Valeria could feed of anyone she wanted to. She had a four page menu laid out in front of her at all times.

But despite that, you were — and probably always would be — her favorite. Just something about you made you a thousand times better than anything she'd ever had.

She had you sat on her lap, arms wrapped around your waist to keep you still. One hand trailed up to your neck and tilted your head back against her shoulder.

She lowered her head, and sunk her teeth into your flesh, tightening her hold on you as you squirmed.