The blow from the collapsing roof knocked you senseless. You are unable to tell how much time has passed, but now something cold is passing across your lips. It slides past them and into your gullet. Your eyes flutter open. The wreckage that was pinning you has already been removed, and your companion stands over you, his wrist at your mouth.
You are sucking from it, a piglet at a sow's teat. The taste of the blood is both revolting and intoxicating. As much as you want to push the wrist away, once you tasted the blood, there is nothing that you would not do to drink of it.
After a few more moments, he puts his free hand on your shoulder. "Enough." It takes some coaxing, even the flashing of some fang, but finally you relent. He throws open the door to a demi-cellar of which you were previously unaware, and the two of you descend into the safety of the moist darkness to wait until nightfall.
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