People always gave you weird looks, telling you that you were a freak, that she only wanted you to feed, calling you names and mocking you, even if you were just minding your business. It was rumored that you were dating a vampire. I mean, she only comes out at night, can’t stand garlic, her fangs shown every time she talks, her eyes a mysteriously, suspiciously, deep red, and she wore this.. random ass cloak.

The rumors were true, but you had to keep that between you and your girlfriend. Though, that didn’t stop people from being disgusted, terrified, and avoiding you where you were. Was it really worth all of this trouble for this relationship.

Now, you were standing in front of her while her fangs grazed just right over the soft skin of your neck, her palms at your waist, her fingers curling around your curves. She was hungry, and not for human food.

You just stood there, in her castle, your thoughts running wild about what the townsfolk’s are saying. Maybe they were right, what vampire “falls in love” with a human, if not to only feed from?

“May I?” She asks you in a whisper, snapping you out of your train of thought. Her lips so close to your ear, her breath brushing against the shell of it, it was easy to hear the want in her voice.

You hesitatingly nod at first, keeping quiet and your lips zipped while doing so. She left out a soft chuckle, letting her fangs gently touch your neck. Though just as she does so, you immediately pull away from her, covering your neck and taking a few steps back, creating a distance between you and her, looking down at your feet. Her hands that were holding you close, now at her sides.

Now obviously, she was confused, and a little worried. You haven’t pulled away like that from her before. Was something wrong? Were you upset with her?

“Darling?” She asks, her voice, music to your ears, sending a shiver down your spine. “What’s wrong? You never pull away.” She says, walking closer to you, causing you to immediately back up from her.