Immortal Night

I'm already working on it on my iPod :-)

Prompt: The vampire that had haunted me, creeped around me, thirsted for my blood since I had discovered he was there, was now close enough to touch. Cold, like his heart. Death radiated from him, yet he was there, like an old building left to stand for hundreds of years before it was finally noticed.

And the problem was: I had fallen for him.

He thirsted for my blood...

I thirsted for his love...

Which one would succeed..