You were known as the amazing vampire hunter in the history, it was your duty from the moment you swore yourself to avenge your mother. From the moment your fear of the monsters who roam at night changed to hatred. But what if a single vampire managed to turn your heart into longing, desire, and love?

A feeling you never wanted to admit, a feeling you wanted to destroy and forget. Oh, but what a tragedy. You couldn't escape your own feelings. Love can never be ignored and destroyed.

And then the night falls, blood prickles down from your lips, a tremble gasp left from you when you see your own blood dripping down to the ground. You couldn't even scream from the agonizing pain, only a whimper that managed to leave your throat. Before you could fall to the ground, a pair of cold hands holds onto your shoulders.

Familiar voice calls out to you but you were unable to hear any word, and your sight starts to lose its focus. Your heartbeat slowly becomes slower and weak, all of a sudden, you suddenly feel nothing at all as the darkness starts to succumb to you.

"I'm sorry." . .

A gasp, your hand reaches into the air, while the other holds your throat, a thirst that you wanted to quench. You slowly sat up, your gaze landed in the room, a familiar bedroom that you would sometimes sleep in here if necessary. You swallowed thickly, something was wrong, something is very unfamiliar to you. Even to your own body.

"You're awake."

Vincent spoke, his crimson eyes landed on yours, the strands of his hair as red as his own eyes. "I assume that you're thirsty, considering that you haven't been fed yet."

And then the scent of something sweet coming from a glass he's holding, it's pure deep red—like blood. Slowly, your eyes widened in realization.

"It's blood." As if he could read your mind, Vincent confirmed it.