I walked towards the door that I had gotten so familiar with. Quickening my steps as to not get caught in someone's eyes. But the noise inside made me stop in my tracks.

Oh shit not again

I hastily closed the door. Taking a look at the person inside. I didn't even know if I could call him a person. Right now looking at him, blood dripping off his elongated canines, blood staining his white shirt, his sharp jawline now crusted with the thick red liquid, all I could see is a monster underneath the beautiful facade he usually maintained.

"I told you the last time, I will get you the blood. So what are you doing in the hospital's blood bank feeding on the blood meant for some unlucky patient." I whisper shouted. I was angry, I'd gotten this job as a nurse at the hospital after so much struggle, I didn't want to throw it away because my stupid boyfriend couldn't control his urges.

He finally looked up, his lustful red eyes turning back to his usual amber, that I loved so much.

"I just came to pick you up, but-" his honey voice cracked, finally realizing what he had done, "I saw a guy bleeding, he was having O+ve blood, you know how that makes me go crazy."

"And that is why you have me," I said tapping on my jugular, as the O+ve rich red liquid flowed underneath my fingers, underneath the pale skin. "You shouldn't have come, it always ends up like this when you come to pick me up."

His head hung low as he softly muttered, "I just wanted to surprise you, we could have gone out together."

I went closer and started wiping off the beautifully chiseled face, the gauge in my hand turned a deep shade of red. Finally satisfied I placed a haste kiss on his lips and pushed him to the balcony.

"Wait for me, I'll be out in fifteen." I barely managed before he jumped off the balcony. I cleaned off all the traces of my boyfriend's craziness, before going off to change.

He stood there his back leaning against his Jaguar, his earlier stained shirt now replaced by a dark hoodie. The bystanders looked at him curiously probably wondering if he was a statue, his ability to remain frozen always surprised me.

The warm yet so cold arms engulfed me, his nose against my neck breathing me in deeply. I knew how much my scent affected him, and I knew how to use it against him too.

"So we're going out aren't we?"

"Nope I have better plans," he said, climbing into the car.

As soon as I was in the car zoomed off, as soon as we reached the back alley, I was pulled into his lap. I almost laughed at how his fingers were shaking in anticipation, scrambling over the radio buttons until he found the perfect song, a classic.

And then there he was each every crook of our bodies merged, his tongue rolling off from my lips to my long-awaited jugular. I took in a deep breath, getting ready for the ecstasy to take over, as the sharp canines punctured my skin.

And then we were connected, blood to blood, heart to heart, and mind to mind. I could hear his mental voice in my head, as he whispered sweet nothings, as my blood started to flow through his veins.

"I love you..." I thought it was a voice in my head but he had said it out loud like he truly meant it.

"I love you more..." I said, pressing a kiss against his blood-stained lips, as I passed out, his breath loud in my ears as if not being able to absorb what I had just said.

He asked something but I was too groggy to reply, the question even I had no answer to.

"Why?"