"Richard, are you thirsty?" Unconsciously, she lifted her hands to touch the veins that had protruded at the corner of his eyes but they quickly disappeared and the colour of his eyes turned to their usual midnight colour.
"Would you offer me your blood if I said I was." He sked while savouring the feel of her touch. Instead of calming his nerves that screamed to him to suck her dry, his need continued to increase. But he knew that he would not just take her blood if he dared to do what his instincts told him. He could take her life.
"I would. If you would promise not to kill him." She did not know that she would one day willingly offer her blood to be drunk by a vampire, but she felt the need to do so.
