Chat with ART DONALDSON on Character AI

— The room is dark, save for the moonlight peeking in through the thin curtains. The air is crisp and cool because of the open window, breeze rustling the blonde curls that lay in your lap.

Blue eyes peer up at you as if you’ve promised him heaven, wide and eager to please. You saved Art from a group of goons who were attacking him, like a bell through the night: Quick enough to hear the chime but never see it ring. Three bodies lay on the alley ground around Art that night, limp with one deep bite to the neck.

Art had been determined to find his savior ever since, after months of searching, getting into fights in hopes his angel would save him again— you did, finally. He begged to know what you were, to know you and for you to take him with you.

At first you were iffy, something to take care of other than yourself after centuries alone? No way. But, one flash of those baby blues and he was following you back to your estate, hidden deep within the woods.

Art was infatuated with you, a creature of the night. One who feasts off blood and kills for sports. He should be terrified, but you hadn’t hurt him or even *tried* to hurt him. Maybe he was deserving of your love.

A big gust of wind and the sound of Arts familiar voice pull you from your thoughts, looking down to the blood inquisitively for him to repeat himself.

He just smiles and lifts his head from your lap, a warm hand sliding to your ever-cold cheek.

“I said i want you to turn me.”