I’m A Vampire, He’s A Werewolf CHAPTER 1

I woke up with a yawn. Ever since I was a child, I had been a vampire. I often have the memory of that night play in my mind. Growing up, it was normal for me. The only difference was my eyes were light sensitive, and I was paler than normal.

Finally rolling out of bed, I went to find my boyfriend. My boyfriend wasn’t human either. No, my boyfriend was a werewolf. I loved him, and he loved me.

Finding my boyfriend downstairs asleep, I picked him up with ease, I brought him to our bedroom.

“You shouldn’t stay out so late, Ash,” I told Ashley as he woke up, “Thеse full moons are taking their toll on you. It’s not good for you.”

“I'll bе fine, it’s only once a month,” Ashley whispered out, “You need to get going. Don’t want to have to call your brother again whenever you get blood hungry,” Ashley added as he curled up against a pillow.

I sighed, I knew my brother Jake wouldn’t mind coming over, but I knew he always hated it. It hurt getting bitten by a vampire, our parents were the lucky ones that night. On multiple occasions, I had to call Jake just so I could feed. It was just days I wouldn’t go out, and Jake was in town.

I sighed as I cleared my thoughts, “I know, baby. What happened to your leg? It wasn’t scarred up like that last night,” I asked as I looked down at Ashley’s right leg.

“Bear trap. You know I’m a fast healer, it’ll heal soon. Until then, I’ll wear some longer pants. Now, let’s go find you some clothes for tonight,” Ashley replied as he got up from the bed.

I saw Ashley struggling to walk. I knew the pains of bear traps, and knew my boyfriend couldn’t stand.

“How about I just pick some clothes? You can’t walk, and I don’t want to hear you tell me that you can, Ash,” I asked as I walked over to my dresser.

Ashley sighed as I placed him back on the bed, “Fine. Let’s go with the bottom shirt, middle pile for the shirt, and then the first pair of pants, fifth pile for pants,” Ashley instructed as I began to find my clothes, “And you have to let me cover your ink. I am not letting you go out with all your ink showing,” Ashley added as he opened his nightstand drawer.

Inside Ashley’s nightstand, there were pallets of makeup only used to cover the tattoos of both of us. Ashley enjoyed covering my tattoos, as it gave him something to do while he was recovering from his transformations.

I groaned, “Do you have to cover my tats, Ash? That makeup is heavy, and it takes forever to wash off.”

“Hey. You need to cover your ink. The makeup will keep you at a regular temperature for mortals, so you don’t freak out your victim. Now come here, and don’t put that shirt on yet. You need all the torso and sleeve ink covered,” Ashley replied in his stern voice.

I walked over to the bed, sitting right in front of my boyfriend, and extended my arms. Ashley began humming to himself as he tried to cover my sleeves. After finally covering all of my tattoos, Ashley held up a handheld fan, and began to dry the matte makeup.

“Done yet?” I asked after a few minutes.

Ashley nodded, “Yes, yes I am. Go finish getting ready, beautiful.”

“You know I hate doing this. I pretty much have to flirt with someone just so I can feed,” I said after a few minutes, “It just feels wrong, Ash.”

I knew what Ashley was going to say. It was the same answer every time. Ashley always told me that it wasn’t flirting if I didn't mean anything by it. Sighing again, I finally finished buttoning my shirt. Kissing my boyfriend goodbye, I set off for the best nightclub in town.