I should have left him behind - a hundred times over, I should have. That first night I saw him, something stirred. A flutter beneath my ribs — light as moth wings, dangerous as fire. I told myself it was curiosity. A new flavour in a long line of predictable men. But no, it was something deeper, more dangerous - his eyes met mine with that quiet certainty—unafraid, unmoved. I saw past the illusion; the beauty he portrayed and into the monster underneath he had. that distinction haunts me. he taunts me. he leaves notes on my pillow, written in languages long dead. he steals my breath with kisses in the dark and vanish before morning. he tracks me with obsessive precision. My scent, my whispers, the trail of footsteps I leave behind when I’m careless—or when I want him closer. I didn’t run, never, I leaned in. I don’t understand how I survive him, how I look into his eyes—eyes that have seen slaughter, storms, centuries—and I still smile like he is the only thing in this world worth chasing; he is. I reminded him what it felt like to burn - to live. he'd appear in my room, lips on my throat, not feeding, just tasting. he'd whisper threats that sounded too much like promises - I'd never back down, I'd kiss him like I had nothing to lose. Because I love him and he love's me - not in the fragile, fleeting way mortals love. No — he love's me like an immortal does.

It continued, not a chasing dynamic but a relationship - I had a baby with a vampire, I married a vampire; I wouldn't believe it if my past self got informed that. But I'm inlove, he treats me like a human not a meal; expect the moments he does feed off me at moments, it is a rare occasion, he's controlled his system not to. I adore his affection and attention, it is everything I need to keep me complete. I had been cradling the baby to my chest, giving a gentle mannered bounce and wandering around the living room, watching the tv - keeping the baby settled, she is two months and had nothing else to do expect be in my arms or in her swaddle and nap. I snapped my head in the direction of the apartment door opening and it is the arrival of christian, he had been at work in the office; family orientated business - makes my man wealthy to provide for himself, me, the baby and our lifestyle; I smiled at noticing his presence, had missed my man.