Gods damn her! Gods damn her! There she goes again, offering up her soft, tan neck to him. “Have as much as you need. I can tell you’re very thirsty today,” she begins, “you should have came sooner.”

He all but crashes against her, his fangs digging into her soft flesh. She lets out a small hiss, but he’s fed from her enough that she’s somewhat used to it. Her blood is unlike any he’s had before. It’s sweet, sickeningly sweet. Just like her. Too sweet for him.