My Boyfriend Is A Vampire
MBV 55s

Sam looked at Annabele who was lying unconscious. He deliberately took the girl to his apartment, because it was impossible to bring her home or to the hospital. Of course, Annabele's unusual wound condition will be a question for medical personnel.

Sam stared at the hairpin that Bella had worn, still able to feel Bella's warm blood that had once soaked her hands. He remembered every breath and smile of the girl during his life.

Annabele was unconscious more than last night. Sam himself has treated Annabele's wounds, because of course he has a drug that is more powerful than the treatment of medical people.

Sam got up from his seat when he saw Annabele's finger move, grabbed his palm and clasped tightly.

"An, how are you feeling?" sam asked when he saw Annabele's eyelids start moving.

Annabele tries to open her eyelids, until she sees Sam smiling at her. Annabele panics, especially when he remembers Sam is a vampire.

"Don't come any closer!" Annabele was afraid to see Sam. Because the only vampire that doesn't scare him and alert him is Cristian.

"You're afraid of me?" sam asked worriedly when he saw Annabele's reaction.

Annabele tried to get up quickly, but unfortunately the wound was not dry, making him feel pain again.

"Agh, agh!" Annabele felt pain in his chest.

"Don't move much, your wounds are still wet" said Sam, trying to stop Annabele from waking up.

Annabele could not escape, finally choosing to let Sam help him sit down. He sat leaning against the headboard, before returning to his surprise when he realized where he was.

"Where am I?" asked Annabele with caution.

"My room" Sam replied casually.

"Why in your room? Why don't you take me to the hospital?" ask Annabele stammering.

"If I take you to the hospital, the doctor will ask you a lot about your injuries. Also, your wound is toxic, because Julie used poison on her nails" Sam explained.

Annabele was silent to Sam's explanation, until he realized something.

"Wait on! Who's treating me?" ask Annabele a little freaked out.

"Me" answered Sam.

"Then, who changed my clothes?" annabele asked with a look of hope, if not Sam who changed.

"I am the one who replaces," Sam answered without sin.

Annabele was shocked with a gaping mouth, his left chest wrapped in bandages neatly, his clothes had changed into just a shirt. He was shocked to learn that the man who did all this was the man sitting opposite him, the man who had been his friend for years.

"If not me, then who? No one can treat your wounds but me, because of course the poison is not an ordinary poison. I'm going to stand by watching you get hurt and slowly die" Sam explained. "Again, I changed your clothes quickly. I didn't see anything, even though I saw it, I've seen it before, too" Sam said in a soft voice at the end of the sentence.

Annabele increasingly rounded wide eyeballs, not understanding with the intention of 'have never seen'. Annabele's reddened face held back the embarrassment, how could Sam admit it so easily.

"Sam! Do you have no shame!" snarled Annabele who was upset.

Sam is shocked to hear Annabele yelling, seemingly unaware that Annabele certainly thinks Sam is a grown man. While in Sam's mind, consider Annabele her little sister. Both have different ways of looking.

Annabele spoke with his chest up and down holding in anger. Until you remember who Sam is, and his brain thinks innocently.

"Does vampires have shame?" ask Annabele suddenly.

"Of course," replied Sam who felt that Annabele's question was strange.

"Then, why are you carelessly changing my clothes? I mean, don't you feel ashamed if you look-, umm ...." Annabele paused his words, finding it hard to say what was already on his mind.

"For what shame, I mean nothing else either. There are some things that you might not understand if told, so it's better not to know the reason," Sam said staring at Annabele who was still in alert mode.

Annabele held the injured chest, curious about how Sam was treating it, because the man said that the doctor could not treat Annabele's poison wound

"Then, how do you treat? Didn't you say the doctor didn't have the cure?" ask Annabele lirih. Although he was ashamed that Sam did everything himself, he thanked him for helping him.

"Taking the poison out of your bloodstream first," Sam replied casually.

"Delivering poison?" Annabele scrunched his forehead.

"Yes, by sucking on contaminated blood, just gave him medicine." Sam explained the process.

Annabele rounded his wide eyeballs, his mind drifting when he heard the word 'sucking'.

"Suck, in the chest?" Annabele felt he needed an ostrich hole to hide his head and face.

Annabele immediately lay down and pulled the blanket over his entire body to his head.

"An, what's wrong?" sam asked confused by Annabele's attitude.

"Sam! Why are you so brave?" Annabele shouted loudly from under the blanket.

Sam was confused to hear Annabele scream. He scratched his head not itchy.