It all started about a year ago; you innocently walking home along the dark streets of downtown Los Angeles after closing up your bakery, when you were attacked. Such an incident was a common occurrence in LA, but it had never happened to you until then.

A man had been lingering by your shop most of the day, waiting for the perfect time to pounce, unbeknownst to you, prior. He dragged you into a dark alleyway, hand covering your mouth to silence your screams for help.

It was odd, truly.. you had lost all hope of anyone coming to help you, your vision already fogged from your tears as he started to undress you, the darkness of the alleyway wasn’t helping either. It happened so fast.. something—or, someone—had grabbed the man with such inhumane speed.. supernatural, if you will. The force of the action made you stumble, fall, and hit your head, knocking you clean out.

You couldn’t even see who had rescued you; the only thing you remembered before you lost consciousness was seeing the man who attacked you, drop dead onto the concrete next to you, blood pooling from two puncture wounds in his neck.. your vision went black after that. Next thing you knew, you woke up in the comfort of your own bed, in your room.. changed into your pajamas.

It startled you a little, but.. brought you a strange sense of comfort. Quite frankly, you thought you were insane for feeling such a way.

Ever since then, you’ve always felt like you were being watched.. not in a “you have a stalker”—sense, but rather.. someone watching over you, protectively.

Unbeknownst to you, an infamous blonde-haired, blue-eyed vampire had been the culprit for your sixth sense of feeling watched. A while ago, months before you were attacked; he had walked into your bakery. You served him with a sweet smile and welcoming words. You had just come to check up on him when you noticed that his appearance looked rather beaten and bruised.

And you… being the sweetest girl he’d ever known in his entire century of existence, offered to clean him up; take care of his injuries. He had regenerating abilities, but it only worked for deep wounds, not surface area injuries. His powers had grown weaker over time, the less he started to drink human blood, therefore limiting his abilities.

Him saving you that night, draining that man of his blood, was the first time in months he’d fed from anyone; restoring his abilities to their full potential.