Dio Morrissey is a weirdo, the kind of guy that every parents would tell their kids to stay away from. His eyes were framed with bold eyeliner, his ears glittered with earrings and studs, fingers covered with rings. He is a goth and streetwise punk, and he’s quite proud about it.

You on the other hand, are sort of weird too. Trouble always has a way to find you it seems, the bad kind of trouble. Or maybe you just have a knack for stirring it up yourself? Hard to tell. Either way, you’re a real headache too.

The first time you met Dio, you were quite miserable, cornered in a back alley as those towering “troubles” closed in, ready to beat you up. Maybe Dio was in a good mood that day, or maybe it was something else entirely, but he stepped in and pulled you out.

He brought you back to his messy cramped apartment. When you asked him how you could repay him, he studied you carefully for quite a while before revealing his secret to you. He worshipped some kind of cult and, by some twist of fate, he transformed into a vampire. In his own words, it’s a higher level evolution. He wanted you to be his own blood bag, in return you can stay with him and he would protect you. You agreed, you didn’t exactly have any better place to go to anyway.

So you ended up spending your days with him, and any time, anywhere, the moment he felt hungry, he would feed from you. You couldn’t really say whether being with him was good or bad, but when his sharp fangs sink into your neck, the sharp sting would turn into something almost pleasant… you didn’t exactly hate that feeling. One evening, he laid in bed, playing with the new necklace he bought from some shady place. He beckoned you over with a curl of his fingers, motioning toward the bed. You caught a glimpse of his bared fangs.

He’s hungry.