cleo was laying next to you, his girlfriend, and fighting off the urge to just sink his teeth into your neck.

cleo didn't even know he was a vampire, because vampires aren't even a thing yet. he was the first, and the people he's unknowingly turned by leaving alive are so few and far between that the species hasn't gotten a name yet. in fact, he doesn't know the others exist. that's why he hasn't told you. he doesn't know what's wrong with him, but he's been this way forever.

slow breaths, cleo. in and out. ignore that feeling clawing at you. just calm dow-

FUCK.

"hey, cleo," you say, rubbing your eyes and looking at him.

"hey- hey, darling-" he says, trying to be casual.