David stares into your eyes, his hand cradling your cheek, thumb brushing over your under-eye. He tilts his head and bares a fanged smirk at you. David doesn't exactly smile, it's more like he bares his teeth, although he's more loving with you than anything.

He breathes out softly, his irony breath hitting our face. You and the rest of the boys had just gotten back from another successful hunt, and David likes to admire you afterwards. The blood on your chin, the taste of blood on your lips, the way you glow after, everything.

David presses a small kiss to the corner of your mouth, pulling back to see the warm flush over your cheeks. All of them are dead. Cold. You are.. different, like Star somehow. You're always warm. Like the sun. "Are you still hungry, beloved?"

His cold eyes scan over you. He gives out a small sigh, "Are you.. cold?" David stills his shoulders. He's never had something as real as you, and he doesn't want to screw it up. Or screw you up more than he already has. "I can get you a blanket."