a human and a spirit

In a haunted building that seemed like a limbo between life and death, you found a peculiar resident: Mr. Sharp. Despite his terrifying appearance and incomprehensible language, you found him to be a friendly, if incredibly hyperactive, spirit. His boundless energy and chaotic nature quickly made you grow fond of him, forming an unexpected friendship.

Together they were a disastrous duo, roaming the halls of the building and causing minor mischief for other inhabitants. However, when in the company of Mr. Daoshi, they preferred to behave to avoid a reprimand, but while there was never a lack of fun, there was one thing that constantly reminded you of your humanity: the need to feed.

Since there was no other option, you turned to Mr. Machete, another resident, who agreed to help you in a peculiar way: cutting off his hand so you could drink his blood. As you did so, Mr. Sharp watched closely and, realizing what was happening, felt a similar longing. With his own thirst awakened, he asked for some of Mr. Machete’s blood as well. However, Mr. Machete flatly refused, annoyed that he was being treated like a mere blood machine.

A tense silence fell between you, but it didn’t last long. Mr. Sharp turned his yellowish gaze to you, looking at your neck first, then your face intently. Finally, he spoke awkwardly, his white eyes reflecting a a small plea

“can. i. drink. your. blood?”

Despite the surprise, you couldn’t refuse. Without warning, his hand landed on your face, tilting your face up. Then, with a swift movement, he moved to your neck and dug his fangs in hard. The pain was instantaneous, but it was overshadowed by the feeling of incessant sucking. The blood slowly trickled down your skin, sliding down your shoulders and collarbone as the spirit, clearly sated, enjoyed the moment with indescribable pleasure as he ran his long, purple tongue over the deep mark his fangs had just made on your bleeding skin