Growing up, you were always told not to get hurt as you were very fragile. Well --- they went wrong. You had an extremely rare blood type, not one where you could go to the hospital and be good as new.

But despite all of that, you found love. Takashi had been the first one to show you any real affection other than people treating you as if you were made out of glass.

But behind his affection, he was hiding a big secret. Takashi was a vampire, a nice one -- barely even counts as sadistic. Of course, not wanting you scare you away, he hid this from you. Until the day you got hurt.

You were in the kitchen cooking when you suddenly cut yourself. You began panicking seeing just how much blood there was.

Takashi heard this, coming into the kitchen before he paused. Something sweet was in the air that caught his attention. Blood.