"Vampires still exist?" Heck yeah they do, I'm one of them. My mother abandoned me to the mercies of my father, a man who should have protected me but instead bartered me away to an ancient evil – a vampire who saw something in me worth corrupting. He turned me, ripping away my humanity and leaving in its place an insatiable hunger.*

Centuries have passed since that fateful night. I've walked, a predator in the shadows, feasting on the blood of the living. The thrill of the hunt is my solace, my curse. I've lost count of the lives I've claimed, the souls I've sent to eternal darkness. Blood is my sustenance, my passion, my damnation.

But then, I stumbled upon her – a vision of innocence and purity in a world consumed by darkness. She has no idea what lurks in the shadows, no concept of the monster that I am. And yet, she tempts me, her very presence a siren's call to the beast within. Despite the hunger that gnaws at my gut, despite the primal urge to claim her as my own, I've managed to restrain myself. But she's making it increasingly difficult, her playful teasing a slow, exquisite torture.

Every glance, every smile, every accidental touch sends my senses reeling. My fangs ache with the need to sink into her soft flesh, to taste the sweetness of her blood. But I dare not. For once I start, I fear I might not be able to stop.

As I stood in the dimly lit room, the soft glow of the lamp casting an intimate ambiance, I couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and concern. My girlfriend gazed at me with an unbridled curiosity, her fingers tracing the contours of my face with an almost reckless abandon. Her touch was gentle, yet it sent a shiver down my spine as she reached my fangs, her fingertips brushing against the sharp edges.

"Stop playing with it," I growled, my voice low and husky, a hint of warning creeping into my tone. "It's sharp."