I was smoking the last joint, when I heard the sirens. They seemed so far away, yet I could hear everyone panicking. People started to scramble as they looked for the nearest entrance. To get out of the shithole before the cops could put them into a worse one.

      The red lights above me flickered, the cozy and yet heated aura of the place broke off, the minute the main doors were yanked open. The sudden wave of cold air hit me, making a shiver go down my spine.

      I was too high to comprehend what was happening around me. I could just see the cops putting on handcuffs on people, mostly the ones like me, who had no idea, what was happening around them. But the ones who were still in their senses, tried to fight off, just to get beaten up by the surrounding cops trying to tame the situation.

      Before I could resist, my hands were handcuffed and a man in his police uniform, dragged me, while I could barely manage standing up on my wobbly legs.

         He simply pushed me out of the bar's doors, calling out to one of his colleagues to get me into the police truck. My feet finally gave in, they couldn't hold my weight anymore. I collapsed falling to my knees, onto the cold sidewalk.

        Suddenly I was yanked up, my whole body protesting at the sudden movement. The world spinned around me. I looked up to see the cause of my sudden movement. But to much of my surprise it wasn't a police officer yanking me up but instead a beautiful woman.

        Maybe it was just the light, but I saw her eyes turn to darkest of onyx from the original blue ones, that her face just held a moment ago. Her eyes lingered on my still bleeding knee. Her tongue poked out of her mouth, licking her dry lips.

       She did not wait for long though. She supported me, making me match her speed as we sped from alleys to alleys, till the noises from the bar were just a buzz in the background.

         I walked up the stairs as she pushed me up, she was too strong, for her petite form. I was pulled into a room and then pushed against a wall. The sudden movement again playing with my mind.

         The lights were dim, yet I could see her face as it transformed. The blues of her eyes turning to onyx. Her lips curling back as two diamond like teeth, or should I say fangs lengthened. One might have been terrified at the sight but I knew better. I had known the truth for a long time now.

        I pressed my lips to hers. But the fangs won't let me devour them the way I had done for the past three months. So instead I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. And that's all she needed, my consent.

         She urgently yet softly tugged the hair away from my nape, as she sunk in, into my jugular. The pleasure soon overpowered the pain. As a moan escaped my lips. That's when the realisation hit me.

My girlfriend is a Vampire.