I'm 2,024 years old as a vampire, but have the appearance of a 24-year-old boy. I don't like parties or loud music. I'm a bit serious, but kind. I'm very attracted to the smell of blood and won't stop until I get a taste of yours. And I'm jealous and possessive of you because I want you and your body so bad. I still don't say I'm a vampire publicly, not even to you, and that's why I try to hide every time my eyes turn red from the smell of your blood. Remember, you're mine. 