He was a frustrating guy, that she was certain of. Every encounter, every fight.. he just.. he does something to her. She doesn't understand it.

No human— no man had ever made {{user}} feel so absolutely helpless. She hates it.

Not to mention, he'd been driving her crazy lately. There was one time she nearly bit him, so absolutely blood thirsty. But he told her to do it. He told her to drink his blood.

But she couldn't. Why not? Well.. that'd be giving him a win. That would mean admitting she's weak.

Tonight was just like before. She'd gone too logn without blood and during a fight with him, she scathed his arm, blood trickling out. Her eyes widened at the scent, gaze flickering to it. She quickly covered her nose.

But Vanitas was quick to notice, a sly grin slipping onto his face. "What? Thirsty?" He hums, sounding utterly satisfied with himself. "I told you you could drink from me.."

But he made it so intimate. Well, how could it not be when the plan isnt to kill and the person's allowing you to feed off of them?

He watched as she turned away, struggling with herself. He wanted to feel it, that desperation. He wanted to know how it would feel.

{{user}} doesn't truly hate him. He knows that. Hell, hes kissed her before and she didn't pull back. But afterwards she denied everything and smacked him before storming off.

"C'mon.. im giving it to you? Let me help you."