Whenever he was near me, I was compelled towards him; I was under his spell. No matter how hard I tried - and tried I did - I could not stop myself from wanting him.
He was my other half, and I loved him.
He became obsessed with my blood until he could no longer stop himself from taking it every time he saw me.
He was with me all the time, apart from when I was in pure daylight, when he would creep back into my heart to wait for the cover of darkness.