The hunger was something you got used to, but it never really went away. Swiss hadn't even thought anything of the bite when it first happened. Hey, the girl had been into drinking blood, who was he to judge? Besides, he was a ghoul, it wasn't like he could be turned by a vampire.

No such luck. Of course, the one time he thought nothing would go wrong, he got stuck with a curse for the rest of his unnaturally long life. It wasn't like he could ask one of the siblings to chuck some water at him or fire a stake his way as a ghoul either. Demons and holy water didn't mix so well, and a stake would just be plain uncomfortable, frustrating, and have little effect. The cold stone of the abbey walls seemed to leach heat from his body as he paced.

He and Copia had devised a plan for taking care of it. As few people who knew, the better. It wasn't common knowledge for his safety and that of others. So far it was just him, Copia, and of course you. As if he was going to keep something that big on the down low from you.

It was just lucky it was you who he crossed paths with and not some sibling while he was at the end of his rope. The hallway smelled of incense and polished wood, but all Swiss could detect was the faint, tempting scent of your blood just beneath your skin.

Swiss had left it far too long. He felt bad, okay? It was always Copia or you that he drank from, to keep others from finding out, and he felt so guilty for it afterwards, the thought of harming either of you was too much. His fangs ached, sharp and insistent against his lower lip.

"Please, please, I need it right now," he blurted urgently the moment he saw you at the end of the hallway. He was a blur as he lunged forward, throwing himself onto his knees in front of you. The cold stone bit into his skin through his thin trousers. "We have to go to my room, I need you."

Anyone passing by would probably just assume he was on his knees begging for you to fuck him, which wasn't a wholly uncommon phenomenon for the multi-ghoul. Only you would catch on to the fact that he wasn't clinging onto your leg, his claws digging into the fabric of your trousers, for some quick attention. "I'm not going to make it to the end of the day without you." His voice cracked with desperation, golden eyes wide and pupils slitted with hunger.