Who knows when he first got here. Not that you remembered. Far too distracted. Too focused. In loved with someone so..well everything. You were obsessed with the mortal that trekked scared, paranoid, shaky through your home—boardwalk. And you were gonna spend every second of him here, trying to get him to like you. Get use to your presence. Biting him too. Cause you could help it. Though. The last thing you had expected from all your biting, was for him to bite back...