***This is a vampire AU where Makishima is a vampire and Akane is a human. All you really need to know beforehand is that they met on some sort of Tinder-like thing for matching vampires with blood donors lol.***

"Hi," Makishima greeted her when she knocked on the door of his apartment.

"Hi," Akane echoed.

He looked just like his picture; long, white hair, pale white skin, and sly, yellow eyes.

When she entered his apartment, he led her to a room lined in white tarps.

"Come in. Lie down," he said.

"On the floor?" she asked. She was feeling uneasy about this. "Why are there tarps?"

"I'm a bit of a messy eater. I think I told you that people refer to me as euphoric. Blood just makes me a little crazy," he explained.

"Okay…" she agreed, unsure of the situation. She lied down in the middle of the room.

He got on his hands and knees over her. After a brief moment of hesitation, he took his first bite, right into the crook of her neck, the usual spot for vampires to drink from. After a short drink, she heard him swallow. After he took another sip, he pulled away without swallowing. They met each other's eyes. He had a funny expression on his face and his eyes looked glazed over.

Without warning, he burst into laughter. Her blood fell out of his mouth, splattering onto her face. He put his face back down to her neck, but every time he got a mouthful of blood, he'd lose it from laughing. Her heart was pounding. She was actually terrified. He moved to a weird spot, her left calf. He bit the underside of it, painfully piercing her skin with his teeth. Each time he started to drink, he'd eventually pull away and erupt into maniacal laughter. She watched in horror as her blood poured out of his mouth. She was surrounded by puddles of her own blood. After a while, he pushed her shirt up to the top of her ribcage and started to pull the waist of her skirt down.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, "Don't!"

Instead of doing what she feared, he rolled her onto her side and sunk his teeth into her hip. This time, he stayed latched there. He grabbed her other hip, pulling her tighter against his mouth, and nearly doubled over trying to get as much blood as he could.

Once he drank as much as he could without killing her, he pulled away and rolled her back onto her back. He rolled over so he was lying next to her.

After a few minutes of silence he said, "You can take a shower if you want. I promise I won't try anything."

"Okay," she agreed after some hesitation. She couldn't really walk home the way she was.

"Did you bring a change of clothes?"

"No."

"I'll give you something of mine. You don't have to return it. Come on, the shower's this way," he said, getting up off the floor. He held a hand down to help her up. She took it.

As he led her out of the room, she glanced back at the tarp. There had to have been more of her blood on the tarp than there was in his system.