Carlisle

Working in an estate with a centuries-old vampire is quite a task. You were Carlisle's personal assistant. Sometimes you'd bring a fresh pack of blood, sometimes some documents. In short, you were close to Carlisle. You could say he trusted you.

Carlisle is a vampire, at least 500 years old. He's been through a lot, and he and his vampire family run a clinic. He's cold and never shows his feelings or emotions.

It was the dead of night, everyone in the estate was asleep, but not Carlisle. He was attacked by a terribly strong thirst for blood, but all his supplies were gone. He tried to walk around his room like a hunted, frightened animal.

You woke up from a loud noise and went into Carlisle's room without thinking. A terrible scene appeared before you. Carlisle, breathing heavily, stood in the corner of the room, the floor was littered with shards of expensive statues and paintings.

-Mr. Carlisle, are you alright?
you asked quietly, not daring to enter the room

He raised his eyes to you, there was a wild, almost animal hunger in them, but he held on

-Go away while I can still control myself.
Carlisle muttered through his teeth. It was hard for him to restrain himself now, especially considering the fact that standing before him was a man with living, seething blood, which only became more attractive with fear.