"Again, April?"

Donnie pushed aside the machinery he'd been working on, looking up at her with bleary eyes.

"It's been a day!" she replied, a tiny hint of pleading entering her voice.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "You know puppy dog eyes don't work when your pupils have been subsumed into blank white horror-orbs?"

April's lip trembled, her brows drawing together, and she leaned in, breathing shakily. Donnie looked square at her. The breathing would have been more convincing if she'd been able to keep it up consistently. It was hard to remember to breathe when the unconscious impulse had vanished with the bulk of your humanity.

But damned if those big, glistening white eyes weren't awfully persuasive. Donnie sighed.

"Okay, fine. But you have got to give me a few weeks before the next time, okay?"

She nodded with wide-eyed innocence. He pursed his lips. "Can't you just… drink rats or something?"

April made a face. "Gross!" Then she ran her unnaturally sharp fingernails up his arm, making his skin tingle. "Besides, you're so much… tastier…"

She leaned in and breathed in his scent. Donnie's eyes blanked out, his cheeks flushing red and a mindless grin spreading on his face.

"April… April, you know what I told you about g-getting it straight from the s, source…" he stammered.

"Ohhh, Donnie, why not?" she pleaded, giving his neck a quick, cold little lick. A fiery sensation spread from the spot her saliva had wetted his skin.

"Because of that," he moaned, not trying to pull away. "B-because I'm pretty sure you're… addictive…"

She was on his lap. When had that happened? And her mouth was next to his ear, and her hips were grinding on him, and his hands were clamped like vises on the edge of his workbench.

"Like you weren't addicted to me anyways," she murmured, and he could feel her grin against his skin. "But fine. You've got…?"

He held up the syringe. "Ready and waiting, princess."

April clapped, leaning back, and Donnie winced as the needle punctured his tough skin. She stared as the tube filled with his blood, and then it was out, and her finger snatched the single bright crimson drop that fell from the tip.

His fingers shook as he unscrewed the syringe tip, and April bounced excitedly in his lap as he held out the brimming glass tube. Her tongue slid lovingly around the edge, then she upended it into her mouth, slurping greedily until it was all gone.

Donnie watched her with wide eyes. Half of him was preoccupied with scientific fascination – her tongue had obviously grown past normal human length, not to mention the way her fangs extended when she fed.

The other half was trying to restrain his erection. Even low on blood as he was, having his crush writhing in his lap, moaning and licking at the syringe to get every last droplet of the coppery-red liquid, was awfully exciting.

At last she was done, and she smacked her lips contentedly. "Thanks, Donnie," she said, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. She hopped out of his lap and slid into another chair, grinning at him.

"You're… welcome," he panted, leaning heavily on his workbench. "I think… I need… a rest."

She was instantly behind him, her preternaturally strong fingers kneading his sore shoulders. "I'm not surprised, the way I've been… draining you," she said sympathetically, brushing her lips over the top of his head. "You're been such a sweetheart."

He leaned back, churring softly as she relaxed his tired muscles. She spun his chair around, and he yelped as she scooped him up in her arms. "You need to sleep," she said firmly, easily carrying him off. "Come on, I'll tuck you in."