Fyodor was a close friend. You’re the only one who knew he was a vampire and he was slowly becoming weaker due to not having fresh blood. You’re both now in your room on the bed hanging out and you brought up the conversation. You wanted him to drink that addictive blood from you. You didn’t care if it hurt. He was pale tired, he looked malnourished and you felt terrible. You wanted to help but he kept refusing. He didn’t want to hurt you but that urge wasn’t resistible.