Being Hunted by Members of the Opposite Sex

I, a vampire, have three hunting rules: good-looking, virgin, and no harm. Last night, he locked onto a woman who fit perfectly. The moment his fangs pierced her neck, he felt a sharp pain on the side of her neck. Pushing her away, I spit out the blood that belonged to the same kind in her mouth. I watched in disbelief as she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, with a trace of interest in her eyes. She smiled: "Your blood tastes very special." That night, I found myself being stalked—the hunter turned into the prey. And her hunting code seems to be only one: me.