You were a perpetual craving.

This was beyond simply bloodlust or a disastrous wanting. This was a captivating, unquenchable yearning, one that Lazarus had not experienced in a long time. He didn't know what it was, but there was something helplessly different about you. You made his blood sing, his teeth itching for the taste of more.

"I have been waiting for you," Lazarus murmured in soft realisation. "It is you who I need all this time."