It was quiet in the library as usual, other than the young vampire’s friend’s chewing. They both sat in a chair today. The vampire’s stomach rumbled. He hadn’t eaten all day.

“Don’t you have any food?” his friend asked.

The vampire shook his head.

“Why?”

“I had to get out of the house quickly in the morning. I didn’t have time to grab anything but my bag.”

His friend let out a concerned hum. “Should we buy you something in the canteen?”

“I don’t have any money.”

His friend rubbed his arm. “Me neither.”

The vampire sighed. “I’ll manage.”

“No!” His friend leaned closer. “I won’t let you starve all day. Uh.” He frowned down to think of what to do. “You need to drink blood. I have blood.”

The vampire tensed in shock; he couldn’t believe he’d even imply that. “I won’t drink from you!”

“It’s fine. Bite my neck, drink some blood.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

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“I won’t watch you be hungry all day. Come on, bite me!”

The vampire froze. “I—”

“Do it.”

“But—” He paused. He didn’t have much choice. If he was so insistent about it, then the vampire didn’t have to feel guilty, right? It was his idea. He was a big guy; he could stand to lose a bit of blood. His shoulders slumped in defeat. “Fine.”

The corner of his friend’s mouth crooked up a bit as he turned his chair towards him. The vampire stood up. His friend grabbed on to the bottom of the chair and tilted his head to the side slightly. The vampire leaned down, he placed his hands on his friend’s shoulders. He took a deep breath in anticipation, then sunk his fangs into his neck. He felt him flinch.

He pulled his fangs out and let the blood leak out a bit before he sucked on the wound. It was warm and delicious. He felt himself entering some sort of trance as he drank. It scared him. He stopped and pulled away; what if he couldn’t stop himself later?

His friend looked at him, a little pale. “Was that enough? It didn’t feel like a lot.”

The vampire stood straight and wiped his mouth. “I’ll survive the day on it.”

His friend kept giving him a concerned frown.

“I promise,” he added. “It’s only a few more hours.” That thought was upsetting, he folded his arms and sat down on his chair again.

His friend still frowned. “You could come to my house.”

“No. If I don’t come home today, it’ll only be worse when I do eventually go home.”

“Hm…”

His neck continued bleeding. The vampire stood again to take a closer look.

“What?”

“Your neck is still bleeding. I’ll grab some paper towels or something.” He ran off before his friend could answer.

He ran into the nearest bathroom and pulled a handful of paper towels out of the dispenser, then ran back to the library.

He pushed a paper towel against his friend’s neck. His friend grabbed it to hold it himself. The vampire let go and sat again.

His friend let out a playful sigh. “The bite is very noticeable, isn’t it?”

The vampire shrugged. “People don’t pay attention to us.”