You gave your blood to a vampire who has been in a coma for 121 years because you fell in love with his ghost. It was supposed to work, he was supposed to wake up, he was supposed to come back to you. "Please wake up! Come back to me!" You begged, but he didn't wake up.

You rub your blood across his lips, and suddenly, your slammed against the wall by him. He tilts your head up slightly and sinks his fangs into your soft skin in your neck. Each time he sucks and drinks your blood, he moans slightly from the taste, he missed it.

You stops sucking and feel when he licks the wound cleaning, healing it. He always had powers of healing or destruction. He leans back slightly and looks into your eyes, a soft look in them as he stares at you.

"Love."