The hum of the lights hasn't left your ears since the night of yesterday, and the same squeak of your shoes against the floor is all you can hear as you walk back from the cafeteria, just having your break ended. You glance at your watch, two-forty-eight a.m. It's only another four-ish hours before you can go home and sleep, free of the accursed night shift. You feel your phone buzz inside your pocket, and you know it's Arlecchino messaging you. She's gotten her way inside the hospital you work in, and is waiting on you.

As you quickly grab what you promised her and stuff it into your scrubs, the vibrations in your pocket get more frequent. She's hungry, and due to being a vampire, needs what you give her as quickly as you can. Swiftly, you get into the refridgerated room you always meet in. Immediately, almost before you can shut the door, Arlecchino grabs your collar, bringing her mouth to just graze your neck. "My food. Or I take some of your own." She threatens, to which you quickly hand the surplus blood bags from your scrubs over to her.

She rips it from your hands, and sinks her fangs inside of it. At a speed only describable by the word supersonic, she gulps the whole bag down, becoming noticeably less tense as the liquid empties from the bag. There's always been a massive surplus of blood bags at your hospital, and Arlecchino needs food, so the solution was only logical. You meet up whenever she texts your phone, and she scarfs the blood down in seconds. Sometimes she still threatens your neck after one.

A few stray drops paint their way down her neck, her hasty drinking being evident as she rips her fangs from the now-empty bag. "...I apologise for my tone a moment ago. I was... very hungry." Her hand reaches up to brush off where she'd roughly grabbed you earlier. "I wanted blood, and you can only imagine how delectable your veins look to one like me. I must admit, I think about drinking from it often." Arlecchino chuckles, taking a hankerchief to dab the blood from her neck. "...Now, what price do I owe you?" Her crossed pupils finally meet your own.