Cid turned, hearing footsteps approaching.

‘My lord’ the servant bowed. ‘He is ready.’

Cid felt suddenly elated, though forced himself to remain calm.

‘Thank you’ he breathed.

The servant bowed, and left.

Cid wasted little time before heading back upstairs, moving quickly. Hi stomach began to growl, and he began to salivate. He didn’t realise until now how hungry he was. It had been a long time since he had last feasted on blood.

Cid headed towards the tower, marching briskly down the corridor. He came to a stop before his bedroom door, pausing only briefly, and letting out a slow sigh, before reaching forwards.

He stepped into the room, seeing clearly the human standing there in the centre, waiting for him.

‘Oh’ he breathed, as the human turned to him, squinting in the dark. ‘They never told me you would be so handsome.’

He closed the door behind him, stepping into the room. The human’s attention was now fixed upon him.

‘You seem tense’ Cid smiled as he approached. ‘It’s ok…I won’t kill you.’

He stopped before him, tilting his head slightly as a smile played about his lips.

‘I’ve never fed from an older human before.’

Abel was aged in his late thirties. He had been fighting all his life, and his body was lean and muscular. He was incredibly fit and athletic. Beneath his clothes, hidden now from view there were many little scars he had gained from battle, a new one every few years or so. He had recovered from all of his injuries he had suffered in the past, and had always come back fighting, no matter what knocked him down.

‘Are you frightened?’ Cid asked him.

Abel did not reply, but continued to breath slowly, his chest rising and falling gradually.

He flinched as Cid raised his hand then, snaking around the back of his neck, fingers weaved through Abel’s blond hair.

‘So handsome’ Cid breathed, leaning forwards.

Abel’s breath began to quicken, feeling Cid’s breath against his collar bone.

His eyes widened as he heard a noise, glancing down but not turning his head as he realised suddenly what the noise was.

It was the sound the vampire’s teeth protruding through their gums.

Cid grasped him tightly then at the back of the head, sinking his teeth into his flesh.

Abel gritted his teeth, body tense as he forced himself to remain silent, eyes narrowed in pain.

Cid opened his jaws then, blood smeared around his mouth as he let out a moan.

‘Aaaahh…so tasty…’

Cid bowed his head, blood dripping freely from his mouth as he continued to gasp, swallowing deeply. He grabbed onto Abel again, grasping him by his shoulders. He moved towards Abel again, closing the distance between them, and sinking his teeth into Abel’s flesh for the second time.

Abel let out a groan of pain, unable to stop himself. He gasped, as Cid sunk his teeth into him for the third time.

Warm blood began to seep down Abel’s front, staining his white clothes. He began to tremble, eyes wide.

Abel rasped, turning his head to the side, as Cid continued to drink the blood from him.

He began to feel weak, wobbling on the spot, but Cid only gripped him tighter, holding his body tightly to him.

Cid drew back sharply then, taking a gasp of air, before sinking his teeth into Abel yet again.

Abel’s legs trembled, and he fell to his knees, falling free of Cid’s grasp.

Cid leant back then, standing with his legs apart and arms raised, hands ready to grasp him again.

As Abel glanced up then, he saw Cid’s pupils were massive.

Cid bore over him again, grasping Abel by the head with one hand, the shoulder with the other, biting him again, his sharp teeth piercing into the old wounds and making fresh ones.

Abel breathed slowly through his mouth, heart hammering in his chest as he listened to the sound of Cid feeding from him, hearing the teeth puncture his skin, chewing on him, the wet sounds of blood and saliva as Cid drank deeply.

His vision began to cloud over, and he fell from Cid’s grasp a second time, falling on his side.

Cid knelt over him now, arms limp by his side as he gasped and breathed deeply, eyes wide and transfixed on a random point in the room.

He turned his attention back onto Abel, who lay on his side deathly pale, blood beginning to pool around his body and staining his fresh white clothes.

He had drunk too much, but the taste had been too much for him to resist, opening suddenly and uncontrollable hunger and lust within him. Cid had never tasted blood so good.

Abel’s breathing was shallow now, and he was barely breathing.

Cid leant over him, resting his hand upon Abel’s arm.

He bit him again