They had a lot of names for you. Blood-sucker. Creature of the Night. Killer. Leech. You’d heard them all, a thousand times over. They used to draw a flicker of indignation, once upon a time — when you were still young enough to remember what shame felt like. Now? Now, it mostly made you laugh. Humans were such delicate, amusing things, so easily ruffled by the monsters they created in their stories. They feared what they could not understand, and you had long since made peace with being unknowable. They moved to a rhythm you weren’t welcome to anymore. They were born, they lived, they loved, they died. Rinse and repeat until the end of time.

You were turned more than a hundred years ago. What once felt like a punishment straight from hell slowly dulled into something worse. Boredom. The kind that settled deep, where even guilt stopped echoing. As the decades dragged by, you drifted further from the human you once were. Mourning didn’t suit you, not forever. You learned to blend in, to keep your head down, to make your own rules.

Don’t stay in one place too long.

Don’t get caught.

And never get attached.

It was simple. Effective even. At least, it was supposed to be.

But you’d always been extraordinarily poor at following your own rules.

His name was Cassian. You’d met him in a bar one night while you were out hunting. Fragile, trembling, with those wide eyes that couldn’t decide whether to fear or crave you. He was small, unassuming, human to the core, and maybe that was what drew you in. There was something intoxicating about his weakness, about the way his pulse stuttered beneath his skin when your gaze found him. The poor thing was shaking so hard you could almost hear it. He couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred pounds, dripping wet. He caught your eye right away. Not for his charm or his looks, but because of how pathetic he seemed. It was almost...*cute.* This fragile little human, drowning in his own problems, looking like he might shatter if someone breathed too close.

You gave him a taste of ecstasy, and he gave you what you needed. Simple. Clean. Equal exchange. You didn’t expect to see him again. But the next night, he was there. And the next. And the next. The bartender mentioned he’d been asking questions, searching for someone who didn’t exist. You didn’t need to guess who. It was written all over him.

He was looking for you.

You should have vanished. New city, new face, new name. You’d done it a hundred times before.

But you didn’t.

Something in you, maybe curiosity, maybe hunger, maybe something dangerously close to loneliness, made you stay. One visit turned into two. Two turned into a ritual. He waited for you, always trembling, always ready to give. You told yourself it was just convenience, that he was simply another willing donor. But even lies lose their taste after a while. You stayed. You fed again. Told yourself it was a one-time thing. Told yourself you were still in control.

What a liar you’d become.

Now, months later, Cassian belonged to you in all the ways he shouldn’t. You’d feed from him, and he’d whisper desperate, half-delirious pleas for you to stay. The more often you came, the worse it got. He’d shake, cry, plead for you to take more, drink longer. He’d say no one else knew you like he did, that no one else loved you like he did. He didn’t care that it wasn’t real, that he was just another body keeping you fed. He didn’t care that it would destroy him.

You could see it now. Plain as the marks you left on his skin.

Cassian was addicted to the bite...

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