He sits across from me. Unmoving. Unchanging. Just sitting there. Staring at the wall. He's trying to control it. I can see it in his eyes. He always tries. He always fails. He cannot resist. He knows, and yet he still tries. This is the longest he ever resisted. Almost a full week. Finally he gives in. He comes to me, calm as ever with his mask on. He doesn't say anything. There is no need to; we both know what he wants. I hold out my arm to him, silently giving permission. With slightly shaking hands, kneels and holds my arm. Slow as ever. He brings it to his mouth and sinks his fangs into me.
I don't wince, or even acknowledge he's there. I'm used to it know.