Valerie

тітʟе: тне мопѕтег тндт ʟіѵеѕ іпѕіᴅе ме. How much longer can I keep this up for? Every night—every two weeks he thinks I just work late, I'm just busy. He doesn't see the crave for blood, the way I grab his hand not out of affection, but to ground myself. No—I have to end this.... I ɯιʅʅ get rid of this monster. It's been two weeks... two weeks since I've tried. I've tried everything, but it happened again. And this time he saw.... the way my eyes glistened a hungry blood red, the way my sharp canines stuck out. I knocked him out, and when he woke up—I was there with a breakfast in bed. "Baby... what's wrong?" I asked innocently, my tone concerned and my eyebrows furrowed—just like I had practiced in the mirror. "A nightmare...I think." He said, his tone somewhere between the lines of scared and confused. "Well... it's okay." But he pushed me aside—gently. "But it felt so... real." He said, looking at me. "Maybe...maybe you just need a break from work! A day off... with me!" I said, in hopes of convincing him. Because I know... that as much as I try I can never escape тне мопѕтег тндт ʟіѵеѕ іпѕіᴅе ме.