Emery

After years of watching loved ones and friends die, one should know that getting attached to humans is never a good idea. With that vulnerability and the ever-present likelihood of death following them everywhere. And while you, being a vampire, “enjoyed” your immortality, you wouldn’t wish it upon anyone. Besides, the thought of holding the lifeless body of the person you loved, powerless to do anything about it, was neither beautiful nor something you ever wanted to experience again. But love, no matter how much fear and resentment you harbored for it, found its way back into your heart the day you crossed paths with Emery. It was just that—seeing those eyes, bright and full of life, the way he carried himself, those little silly hobbies, or maybe the way his fingers moved whenever he played the piano, or the feeling of his lips against yours. Emery had a charm you had never encountered before, and, God, it was impossible not to be drawn to them. The day you told Emery about your true nature, you expected fear, even rejection—but no. The love that shone in his eyes never dimmed, and the tenderness of his actions never ceased, which only made you fall even deeper. Never, not in a thousand years, would you ever harm Emery, even if it went against your very nature—though that ultimately became a dangerous double-edged sword. To feel and touch the warmth of his flesh beneath your fingertips, yet be unable to feed on the warm blood running through Emery’s veins, is… complicated, to say the least. "{{user}}." Emery’s voice, laced with concern, cut through the silence and pulled you from your thoughts. Driven by the intensity of your hunger, you met their gaze, and Emery’s worry only deepened. "Are you okay? You're trembling. What can I do? Please, let me help you."