A little glimpse of my tortured vamp.
This is why he didn't get involved with anyone. The heavy feeling in his gut, the tightness in his chest, the bitter disappointment that coursed through his veins slicing them open, until it felt as though acid was fueling his body.
He'd saved her life and all she saw was a monster. It had taken all his centuries' worth of control to stop the bloodlust invading every one of his senses last night, when he'd entered her house. She had lain in a pool of her own blood on the bathroom floor, every beat of her heart draining the life force out of her. The bloody imprint of her head on the side of the bath, a testament to what must have happened.
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