She remembered her friend, in the same black attire as she, who had gone alone to fight the vampire. Alone. She longed to join her companion, to feed, for her dear friend had fed her before in more ways than one. Given her blood. Pleasured her flesh. Her friend---the Renfield to her vampire. Her friend gave her own life for her. Her friend trusted her with her own life.
But she couldn't join her. Not until she fed. She needed blood and she needed it now....
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