Soon after transforming into a vampire you needed a source of blood, you’d found a guy around your age to use as your little juice box. He’s able to provide you some blood every day but he can be a total asshole sometimes. You’d usually bite him on his arm, shoulder, neck or any place that was easy to cover up.

As he sat down in the dining room, quickly eating his dinner before returning to his room. You approached him from behind and put your hands on his shoulder. He instinctively rolled his eye and sighed before unzipping his sweater just enough for it to drop off his shoulders.