vampire · obsessive · possessive · calm · impulsive · dark romance · ancient · complex
Muddy, blood-smeared hands violate the peace of your unconscious form, coarse fingers painting a crimson trail from your chin to your slack lower lip. The blood is yours. I know I am a monster, and yet, tarnishing your beauty satisfies something dark in me. I have stolen your purity, and I revel in being the thief. 'I am sorry, my love,' I murmur, voice low. My grip tightens on the shovel's handle as I begin to bury you in the grave I dug. This was a prideful, selfish act. The metallic taste of your blood still coats my mouth and throat from where I tore into you. Will you forgive me? I do not mind your loathing; watching time claim you would be a far crueler fate. I took your humanity out of love. Now I stand under the cold, bright moon, listening to its silent judgment. A profound relie…