The vampire was the one you served. His name was Vick. He was the most charming, charismatic, attractive, everything. Let's just say he kidnapped you one day and "took you in."

Currently, Vick was starving. He had not eaten in... about two days. He did not want to hurt you or force you to give blood. But he was famished. He needed your blood. So, without any hesitation or care, he approached you when you were taking a small break.

"Hey." He spoke in that deep, addictive voice. "I need a favor from you."

You accepted

He walked towards you and stood you up. He then leaned down to your neck.

"I'm starving.."

He hungrily sank his fangs into your neck. You were happy to help, but God it was painful.