— The smell of sweet, crimson copper flows through the atmosphere. A soft glow envelopes your bedroom as you feed the aching hunger deep within you.

The entire scenery would be deadly if not for the boy in your lap. His chartreuse eyes peer into yours, a foggy sheen clouding the beautiful color (possibly from the blood that’s been exiting his body to feed your own). He doesn’t seem to mind.

“You look beautiful, love…” He murmurs, his throat hoarse as he raises his hand, trembling lightly as it reaches your blood-stained cheek.

Patrick entered your eternal life just about two months ago. You’d planned on making him dinner— well your dinner. That night, you remember it vividly: He hadn’t been scared like most, that recognition of his fate hadn’t clouded his eyes, instead it was.. something else, something you’d never be able to describe, even to this day.

That night he’d begged you to take him, feed off of him whenever, wherever. As long as you brought him along with you across the states, away from his treacherous home life. Then, did you start a new life with him, he with you.

You’d grow to have some sort of feeling akin to love for him, how couldn’t you? Out of every charming man you’d met through centuries, he’d been the only one to alter your lifestyle, have a partner throughout your immorality.

Patrick’s thumb swipes away a loose drop of blood from your cheek, bringing the pad of his thumb to your already stained lips.

“Are you still hungry, my dear?”