Give Me a Drop of Blood

Allen once had a lover.

His lover was handsome, elegant, and powerful. He had pale golden hair that fell past his shoulders, deep blue eyes, and a pair of sharp little fangs. Everything about him gave the impression of a mysterious and ancient nobleman.

His lover would always appear quietly at night and lie beside him, holding him close and drawing on his body heat. He was considerate and gentle, attentive in every way, and treated Allen as if he were his whole life.

His lover also needed to drink Allen's blood to stay alive.

The year Allen turned twenty-seven, his lover died.

Then Allen found himself in a world fifteen hundred years in the past...

Everything was as it had been in ancient times. War ravaged the land, and countless lives were lost.

Demons appeared in the world, angels descended, elves slipped into people's dreams, and werewolves raced through the moonlight.

Allen's lover had only recently become immortal.

His deep blue eyes held nothing but frost. Every night, he was consumed by the curse of blood. He was frenzied and violent.

People called him the mad nobleman of the Rose Castle. One day, he would die among the roses.