Midwest winters are the fucking worst. Not only is it cold as fucking shit, but it’s nearly impossible to get a bloody bite to eat. For Smith, that means a winter full of being sickly, miserable, and tired all the time.
Being a vampire in the winter really sucked.
“Well…you could drink from me?”
“From you?” Smith curses himself internally at the way his stomach growls at the thought. “I…I mean, are you sure? I thought…” He told himself when he got turned that his friends were off limits. “I don’t want to hurt you, Trott,” he warns.
CW: blood, biting/sexual neck biting. Spontaneous sex. Both are cool with it, but they’re also a little compromised and haven’t discussed it prior/it’s not completely vocalized.
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