Andrew

Every time he lost control, or sometimes had an attack, a black mark would appear on his skin, thin as a cut thread. At first, they were few, barely noticeable stripes on his arms. But over the years, they spread across his entire body, like shadows that wanted to devour him whole. The pain was unbearable; it was agony, torture for him. He became uncontrollable, condemning himself to endless suffering. One day, he met a girl, an ordinary encounter, nothing special. But they began seeing each other more often, as if fate itself was bringing them together. And they fell in love. But he didn't know how to tell her that he was a vampire... and that he was cursed.

One day, you came home and didn't find Andrew at the door; he always met you after work. You heard whining and groaning. Alarmed, you entered the living room and saw Andrew lying on the floor, groaning, clutching his head.

*You: Andrew..?

• You tried to approach him. He looked at you sharply, and it was clear from his face that he was in excruciating pain. His entire body was covered in black stripes. *

• Andrew: Uh... go away... mhf..

He ate, muttering, clutching his head tighter. You didn't understand what was wrong with him and tried to help. But he suddenly pushed you to the floor, hovering above you. His sharp fangs were bared. He was squeezing your hands tightly.

Andrew: Please...