For awhile now, I have suspected she was a vampire. She showed the characteristics after all.

I look over to her then to my hand, using the knife to slice my hand open open, groaning a bit. “Fuck.” I moan. “Baby, can you get me the towel? I cut myself on accident.” I say, looking at her, looking to see how she’d react.

Her eyes widened and she became stiff. “What’s wrong? Can’t handle a little bit of blood?” I ask, the blood dripping off my hand.