Bloody Love

How The Undead Live

Authors note: The word Person is capitalized on purpose like how in some werewolf books the word mark is capitalized. I hope you enjoy reading!
Williams' POV

I stood outside the girls house until the light of the sun made me puke up last nights dinner of AB positive. I ran back to my apartment. Once inside, I made a mad dash to the fridge, grabbing a blood bag at random to replenish what I'd lost at her house.

I let my claws grow out so I could slice the bag open. I thought about putting my breakfast in a cup or at the very least the microwave to make it warm but I was too impatient. I tipped my head back and let the blood pour into my mouth. I swallowed quickly. Blood bags weren't as satisfying as drinking from a human. They weren't warm for one thing- unless you drank them right away or heated them up. The blood was also dead. In a human being blood pulsed with excitement, fear,lust, anger, happiness. So many emotions! If he was lucky, he got swept away in them and then he got to feel alive again. He did feel emotion but not intensely. He just wasn't capable of the intensity anymore. Some of his kind still felt emotions as intensely as humans. He thought that made them look irrational and weak.

Just picture it: A centuries old creature of the night crying watching The Notebook. Pathetic. Go tear something in half you pansy!

I could understand crying over your Person though. Every vampire has a person that we watch over from the minute they're born. You watch as they grow up, you see every tear, every drop of blood(which you cannot drink), every heartbreak. You watch it all and can only interfere if she's being attacked(by any species). If you saw each other on the street, electricity would sizzle between you. That meant you were meant to be together and you no longer had to hide in the shadows.

William wished for that day with all he was. Just to touch her would bring him to his knees. At first he'd resented having to watch over a human for all her mortal life. His opinion changed as he watched her grow. He understood that watching over this beautiful creature would keep him as close to human as he could be. He smiled as he remembered one of his favorite moments.

The time she fell off her bike and skinned her knee badly. He'd expected her to cry. Instead she gasped, wide-eyed and dipped her finger in the blood dripping from the wound. After staring at it curiously, she stuck the finger in her mouth. She closed her eyes as the blood hit her tongue. Williams' insides squirmed with emotion: surprise, mild horror(humans weren't supposed to drink blood), hunger for her blood, and a need to go dress her wound. He could not of course, to touch was forbidden by the ancient laws. He found he had to stop himself from running to her, not because he wanted to drink from her but because he wanted to hug her and stitch her up. Her mom was there, running to her side just as he was about to loose his self control.

Alice grinned at her mother and showed her her neat trick. If I had a heart it would've broke for her at the look of disgust on her mothers' face. I closed my eyes to focus and hear what she was saying.

Her mother spoke in a sweet voice,"Oh honey, you aren't supposed to do that. It's yucky! Please don't Alice."

Alice was confused,"It doesn't taste yucky mommy! I like it. It's sweet, like dirt but not dirt."

Alice's mom looked at her like she was an alien but I knew what Alice meant. She was tasting was the iron in the blood.

William came back to earth as the empty blood bag crumpled in his fist. Yes, he remembered that day well. He had kept Alices' secret ever since that day because he knew that if his boss found out he'd make her a vampire. William didn't want that because he loved her alive, loved how she surprised him every day,