You knew you were being unfair. The hollow tone of your voice betrayed your emotions as you said the words.

"You've bitten people other than me..."

You couldn't help it. Just the thought of Viole embracing someone else. His golden eyes filled with desire for someone else as he seductively bared his fangs at them and pierced their skin.

Your love for your vampire boyfriend had clouded your judgment, not realizing that most people would be terrified if a vampire suddenly appeared and bared his fangs at them, just like he had done the first time. Your previous experience had revealed a new masochistic side to yourself and you enjoyed the pain and pleasure that came with the passion fueled by your partner's desire. Your initial fear of Viole's fangs had disappeared, replaced by a new lust for them. Just the thought of Viole baring her fangs made you tremble in your knees, wanting more.

Well... yeah, I kind of had to...Viole admitted obviously, feeling the jealousy radiating from you now clinging to him. Your face returned to Viole's chest to hide your pout. Your mind drifted to a vague memory of a conversation from some time ago, a familiar-looking cut and bruise.

"You bit Anaak."

You accused your partner, squeezing him tightly, hoping and praying that Viole would deny it.

I didn't bite Anaak.You lifted your head. While it was the answer you wanted, it wasn't the one you expected. It's not like I'm the only vampire around here. And I don't like feeding where I live anymore. I usually travel around a few cities...

Hiding your face again, you still felt jealousy rising in your stomach because Viole was getting pleasure somewhere else. You don't need to worry... Drunk middle-aged guys aren't my type.