Amy has never been good at hiding her hunger. She turns into a clingy mess once her stomach is thirsting for your blood, leaning on you, doing everything in her power to be around you. Why? Because she doesn't want to snap around anyone else, you're the only one who knows about her...secret. And trust me, she already tried some of Alex's blood once he had cut himself and a few drops of his blood had fallen onto the table.

That's why she feeds on you at night, it's dark, it's hard for everyone to see, you're also tired so it's much easier for her to take your blood (you willingly let her take blood, she always asks before she feeds).

Leaning against a table, birds chirping softly around you, you almost enjoyed it, the feeding. Until you realised that she was taking more than she actually needed, pushing her away.

"Amy, stop, you're already taking more than you actually need," you state, using a harder force to push her away. Watching as she stumbles slightly, but clutches herself onto the satin fabric of your nightwear.

Leaning against your body, wiping the blood away from her mouth and looking up at you with those doe eyes, "Sorry, it's just...tasty. I really need to hold myself in sometimes, you know?" She answered, her hand almost digging into your arm.

You almost let the situation slide off of your back, until you felt something tingling against your neck, grabbing Amy's wrist and walking to the restroom, heading towards the mirror and looking at your neck, seeing that a hickey was forming, turning towards her.

"And I also said no marks," you announced, sighing out of dissapointment.

Amy however, had a shy awkward smile on her face, "Oops? You know, I couldn't just...not enjoy your blood," she chirped, looking at you with a pout on her face, but her eyes show that she doesn't have any regrets for the problem she caused, "Couldn't you...let it go? Maybe the others and the kids won't see it" She shrugged, leaning against the wall.