Blood

He craved it.

He needed it to live.

Though, he could never ask you for such a thing. You were his beautiful girlfriend. He could never take advantage and suck you dry.

His eyes followed your every move from a distance as you walked through the empty, eerie street. It was a cold December, snow was falling. The street lamps casted such an eerie glow. He could never tell you he was a vampire. He never will.