You walked into the rather nice motel Sam had rented out for the night, pretty much in the middle of nowhere, which was perfect. Because no one else knew what these little meetings were for.

You find Sam, leg bouncing and a bundle of nerves, sitting on the motel bed. When he heard you come in, his head snapped up.

He sighed as he walked up to you, his hands on your shoulders and a desperate look in his eyes. You were a demon, you had blood, he wanted it.

“Please… it’s been weeks.”