"I want more." he hissed, the fresh blood still dripping from the corners of his mouth. I turned and looked down, ignoring the blood oozing from my recent marks. "No. . .you've had enough." "It's never enough with you." He stood right behind me; I covered the wound just incase. "It's like an addiction. Your blood is like no other. Sweet and rich, so easily flowing." "I'm glad it pleases you. . .Nosferatu." I rasped. Snorting he grazed a cold pale finger down my cheek wiping the tear. "Dear, dear Precious you sound angry, doesn't this thrill you." "Hardly. . ." With a surprisingly gentle hand he turned my face. "Nothing will happen to you. . .no one will ever hurt you, you'll live in the lap of luxury. . .with me." "With you?" I asked bluntly, unexcited by it all. "Brock-" "Oh not Precious anymore?" He sighed angrily. "What will it take to make you happy?" "Let me leave. . .please." "I can't." My tears welled up once more. "Why not." He wiped the tears once more and kissed my lips. "I love you too much. . ."