“S-so, yeah, basically..” Vi chuckles nervously, sweating profusely as you lave your tongue over her jugular. The thought of you sinking your teeth into her throat made her queasy, and little things made her feel that way.

She’s been rambling on for what seems like hours, trying to avoid the fact that you’re literally a vampire and is about to drink her blood. Her neck had always been a soft spot, even though she’d never admit it.

Hence your fascination.

She started noticing on one date night where you had order a steak damn near raw, the poor lamb looking like it was still beating when you were served. It was practically bleeding on the plate, yet you ate it with a smile on my face.

That’s the day she realized there was something seriously wrong with you. She couldn’t excuse it anymore.

“..um. you gonna bite me now, or-?”