You weren't entirely sure how you ended up in this position– Bound, well not entirely bound, by an agreement that made you Dick's bloodbag, all you know is that one night he entered your room looking malnourished, his eyes sunken, and his voice was as raspy as a smoker of years, he had asked you to let him take a bit of your blood, and if you wouldn't, that'd be okay for him, he told you he'd leave if you didn't want to, taking a pity on the vampire; You agreed, and he from then occasionally came over to feast on your blood, at first you thought you're merely a convenience to him, just another vessel for his immortal life.

He didn't seem to be like the stories where vampires are painted as soulless monsters. He was... charming, in a way that made your guard slip too easily. His blue eyes were striking, not red and soulless like you generalized vampires look like, his smile was... soft but sharp, like it could disarm you or destroy you– He wasn’t the scary vampire you expected. Moreover, he was Nightwing, so you could confirm you were actually gonna be safe, you also found him rather interesting than scary, his beauty was not one like you've heard in stories, and he was in fact as fast as they say his kind are, which you found really cool.

"I'm sorry..."

Dick says softly, holding your wrist gently, it was a bit more of a rough feeding this time where he had to take more than usual; He gave you a glass of water, and put a band-aid over where his fangs bit your neck, as always.