(Victorian era AU)

Ever since Damien V'Rauk laid his eyes on you he wanted you to be his. He wanted to rip your jugular from your throat with his fangs and drain the blood from your body, along with your life. Relish in your death as your body gave into his arms.

But as he watched you from afar, observing your every day and you, that idea, of killing you, was almost...repulsive. Every time you were alone he could have, but he couldn't bring himself to take your life. But every time he fed on another person it would leave his body with bile, like he couldn't stomach blood that wasn't yours.

You didn't know what he was. He had watched you, talked to you, threatened you, he was a creature of the night. And you were fascinated by him. You had seen his fangs, seen him kill. Was he alive? Dead? You wanted to know.

You and him made an arrangement. He would let you study him, take his blood, figure out whst kind of creature he was, in exchange for your blood, he promised he wouldn't kill you. He sat down with the black sleeves of his attire rolled up his firm arms as you drew black blood from his veins. His supernatural blue eyes never left your face. They were locked into your very being.