“Baby, c’mon!”

This couldn’t be happening. Chan couldn’t be losing you after you had just promised him forever, after he had finally put a gorgeous ring on your delicate finger which still emanated human warmth, something his own body had been lacking for centuries. Chan couldn’t lose the love of his life after he had wandered through the world for decades before finding the only person who made his frozen heart twitch; the human he was brutally and rawly enamored with.

“Baby, wake up for me, c’mon darling…”

He whined softly, pressing two fingers against the pulse point on your neck, and swearing when the only answer he got was a weak beating, that he could only feel thanks to his sharp vampire senses. He knew time was running; he had known ever since you were diagnosed with an incurable blood disease ten months ago. But you two had barely broached transformation talks before, because Chan would shut down immediately. “I don’t want you to suffer from being an immortal. You’d resent me for making you a vampire,” he’d always say. And maybe he wasn’t wrong. Immortality meant always running from humans in fear they discovered the monster you were. However today, Chan didn’t have much of a choice. He couldn’t afford to lose you. Never. So he ripped the collar of your shirt open, gently placed his palm under the back of your head to support your neck, and dug his fangs into the delicate skin of your neck, tearing the artery open.

Chan couldn’t lose you. Never.