The blood tastes warm and coppery in your mouth. Somehow, you find that disappointing. You expected it to feel strange or be cold. If the blood were foul, it would be easier to choke on it. As it is, you may as well have just cut your cheek.
The vampire stands across the room, waiting for you to make your decision. The cut on his ghostly pale palm has already closed. As usual, his expression is unreadable.
Spit or swallow? How badly do you want to live? What are you willing to do to live forever?
You make your choice.

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