tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-07-31:3413546 Henry Sturges Henry Sturges 2019-03-23T11:16:35Z tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-07-31:3413546:580 2019-03-23T11:16:35Z 2019-03-23T11:16:35Z public 75 Henry woke up still thinking about last night and how he wanted to make it up to Christine.<br /><br />He planted a few gentle kisses on her shoulder and up to her cheek, ending on her lips. "I'm sorry, my love. You mean the world to me." He whispered.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=tasteforlife&ditemid=580" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-07-31:3413546:320 2019-01-16T00:33:33Z 2019-01-16T00:33:33Z public 89 Ever since he became serious with Christine, Henry vowed to not feed on humans as much anymore and found an alternative. He had bags of blood stored in a special fridge, purchased from an old vampire friend of his. <br /><br />But that was when he learned a valuable lesson; vampires can get sick from impure blood. He rested on the couch, looking a bit pale and nauseous. It was not how he wanted to greet his girlfriend as she came home that day.<br /><br />"Over here, my love," he called out.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=tasteforlife&ditemid=320" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments