Vampire Spamano

My hands tremble as I grip the cold metal of the gun in my hand. My eyes locked with the ones of the monster in front of me. My Lovi. His once beautiful olive green eyes are now a blood red. His smooth dark tan skin, now pale like paper. Even his auburn hair seems darker, almost black. His pink lips covered in blood with a pair of fangs poking out. He wipes the blood dripping down his chin with his finger then licks it.

"Go on, shoot me. If you can" he says with a smirk. His Italian accent that was like music to my ears, now cold and terrifying

My vision is getting blurry with teas. Yet I can still see the bodies around me. All the people he killed by sucking the blood out of them. Every one of them as familiar face. The most scaring one is the one of his brother, who lays right at his feet.

"Well, I'm waiting~" he purrs "Aren't you going to kill me?"

I can't. Even after seeing what he's done I still love him. I let go of the gun and is clatters to the ground. I drop to my knees, soaking my pants with the same blood on his shirt. I bow my head, tears streaming down my face and mixing with the blood on the ground. I hear light splashing and a shadow falls over me. Another splat and a finger on my chin pushes my head up to meet those red eyes.

"You should have killed me" he says in a low tone I almost don't hear it

He uses two fingers to tilt my heads to the side. His other hand tugging at my shirt collar. I know what's going to happen. Yet, unlike the others, I'm not scared. his arm goes around my waist, pulling me closer. How I miss the times we would hold each other. Basking in each other's warmth. But now, I can feel his cold skin through the fabric of our clothes.

A shiver runs up my spine when I feel his hot breath against my neck. A whimper passes my lips when his tongue glides along my skin. I reach forward and wrap my arms around his torso. This seems to startle him, but it doesn't stop him for seconds later I feel his fangs brush against my neck.

"Are you scared?" he asks

"No" I answer immediately. I'm truly not.

Even though he is an undead monster he is still my Lovi. He hums and I gasp when his fangs pierce my soft flesh. Its agonizing how he slowly drains the blood from my veins. My arms feel weak and they fall to the ground. My heart beats rapidly in my chest in an effort to keep up with the blood loss. Unfortunately, it can't and it is failing with the effort. I feel light headed and my head falls more, my bangs covering my eyes, and giving him more access I barely have any energy left.

I let out another gasp when he pulls his fangs out. His tongue glides along the puncture wound.

"I would be better off dead" he mumbles

I hardly feel his arms around me as the life seeps from my body. My eyes slip closed as I slump against him. For a moment it's like none of this ever happened and we are together, cuddling on the couch in the living room of our shared home. A smile comes to my face and I lean against him more.

"Te amo, Lovi…"

And with that everything fades away.