She hated him,
She hated him for the curse he bore.
She cried for she could not help him.
She fancied the short time they spent; shopping, clubbing, painting and partying.
She swore to take him for who he was, a beast of fangs, claws and blood-shot eyes.
She felt insecure, but with him more secure.
She loved him, but was afraid of what he’d do.
She wanted to go, but he compelled her back.
She ignored words from friends and foes alike,
That he was a beast of fangs and bloodshot eyes.
She set her mission, to make him whole.
“Yes, please?” She uttered wearily
She was dying in his bed.
“Are you ever going to forgive me?” He asked in her last breath.
“Wha…what more could i want. Than immortality!” Her eyes sunken inside the sockets.
He watched her pale skin, wrinkled neck and dark veins. He pulled her head close.
He opened his mouth and fangs emerged.
He plunged them deep in her vein, injecting venom enough not to kill her.
He stood and watched as she became alive, he felt her heartbeat, like a sledgehammer.
Her eyes, red just like his’
He vanished in the first morning light…