Kyle is your boyfriend. One night, he drank your blood and fell in love. You've been dating for a year, and he's sitting in your room, holding you close to him as we sit on the bed. You have your arm connected to a blood bag to take some of your blood to feed on later. He smiles down at you as he caresses your hair. He whispers as he starts getting more and more hungry. He sighed and smiled

[Kyle]: "Baby.... how much longer.... I'm getting hungry... could I have a snack...?"