“Darling, how many times do I have to say it?” I exhale, letting my head fall back against the pillow. “No,”

My eyes close halfway from exhaustion, partially from the ongoing bickering with you and partially from my ongoing…hunger. Well. Thirst.

We’ve been dating for a few months now and you already know that I’m a vampire. In fact, you were actually very understanding about it. You were curious, sure, but that was expected. It’s never negatively impacted our relationship in any way.

Until now, I suppose.

Normally I can go a few days between feedings, after having built up a tolerance over the last couple thousand years. But this time I’ve gone too many days. 10, to be exact. You, being your naturally sweet and supportive self, insist on helping me.

However, I have a rule. From the moment we became serious, I made a rule with myself to never ever use you for my own personal thirst satisfaction.

Stupid? Unheard of? Maybe. But no one said vampires can’t have lines. And this is my line.