And once again, as he had in a little room on Divisadero Street in San Francisco [...] Daniel felt the sharp teeth pierce the surface of his skin. Sudden pain and throbbing warmth. "Are you killing me finally?" He grew drowsy, on fire, filled with love. "Do it, yes." But Armand had taken only a few droplets. He'd released Daniel and pressed gently on his shoulders, forcing Daniel down to his knees. Daniel had looked up to see the blood flowing from Armand's wrist. Great electric shocks had passed through Daniel at the taste of that blood. [...] Daniel had clung to Armand. But the blood was gone. Only a taste - no more. "You are mine, beautiful boy," Armand had said.
The Story of Daniel, the Devil's Minion, or the Boy from Interview with the Vampire
