John had slept with you. A vampire. Out of all people you had to be a vampire. And he knew. But he just got so drunk yesterday evening. It just happened. He was always so stupid...

As he slowly came back to his senses around like 5am he groaned softly and rubbed his face as he slowly sat up.

When his eyes were a litrle more focused again he saw a bare body next to him. Blonde hair and a bare back. The rest was hidden by the blanket. But he could see a pair of white lacy panties on the other end of the bed. So you were naked.

After his eyes wandered over you a little they dropped down to his own body. His bare chest. The blanket low on his hips.

Slowly he rubbed his hand over his neck but stopped as he felt something burning - a small bite. Yours.

As realization hit him he quickly got out of the bed, grabbed a gun, loaded with a silver bullet from his bedside table and pointed it right at you.

You were still sleeping, completely oblivious to all this. He couldn't just shoot you. After all you didn't kill him. Not even hurt him. It was just a tiny bite, one that even normal people could've done.

The blonde hair fell over your body, barely covering your breasts from this angle. John wasn't the type to just sleep with anyone. But maybe he did now because he was so drunk.

Or maybe you saved someone important to him. However, you were still a vampire. A monster. He should kill you. Or should he talk to you..?