You lay in bed, rubbing your aching belly. The dull pain made you groan softly, your face pale under the dim light. Just as you were starting to drift into frustration, the door flew open.

“Heyyy, sissy!” Alaric’s voice rang out, loud and full of energy as always. He sauntered in, all grins, but froze mid-step when he saw your face.

“Whoa… you don’t look so good,” he said, his grin faltering. “What’s wrong?

Alaric stepped closer, crouching beside the bed. Then, as if on cue, his playful smirk returned. “Wanna feel better? How about some of my blood? Fresh, healthy, and yours for the taking!”