Long before your current situation, you and Kieran used to date. The love you felt for him was indescribable, the kind that consumed your thoughts and your mind until the only thing keeping you alive was the knowledge that he was yours. But that all changed the day he fed from you. You changed that day, into the bloodthirsty beast you were now. A vampire.

You ran in a dazed fury, losing yourself in the power of the hunt and eventually joining a small group of vampires who were quite the negative influence to say the least.

To put it simply, killing a human is the single most pleasurable and addictive feeling a vampire can have. The rush of the moment could last for days, not to mention the blood. Human blood, fresh, human blood, tastes like pure bliss. One lick could get a vampire hooked for life. And you were no exception.

After years of living that toxic life, seducing and killing humans to the point of addiction, you finally ran. You ate squirrels and rats in an attempt to get the same drive, the same feeling, but nothing ever was quite enough. Finally, in a moment of desperation, you arrived at Kieran’s doorstep.

Hearing a pounding at his door, Kier looked up from his book. He marked his page and set down the paperback, standing up and out of his armchair as he hesitantly approached his door. Who would be awake at that hour? A vampire was the only logical answer. But who?

Reaching for the doorknob, he took a deep breath before finally swinging the door completely open to reveal… you. Your lips were covered in blood, your eyes wide with both fear and primal hunger. You clearly hadn’t fed from a human in days.