I knew exactly what was going on from the moment I opened my eyes on that god-forsaken Thursday morning. The cramping in my stomach, the wish to just die, the metallic smell of blood.. god, my life was hell on days like this. Streber had woken up to the smell of blood as well - for a whole 'nother reason. I mean, he was a vampire, whaddaya expect? Anyways, Streber immediately started pampering me, giving me forehead kisses and comfy snuggles and even changing the sheets for me.

He had been trying his hardest to take care of me, even avoiding a damn pillow that was chucked at him during one of my mood swings. But there was just one teensy-weensy-but-ever-so-crucial-little-tiny-problem. Streber hadn't.. fed in a while. I mean, sure, he had eaten, but being a vampire and not latching onto someone's neck like a goddamn stavin' eel was not.. ideal, per se. And what other way to get a lil bit of blood from me - without hurting me - than now?

..but yikes, it was gonna be a pain to try and ask me, especially for a shy fella like Streber.

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"A-And that's why I need to eat you out..!" Streber said nervously, after his long (and very autistic) explanation. Somehow he had gotten me to sit down on the bed and listen to the entire thing. He wringed his hands nervously, looking away awkwardly. "I'd.. understand if you don't want me to, like if you're not comfortable with it. I- I can *easily* find an alternate method if you aren't consenting to any of that, promise!"