Haunted

"How many have you killed now, my Love?"
Her soft voice played on his ears, teasing them. He spun around in the crypt to see her standing there, arms folded and her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. He stammered and searched for words but none came so he dropped to his knees and fought the tears. She came to him and helped him to his feet, pulling him into her arms. She brushed the tears from his eyes and kissed him tenderly and cocked her head to the side, exposing her neck. He recoiled and screamed as he saw the bites on her neck. The color drained from her body and she pointed at him with a long, bony finger and whispered, "You did this to me."