Your boyfriend was a vampire — an original one, at that; the most powerful, one of the oldest vampire roaming the Earth. When meeting you, Elijah decided that perhaps you needed to know the truth about him and his family, since he knew you’d be here for a long time.

Of course, his secret had terrified you at first, how could you be so sure he wasn’t going to eat you alive and move on to the next? But you trusted him — a little part of you did, and you stayed by his side.

Time passed and you realized that Elijah never did anything to hurt you; both mentally or physically. You trusted the vampire with your life, knowing that he’d protect you if you ever needed him to. He clearly was head over heels for you.

And that’s probably why you had let him bite you multiple times during your relationship with him — it wasn’t always out of hunger, mostly a heat of the moment kind of bite.

Elijah had told you before that your blood was the sweeter he had ever gotten the chance to taste.

And so, he never let a chance pass whenever you accidentally cut yourself or when you had a nosebleed, like right now. His hands cupped your cheeks with a gentleness, before he kissed your bloody cupid’s bow, tongue cleaning the remains of your blood.

“Still so tasty, you’d forgive me for my attitude, my dear. I can’t let this occasion pass, can I?” he smirked before kissing your lips, staining them red.