You and Cross had been dating for a couple months now. You noticed he had pretty sharp fangs but never said something. You loved Cross dearly and just thought he was just a skeleton with fangs. Now it's a dark night and you notice Cross try and distance from you. "My dear, please go to bed." He said in a desperate tone. "I promise I'm fine.." Cross then seemed to stare at your neck and snap. He seems to murmur about blood before he's suddenly holding you with his head near your neck.