Because something is off, and I need to figure out what it is as soon as possible, I follow Clay as he walks away. As I make my way to the bedroom, the man I love with all my heart stands at the entrance. The unusual thing about him is the veins that are surrounding his eyes, which are a burning red colour from hunger. He is the embodiment of every vampire story that was taught to us when we were children. I approach him, close the door behind me, place my hand on his face, and then use my thumb to massage the vein that is located below his eye. I raise my other hand, placing it near his lips, and say, "Drink."

He bites down and I gasp for air but that quickly changes and becomes pleasurable, he pulls away and kisses me.

"Thank you", He says quietly.

"Have you asked Mr. Michaels why this is happening?"

He shakes his head no. so I suggest we should.

"Babe, can we tomorrow please, I don't feel like going anywhere right now or calling anyone."

"Of course, but why didn't you tell me before?" I question him.

"I don't know, I thought that maybe you would be afraid and leave me," He walks towards his window and stands there looking out.

"Clay, you are the vampire that everyone is afraid of; you are the one whose anger frightens all of them." I wait a moment to see if he will give me any kind of response, but he doesn't, so I continue talking nonetheless. "Do you remember when I locked the door behind us both and waited for you to get control of yourself in this room? Do you recall what it was that I said to you?" I question him as I creep up behind him and force him to turn around to face me. When he turns around, I can see that he is starting to well up with tears. I cup his face in my hands, just like he has done to me numerous times. "Even though you were far more frightening to me that night, you still threatened to kill me as a result of the wrath you were feeling."

"Kiss me or kill me, we both know you're only capable of one", He smiles remembering what I said to him that summer night.

"I'm not afraid or scared of you Clay, I never was and never will be no matter what. What scares me is the thought of ever losing you, that's what I'm scared of."

He leans in and gives me a kiss. He picks me up and carries me to the bed, where he lands on top of me and begins to kiss the back of my neck. He is like an addictive substance, and I just can't get enough of him. When he kisses me, he puts me in an inebriated state that causes me to lose track of time. We gradually separate from one another, and then he invites me to snuggle up with him by opening his arms, which I gladly do. I use my finger to carefully follow the lines of his tattoos. This man enjoys going shirtless all the time, and I have no problem with it at all. I take pleasure in inspecting what belongs to me; the Gods themselves fashioned his physique, and it is flawless.

"What are you thinking about?" I ask him.

"I want to get a new tattoo", He laughs.

"Okay, I'm not complaining but you have like a million tattoos, what more could you want?" I ask him.

"You'll see," He grins.

Oh boy!

As we make our way back downstairs, Brie is still dancing to the music despite the fact that she has begun preparing dinner. Clay gives me a kiss before getting two beers and heading over to Logan. Meanwhile, I stay in the kitchen and help Brie.

"Is everything okay with Clay?" She asks.

"Yes, nothing I couldn't handle," I smile.

So Logan doesn't know what's happening. I think to myself.

"So anyways," Brie starts, I roll my eyes, "Clay's birthday is this Saturday, there's a surprise party for him and Logans already arranged it, we just need you to get him out of the house for a bit," She practically begs me.

"Brie, I don't think right now is the time for a party, trust me!" My heart pounds at the thought. I know Clay and he won't want this, not right now.

"Fine!" She huffs.

When we're done eating, I do a quick cleanup and send the three of them on their way. I require some quiet time to think. Because of what occurs when he's hungry, I think it's best if we don't bring attention to ourselves, especially Clay. I understand why Logan and Brie want to surprise him, but I honestly believe that we shouldn't do that.

"No, I don't want a party, Fuck that!" Clay shouts. I smile at myself, I knew it. I know Clay better than anyone.

"Ah, come on Bro, It's your birthday," Logan wines.

"Yes, my birthday and what I want to do is get my tat done in the morning and spend the rest of the day with my girl alone, just her and I," Clay retorts.

As I make my way into the living room carrying the vodka and shot glasses in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure, I find that I can't help but giggle to myself. I lean over and offer Clay his drink, then I lean in and give him a peck on the cheek.

"Now that we got vodka in you, can we talk about the party?" Logan wonders and Brie gets all happy.

"Come on Clay it will be fun". Brie says.

They have previously received a refusal from my boyfriend, but they continue to press the issue, and I can feel his rage building up inside of him. The impact of Clay's glass with the wall causes it to shatter and fly off in all directions.

"I said NO FUCKING PARTY!" He barks. "I already told you what I'm doing and that's final."

As he walks away, I can only look back at the two morons who caused this situation for themselves and shake my head.

If Clay's only birthday wish is for him and I to spend time together, then that is exactly what he will get.