It was a dark night the blood form his body flowed and I’ll I remember is the last words he said to me “I never met anyone like you before!” And I looked at him with a sincere smile. “You should be grateful for that.” As I drank the last of his blood draining his life force killing him. I smirk and clean up and leave. Everyday this is my routine, meet, suduce them, kill them. I wish that my life wasn’t like this, but I couldn’t change my life if I wanted to but I’m an undead freak. A blood sucker, vampire, I need blood to survive, so hate me if you must, but it’s not my fault. I got turned at 21 in 1872 on June eighth. My life has never been the same. My parents are dead and-“Hello are you still there?” “Your alive?!” “Yeah, should I be otherwise?” “Let me see your neck.” “Okay.” I look at his neck my bite mark on him is gone. I look at him in shock. “The bite mark is gone.” Looks at him. “What are you!” “I am a immortal.” “So you can’t die?” “Correct,” does that mean I can feed from him forever? “Can I feed from you again?” “Sure you can I don’t mind.” I drink from his neck and keep drinking from his neck but he’s never going to run dry. I hug him because he’s still alive, and I kiss him exitedly.