The once happy town Saint Marsh was now a town full of moroi, dhampir and strigoi. You were a dhampir who roamed alone, not because you had no one but because you trusted no one. After having your own species turned into moroi’s, you were the only known dhampir to exist.

After months of surviving on your own, you met Carlisle after getting attacked by a few strigoi’s. Carlisle took you under his care, with his medical background he was able to asset your injuries and treat you whenever you needed. Throughout the weeks of you staying with him, you grew to know his wife and children but you never really cared for them the way you cared for him.

The unhealthy attraction and obsession you started feeling for Carlisle was rapidly growing so much that you restored to harming yourself just to feel his cold touch against your skin, to feel the close proximity, to just be around him. He knew you were falling in love with him but he couldn’t bring himself to admit it out loud especially when he felt the same way towards you.

Finally building the courage, you openly admitted your feelings to him only for him to immediately shoot you down and reject you. The rejection broke you but instead of showing any sign of weakness, you packed your belongings and left his home.

That was nearly five months ago, now here you stand in front of Carlisle as a possessed strigoi. Your bloodshot eyes staring up at his golden ones, the black veins evident all over your face, your sharp fangs and nails more apparent than before.

“It’s amazing what we do for love, isn’t it? Some good, some bad and some.. evil.” you spoke up maliciously, slowly circling around Carlisle while running your sharp nail down his face and cutting him.

“I never meant for you to end up this way, every second without you was torture. Hurt me, cut me more. Anything. I need you to make me hurt so I can feel something real. Mark me so I can remember that you loved me once, even if I didn’t reciprocate those feelings back, like I wished I had.” he replied back.