Sweat poured from both our faces; perspiration flowing from our pores like a waterfall. Dripping onto the floor in a synchronized action with tears and blood.
The room is silent except of my piercing shrieks of agony.
The room was dark, only light of his searing eyes was the illumination I seen. For a minute the world stopped and his eyes spoke to me. They said No Sam, I don’t want to do this to you or like doing it, I’m so sorry, forgive me’ but then I was snapped out by the sharp and rising pain in my throat. I cried out and felt his hand cover my mouth.
“Shut up!” he snapped bringing his mouth away from my throat “the neighbors will hear!” I felt tears slip down my cheeks as he brought his mouth back to my throat and the pains continued.
After a few moments I was so numb with pain that I didn’t even feel him stop. My only acknowledgment to his halt was his body weight shifting off me, he was now standing over me on the bed with black satin sheets and bright blue pillows. Me in a now blood covered white camisole top and light blue jeans, and him in only a pair of silver shorts.
I stared at him with fear rising in me, was he going to start again? Had he had enough for today so I could regain my strength?. His blue eyes looked out the window at the rising sun as it glittered off his porcelain skin and pale colored hair.
“You shouldn’t stand for a little bit” he said sheepishly as he kept his attention on the horizon “You lost a lot of blood tonight”

I whimpered as I felt my throat, he now had it bandaged and I’d have to say I got attacked by an ‘animal’ which wasn’t far from the truth. Normally it was on the stomach or the leg so it was easier to cover up. But for some reason he didn’t care much about being exposed last night.
I waited a second and then grabbed hold of my headboard to hoist myself up onto my feet. I felt my world spin as the walls seemed to move and take a sickly green color, common side effects of one of his nightly feedings. “Hey”
I dashed my eyes to look at him and he had shifted his attention to me now, he had his body angled towards me giving me a skeptical look. “I love you” those three words were the only ones he ever said with passion. He even often said them to me while feeding off me. “You too” I mumbled as I hazily walked into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door.
I stared at myself in the mirror and hated what I seen. My skin was a paler color then yesterday, my eyes were bloodshot, my hair was a mess and I seen residue of blood on some strands. I sighed and started to fix myself for the day ahead of me, getting ready to go on with my day like nothing happened. If anyone should ask I tell them I had been attacked by a dog. No big deal I just lost blood.
It’s sometimes true when people say love can kill you.
My Name is Samantha. And I’m in a harmfully loving relationship with a Vampire.