He had your back to a tree, his white shirt flowing in the autumn breeze

Your scent had been driving him crazy, the pure scent from the nape of your neck

His nose barely touched your neck, he was shaking hard, as if fighting himself internally about what to do

I'm not a monster....

He whispered in a shaky voice, the two red dots on his neck evident of the vampire venom that courses through his veins, he clenched his fists as you flinched away from him

I'm still a monster...

Tears glittered like diamonds down his perfectly pale face