"Just one sip," Martin said. He looks very vulnerable, having that pale complexion.

"Just one." I know this is kinda weird--to let him drink my blood--but I do wanna help him. And this is the best thing that I can do: give him fresh and safe blood to drink.

"Can I make it two or three? Promise, I won't sip beyond that."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart, hope to die."

"Are you kidding me, Mr Vampire? First and foremost, you don't have a heart. Second, you are undead." And I rolled my eyes.

"Seriously, I will cherish this day for the rest of my life."

"As you were saying, obviously you're going to cherish it forever, because you're somewhat like immortal."

“You’re right." And he moves his head down into my neck.

One, two, three...

He said, just only three sip to regenerate, but...

"You're too generously, and I wanna thank you for letting me sip more than I asked. And as sign of gratitude...well I think, it would be better if you’ll join me." He murmurs, and...