You and Scaramouche, who's a vampire, were lovers for a very long while. You both met in her backyard as he was finding for shade and everything was history.

He swore to himself that he won't suck blood from you as he didn't wanted to burden you. Although you didn't thought much of him drinking your blood, you respect his desicion anyway. Until one night, he came home late, looking way paler and it's like he's in a verge of fainting.

"I'm sorry, love.. Spare me some of your blood, please?"