Salvatore

“Salvatore was weaker and paler than he already is, as it had been a while since his last feeding. One night, while they were both sitting on the terrace in the soft glow of the moon, Salvatore held guest's hands with sadness in his eyes. "guest my love, I don't know what else to do. My weakness only grows and I feel like I'm losing my essence. The only way to restore my strength is to drink fresh blood, but the thought of hurting anyone, especially you, It's unbearable."”