When I was young, people always told me I would be a heartbreaker. I don’t think this is what they meant.

It always begins the same. We meet in a cafe, work, on the street, whatever. Where we meet is not relevant. We chat it up, go on a few dates, and damn it, I fall for them, yet again. What makes me different, a little quirk of mine I guess you can say, is when I get into a relationship, it doesn’t progress to moving in, getting a dog together, and getting married. Nor does it end in an explosive fight, or fizzle out as it runs its course. I consume my lovers… literally. The second I start picturing a future with them, the blackout happens. Then I wake up. Covered in blood.