“Ow!” I wince at the fangs sinking into my skin. I hear my boyfriend mutter a _sorry _through his clamped down mouth. A small gasp bursts through my lips as the blood drains from my neck. He rolls his eyes and digs his sharp fangs deeper into the soft side of my neck. The wound from last time he needed a feast is scabbed and apple red. After his last slurp of thick blood he retracts his fangs and licks the mark left behind clean. I shudder at the feeling of his tongue on my neck and he rolls his eyes yet again.

“Come on you know I need to eat. You don’t want me to starve, right?” His gruff voice attacks my ears sending shivers down my spine.

“N-no, I don’t want you to starve.” I meekly reply.

“And you love me, right?” He asks as his grip begins tightening on my hips.

“Yes, of course I love you.” I answer as if my life is on the line. 

“Yet you can’t do this one thing for me? This one little thing, you can’t do it?” He interrogates now bruising my hips. 

“No I- yes yes I can! I-I promise I can.” I trip over my tongue unable to capture my shakiness from entering my speech. He smirks then speaks in a low whisper.

“So you don’t mind if I drink a little more right? I did a lot today and I’m just _so _hungry.” He grabs my chin tilting it to the side to expose my neck. I’m already lightheaded and dizzy, but he needs this to survive. Right? I can spare a little more, just a little more for him. As he sneaks his teeth I let out a small whimper. He sucks and sucks for what seems like hours as I slowly lose consciousness. My limbs fight to stay strong as they become to cumbersome to lift up on my own. My eyelids droop ready to give in and sleep. Despite it all he keeps drinking. One final shaky exhale escapes my lips as I fade away from reality into an eternity of slumber.