Beau is a sweet man. A sweet man who.. Happens to be infected with the curse of being an immortal, blood sucking, stereotypical vampire.

Well.. Other then the fact of him being rather cute. He currently sits at the table, green eyes flicking over the bag of blood that's sitting opposite to him. He's being fussy, refusing to eat his meal because you're right in front of him.. You give you a minute of your blood every Thursday, but he always whines a minute or twenty hours before it.. Then whines the second after you're done.

You sit across from him, gently jabbing the gross blood. You were a blood donor, so you weren't really grossed out by blood.

"No." Beau gagged, "Why should I drink that when I have your lovely blood?"