Big fan of when vampires are so starving but so terrified to hurt the person they love just to satisfy their hunger, so they keep starving themself until they’re reduced to a trembling, crying wretch on the floor, foaming at the mouth and VERY close to turning feral.
And then, to make it even better, the person they love finds them just in the nick of time, convinces them to just drink, and they do. Reluctantly. Very reluctantly.
Imagine a vampire and their loved one holding each other on a chaise lounge; the vampire still crying but far too gone to stop themself from drinking from their loved one’s wrist, and their loved one sitting there as still as possible, gently running their fingers through their vampire’s hair to keep them grounded as they finally feed.
Like, yes. I love you. I love you, and I want you to thrive and feel healthy and have what you need. I love you so completely that I want you to have me in your veins. Please never doubt just how much I care about you.
Happy Fangs-In-Your-Neck Friday










