My Step-Father Is A Vampire
It made her angry and so fucking hurt—but not enough to want to see her husband like this.
She crawled onto the bed, moving slowly to straddle the vampire. She placed a hand on his chest, almost wishing his heart wasn’t so dead. He didn’t even breathe. Honestly, he might as well have been a corpse. It was bizarre to see him like this. Silas didn’t sleep—it wasn’t physically possible for him. Though sometimes he did try to imitate it, on those good nights when they would cuddle together after a passionate session. She would wake up to find him still, eyes closed. But not nearly this convincing.