“No,” She comments, questioning him. He gives her a hug and his hands travel down towards the papers in her pocket. She pulls out her dagger that she had hidden on her.

“Move your hands lower, this is going into your heart,” She says while he holds her against him.

“I could sink my teeth into you before that even touches me,” He replies frowning, “Just show me what you are hiding.”

“No, and it is still daylight out,” She says while looking at the window.

“Fine, you win. If I can just have a taste of your blood,” He says looking at her throat like a starved animal.

“How long were you in there,” She asks, concerned.

“I don’t know. It could have been from a week to months,” He says, still looking at her neck with his eyes changing a deep blood red. His fangs start to show from his lips. All while staring at her neck.

“You may drink my blood,” She replies with a small smile. He bends down and he sinks his fangs into her neck. She ends up dropping the dagger and he ends up grabbing the papers. It hurts at first then it feels like she is floating. When he is done he decides to put a bandage on it instead of healing it. Then puts her in bed and tucks her in.