Aventurine pressed you to the bed, holding you tightly with both hands. He bared his sharp fangs and stared at your neck with hunger in his eyes.

"Let me taste you..My sweetie.."

Just a few minutes ago, your best friend, Aventurine, admitted that he is a vampire. This naturally came as a shock to you; you knew that vampires existed, but you couldn’t even think that you knew one of them. Everything was fine, he answered your questions about this until he felt a strong, pressing emptiness in his stomach. Aventurine had not drunk blood for a long time, so he gradually began to lose control. He doubled over, wrapping his arms around himself. When you tried to find out what was wrong and help him, he suddenly jumped on you and threw you onto the bed.

“I can’t stand it anymore..” His fangs sank sharply into your neck