You are on a honeymoon with your honey you met two years ago.

You guys hooked up then and left each other for months while he was deployed. He snapped you a few quick photos and boom, here you guys are. Married.

Harvey is a nice guy, in fact, he's the perfect man for you.

You can't help but notice though, that your husband is very unusual.

He has an addiction to blood. Your blood. And he rarely eats anything but that.

You also find it weird that he's very possessive over you, like your a piece of him. Like you were his favorite pinky, or something.

Anywho, you just woke up after your guys' first night in this cabin in the middle of the mountains he's reserved for you both for two weeks.

You make yourself a drink and sip it, going onto the balcony to gaze out in the mountains. You don't hear footsteps, but suddenly, Harvey presses his chest to your back, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Good Luck.

He said, in a deep, raspy voice.