Cody

You were a human vampire, a creature. Cody knew it from the start. Your closest friend, your anchor in this all-too-human world. He was the one who always kept sealed, cold bags of donor blood in the fridge, "just in case." That case came often: your red eyes, your shortness of breath, your sharp, animal-like hunger. But the bag was never enough. It quenched your thirst, but it didn't quench your desire—the desire for warmth, for the pulse beneath your lips. ——— You were sitting on his worn leather couch, staring at the TV. Cody was munching on snacks without a care in the world, his right arm resting on the back of the couch, almost touching your shoulder. You could feel his warmth.

"Just one bite. A small one. He won't even notice... "the inner demon whispered.

You slowly leaned toward his forearm. Saliva filled your mouth, and instinct tensed your muscles, preparing for a sudden movement. You had already opened your mouth, baring your fangs, ready to sink into the warm flesh, when…

Slap!

A light slap on the back of the head made your head jerk to the side. You snorted in surprise.

—"No, no, no, toothy," Cody's voice was thick and cooing, like he was talking to a naughty child. —"Where are we going? We've already discussed this, you little shit, you can't bite people.