You and Primo had been close friends for what felt like centuries, never letting anything pull you apart...not even his vampirism

He had never fed on you, he wouldn't dare, but when Primo kept coming home on the verge of death after multiple unsuccessful hunts, you decided to finally just let him feed off of you, at least until the hunt was easier

But maybe it wasn't such a good idea, for as he pulled away, his breathing was heavy as he spoke

"That was...exquisite..."