I gulped down the glass of wine in my hands and winced in disgust at the taste. My mate’s blood is much more appetizing than this.

Ever since I tasted her blood, she’s always been the one I've been craving. It’s intoxicating me. And it kills me that she’s not aware that she’s mine. And her smell, oh her so lovely scent. It’s a mix of flowery, and honey, and tastes so sweet.

I could just inhale it for the whole day and never get tired of it. I don’t even sleep, but that scent alone would let me snore for the night.

That’s how much power she has over...