Bite Daisy

I think about her suggestions. I feel my tummy rumble. I am a bit parched. I look at Daisy’s wrist and neck. She notices.

“Huh, you keep looking at my body. Perhaps the tour could have a rain check. Is this your first time feeding off someone?” Daisy says.

“Not really. My parents used to go hunting in the forest and streets for weary travellers, but when it was my turn for blood the travellers were already dead, so I never really bitten any live humans.” I reply. I felt embarrassed explaining this. Daisy chuckled and touched my face.

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m offering you an opportunity. Just don’t go overboard. Even if so died, there is a resuscitation device under our beds.” Daisy warmly says. She moves closer to me, inches from my body. She is tilting her head and raising her arm towards my head.

“Bon appetit, roomie. Enjoy your first official dinner at the school.” Daisy whispers. Her skin is so soft and delicate. I don’t want to hurt her but my senses are painful not to ignore. I must consume her blood.