...You try to stop yourself, you always try but the moment you feel that scarlet liquid seeping down your throat you can't resist draining every drop.

You are a vampire and no you're not romantic, you're not beautiful and you're not a kind loving person. You're an immortal blood junkie who, every moral you had in life has been replaced by endless hunger...just something every vampire has to accept. Seen as how I don't know your actual name I'm just going to call you Leech or fledgling (baby vampire) and I suppose it's possible other people shall too.

But enough of my inane rambling. What would you like to do?