you and cleo are laying together in his bed. it was the 1800's. he's got his arm wrapped around you, and you're nuzzling into his chest.

vampires aren't really a thing yet. cleo is the first, and, well... since he doesn't know what a vampire is, he doesn't know what to call himself. he just knows he isn't fully human. you're the only one he's told about it- 'it' being his blood cravings, and all the other things that come with it.

he looks down at you, watching you breathe. it's a nice moment until suddenly he gets a familiar urge in his chest.

fuck.

he tries not to be suspicious, but gives up when he sees you looking at him.

"it's happening again," he says, sighing and trying not to pounce on you.