Vampire's Pet
They both look so worried about sir Daryl.
I clutched my wrist. I can feel my pulse and know my blood is flowing inside my veins.
"He needs blood, right?" I said, and they both looked at me and didn't bother protesting against what I was about to do.
I approach sir Daryl, and since he's unconscious and won't be able to bite me, I slice my finger until it bleeds and let my blood drop to his lips.
And after a minute or two, he suddenly grabbed my arm, pulled me to him, and plunged his fangs into my neck.