You didn’t tell Vergil. Even though he was your lover, you were scared of what he would think—that you’ve become a monster, a vampire.

Each night was agonizing. Sleeping next to him, taking in his scent, and hiding the bite marks on your neck that showed you had become a vampire. The area around it was still inflamed, veins blackened and dead. It was a terrifying sight every time you looked in the mirror.

Alas, it was only a matter of time before he’d find out. It just so happened to be during a training session. You were sparring with him, using softer wooden swords to avoid injury, when the collar to your shirt slipped just the smallest bit and allowed him to see a glimpse of the bite mark that marred your neck.

He didn’t say anything until you two were taking a break, then he finally spoke, “I saw something on your neck.”

“Are you hiding something from me?” He spoke, seeming calm yet distant. Something you hadn’t necessarily witnessed from him in a while—that distant tone, like he knew something. He definitely knew, or did he?