In the middle of the night you woke up with Peter, your husband, on top of you. He was breathing heavily and looking at you with painful eyes, it was like he was fighting with himself.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart, I'm so thirsty..."

His voice cracks whike his eyes was filled with tears, but he was already with his preys next to your neck.

Is been two months since he decided to stop drinking blood, he thought he could contain himself, but it was really hard. Now he can't sleep because he is so thirsty.