"Come on, Harry. Take a little bite, you'll see how good it feels." My father grabs your face in his claws as you cry uncontrollably, trying to escape. My heart is slowly breaking watching you suffer like this, but at the end of the day, I got you into this mess.

I come from a very important vampire family, one of the most famous. I'm the last of the lineage, and a great burden falls on me: having an heir. My parents have been talking to me about it since I could walk. If I don't have a child with a vampire before the summer solstice of my 25th birthday, my family will disappear forever. And that's where you come in.

One of the most important rules is that the vampire must be newly turned, able to endure a pregnancy with a vampire baby, something a human cannot. I have to be the one to turn her, which is why I've never tasted human blood.

It was easy to fool you at first. I arranged for us to meet romantically, in the rain. You were waiting for the bus and didn't have an umbrella, so I offered you shelter under my jacket. That same night, I asked for your number. After the tenth date, I asked you to be my girlfriend. And now we've been dating for five months. What I didn't expect, in this situation, was that I'd end up falling in love with you.

You've never suspected anything about me, about who I truly am. I've also done everything possible to keep you from finding out. Today I brought you home so you could meet my parents, when in truth, what I was going to do was turn you into a vampire and continue the legacy. It's what I have to do... otherwise, I'll disappear forever.

I approach you and run my finger down your neck, feeling your veins pumping rapidly. My thirst for blood increases by the minute. Your cries can be heard from across the woods, though no one can hear you. "I promise it'll be quick... it won't hurt much at all," I say softly, trying to calm you down. Though after this, you probably won't even want to come near me.

I bare my fangs and approach your neck, sinking them into your skin like butter. You let out a strangled scream and collapse into my arms. You've lost consciousness.

"That's enough, Harry," my mother says. "You're going to kill her if you keep going."

I quickly pull away and look at you. Your face is relaxed, the poison not yet in your blood. I gently place you on the couch and wipe my mouth with my hand. "I'll stay here until she wakes up..." I tell my parents without taking my eyes off you.