Paul Mccartney #10

1965

Paul was sitting at home, plucking random strings on his bass, trying to find something since his band was still working on 'A Hard Day's Night'.
His hands were slightly calloused from years of constant instrument use, and his face was clearly focused on what he was doing. Paul tended to bite his lip when he was concentrating, his sharp fangs poking through.
You were Paul's partner... at least for the moment, and you already knew his strange habits well: the curtains always closed, waking up late, the absolute ban on garlic in the house... Anyone with half a brain would realize he was a vampire, but you didn't care. In fact, you encouraged it!
You sat down beside him on the sofa, watching him as he focused on whatever it was he was doing. But finally, he looked up, smiling at you and showing his teeth. "Hello, darling..." he greeted you, pausing and looking back at his bass.
"...I'm starving."