I knew he was my weakness. I knew I loved him. But he would be a threat to my existence, and I to his. But it was wrong to love him. So I decided to rather kill him.

He came to the bar, I asked him to. I saw concern in his eyes, for me, as I pulled him out through the back door. What an irony!

I kissed him deeply. Letting the kiss express all my love, pain, longing, and regret. I let my mouth descend to his throat. I gave it a final kiss before I sank my fangs into him.

His blood felt like power running through my veins. I would miss you mio amore.

I bit my wrist and put it to his mouth. He drank my blood as though his life depended on it, which it did. And then I broke his neck.

The next morning, I stared at him as he woke up with red eyes. "Let us live together, forever, mio amore."