Bloodsucker

"Yes," the young man replied, his voice filled with a hint of uncertainty. The atmosphere in the tavern shifted as the girls' expressions turned serious, their gazes intensifying. Without hesitation, one of them began to chant a spell, drawing upon the ambient natural energy that permeated the air. It swirled around her lips, gathering with an otherworldly intensity.

As she opened her eyes, a sense of purpose gleamed within them, and she leaned forward, pressing her lips against the young man's. A faint sound, akin to a delicate munch, escaped their connection. Suddenly, the young man jolted awake, his body convulsing as he coughed violently. His eyes bulged with a mixture of shock and a poisoned affliction, his once vibrant complexion turning an alarming shade of blue.