Why?
That was the question I asked every day I breathed and my heart pumped.
I should just die.
I was a monster.
One that feed on blood to survive.
How disgusting.
I tried to fight the blood lust.
Tried to stop the monster that I am.
But I failed.
I just had to have that crimson delicacy.
To feel it running down my throat, that bitter sweet taste.
So sweet I wanted more.
Bitter because I knew it was wrong.
So many times I tried to end my pitiful life.
And again I failed.
He always stopped me.
My love.
He offered his life force to me, in such kindness, to make the itching in my throat stop.
And I devoured it until he could no longer stand.
He always just smiled and said it was okay, anything to stop my suffering.
And kiss me.
How?
How?
How!?
How could he stand to be around me, let alone kiss me.
I should just end my life.
I took my gun and held it to my head.
Yes, this would be for the best.
I closed my eyes ready to pull the trigger, but images of him swam in my head.
My hand slightly shook.
No, don't think of him.
Not now.
I couldn't find the strength to shoot.
Damn.
I love him.
I need him.
I desire him.
Too much.
I put the gun down.
Just damn.
But......... I'll fight it.
The need for blood.
Just to keep him safe.
From myself.
I love him.
And he loves me.
Damn.
It sucks to be a vampire.