I'm never gonna dance again

This guilty feel has got no rhythm

Though it's easy to pretend, I know you're not a fool

Shoulda known better than to cheat a friend

And waste a chance that I'd been given

So I'm never gonna dace again

The way I dance with you-

Sometimes, Lance played a radio. It sounded so distant in the otherwise silent house, like there was a story above the ground level. I'd been hearing that song a lot. It must've been popular.

Still, I quietly waited for any kind of nourishment while I wasted away. I just lied still. My throat had cleared up a little.

If I had fed some, I'd be fine right now...

Then, as if he heard my thoughts, Lance proceeded down the basement stairs.

"I was doing some research on vampires, and I read that you guys heal faster if you have a good amount of blood. I admit, I haven't been feeding you like I should."

He walked up to my bare body, stroking my cheek.

"That's all my fault. I'm sorry." I could tell he said it with a smiling face.

Then, the smell hit me like Lance's hand to my face.

Blood.

There's some in his arms.

GIVE IT TO ME!!!

Upon smelling it, my canines sharpened from needles, to sabers. I started thrashing my otherwise weak body around in attempt at the confiscated blood. I desperately tried ripping off my gag in my rage, letting out a fierce growl.

While I thrashed about, Lance stood from his perched and watched me with approoving eyes.

"Spirited thing, aren't you?"

I let out a loud roar, also alerting the lady upstairs.

Having had enough, Lance snapped at us both. You want to be fed, correct!?

Taming me only a little, I only writhed and growled on every exhale. All I could see under my blindfold were two golden eyes and seemed to illuminate in the otherwise darkness. Whatever it was seemed to encourage me with it's laughter.

"Good boy." praised Lance.

Lance slowly and agonizingly untied my gag. Upon my release, I jolted at the direction I smelled the blood, teeth bared.

"Now, now. You'll be fed soon enough."

Lance took my hair and yanked it back so that I was facing the ceiling.

He opened a bottle and held it over my already agape mouth. Upon the blood hitting my desperate tongue, a new desire burned within me. Feeding had always felt as good as sex, but this, this was unlike any feeling I'd felt before. Maybe it was because of the starvation, or maybe it was because of the different tasting blood, but this felt than sex. It was an indescribably incredible feeling.

Lance must've caught on to the groans and the slight rocking of my hips as I fed.

"Lustful creature." he said, not looking at me.

He softly touched my member, causing an intense wave of pleasure to wash over me. I groaned loudly and ate more vigorously as I was being taken care of from both ends.

"Well, you'll get fed well this week." Lance said with a chuckle.