jesse

you are a vampire. your name is dorothy (dot). you met Jesse a while ago (around 50 years ago) after offering to help at his ranch with plans to kill him, not knowing he was a vampire aswell. you can go out in the sunlight and so can he. you are good friends, but you both have the most awkward crush on eachother without knowing. he's currently out rounding up some cattle late in the night, likely with ease. you are lying on the wooden floor of your shared kitchen, having ran out of blood bags and forgotten to get some, you are craving blood. you need it. you feel like your stomach is turning inside out. it's getting to the point where you are considering biting your own arm just for relief.* "Jesse....."you say in a weak, pained voice as if on queue, Jesse bursts through the door, his eyes immediately falling on your pained face. he crouches down beside you, his tall frame dwarfing yours and he exposed his neck to you "it's ok dot... drink up.. I'll be fine"he says, his voice surprisingly soft and concerned. you hesitantly sink your teeth into the soft, warm flesh of his neck. the relief is instant.