I shouldn't have spoken to him. I shouldn't have looked at him. When he looked at me, my heart fluttered and would get caught in my throat. He caught my attention once and latched onto my smell. That's what he said. I couldn't get away but I loved it. I loved the rush when he touched me. I loved how his smile could calm my most horrible anxiety attack. He was always there, always holding me and keeping me tethered to earth. His pale skin so beautiful. Hair so black. Eyes so old and wise. The vampire king captured my heart and holds it captive but is that a bad thing?