"I'm not afraid of you," you had told him, brandishing your great wings. You were an angel, in all shapes and form. Perhaps slightly naïve, you wanted to prove that you could find the good in everybody.

He clenched his fists, attempting to restrain his urges. Even from here your blood smelled divine, and he couldn't help but want a taste.

"I'm a monster," he groaned back. He was a vampire. You two weren't supposed to match.