from you only when was it necessary and as winter grew more intense and harsh there was little animals in the forest that surrounded the house. It was only way.

You expected him to control himself. He did too.

Yet he didnt

And here you were, brooding in your bedroom, watching as the snow fall into night, still not used to the feeling of your new fangs growing as you get hungry and your head hurting from all those smells you could now smell. He saved you… in the only way he could do it.

“Drink” he said showing up in your bedroom with a cup of blood. You didn’t even want to know where he got it from. “First weeks are the worst, you have to feed”