We bought a house four months after we met. I fell instantly in love with him. His face was as bright as a million suns shining on a cloud free day. His eyes, the sky. The perfect shade of blue. That was a year ago... It has all changed now.
He has been acting strange recently. Once a month, he gets up in the middle of the night and dose not coming back home till almost 8. He has also been working late... well later than usual. I just don't get it. He is devoted to me so I know he is not seeing anyone.
One night I came home to see out quiet house has been ransacked. Torn furniture, clothes every where, and dirt. Out of the corner of my eye I see a small puddle of red liquid. I assume it's wine because he loves red wine. I can't help this felling of dread that creeps up on me like a snake. Then I see him.
He is just sitting there on the floor. Barley breathing but at the same time huffing so hard I can't heart anything else. I move towards the light and then him cautiously, I don't want to scare him. My heart races as I see a mountain of hair and huge fangs.
"It's ok!" "Sweetie I'm all right!" "Join me please!" "I don' want to be alone in this anymore!"
So.... I joined him. And that's it.