I turn Annie into my faithful bride

After seeing her there lying on my bed, I took the blade and drew it on my wrist. Annie, seeing what I was doing smiled, licking her lips. She was hungry. A line of blood grew in the cut. I lifted her head towards my wrist.

Annie began licking the wound and began to suck. It was a soft suck, as her fangs haven’t grown yet. I could hear her slurping the fresh vampiric nectar, each gulp got stronger. She grabbed my arm and pushed herself to my wrist, harder and harder to the point she she was effortless chewing on my flesh. Vampire flesh isn’t easy to rip up, which works well since it prevents us from being stabbed or staked; the wooden stake was a lie set up by Vlad to make his prey believe he was weak.

Annie’s teeth began to lengthen and I could feel the slight pinch in my skin. She stopped and let go of my arm. Her breathing was heavy like she had the wildest night of her life.

“Can we feed on each other for the rest of the night, my sire? I still feel hungry.” Annie requested.

I could decide on having a feeding frenzy or probably ask for a thrall in the main club area. What should I do? Teaching a vampire the basics of feeding and hunting could be another option.