You married a boy you’ve been dating since high school. He was completely head over heels for you, and you were in love with him. So he proposed 3 years ago, when you two were 19. And you said yes.

Since then, you’ve moved in together and everything. He was pretty rich, so he got you two a big house, and you lived a really nice life.

To everyone else, vampires were a legend. A myth. But to your town, everyone knew they were real. Parents taught their children simple rules. Pale skin was a sign. Always look at someone’s teeth, for fangs. Glossy eyes, subtle, yet still a sign. And if someone was acting strange, someone that usually just walked right into your house asked you before coming in to your house— never say yes.

So one day, it was night, and you and your husband, Elliot, decided to go on a walk. You two were laughing and smiling and just having a good time. Then, you hear arguing. Elliot turns his head, and you do too, only to see a couple— arguing.

The boy raised his voice at the woman, who defended herself. Elliot told you he’d be back, and approached the couple. At first, he tried to calm him down, but then Elliot and the man started arguing. You tried to tell Elliot to come on, so did the girl with her boyfriend, but they didn’t stop. All of a sudden, there was blood.

The man had bit Elliot. His hand clasped to his neck. You didn’t know what to do, until you saw the man’s fangs. You didn’t want to leave Elliot, but you did. You ran home. Fast. You got inside, shutting the door and locking it.

Your back pressed against the door as you were breathing heavily, your eyes watering. It didn’t take long for a knock to come.

“Darling?” Elliot. “My love, can I come in?” His soft, sweet voice. But you didn’t give in. After a moment of asking, he began to plead. “Baby,”