Saya's eyes opened as she came back to reality. She remembered passing out but how she had ended up in the bed was a mystery. The feel of Carl's demonic hand came over her right hand. He was sitting next to her on the bed.

"You gave me quite a scare, Saya. But that doesn't matter. You haven't had blood in a while so the pills' symptoms were at full capacity," Carl said kindly as he helped Saya sit up.

"What time is it?" Saya asked.

"7:00 pm, you've been out for a while," Carl answered.

"We have to meet Diva! It's nightfall!" Saya said, though it was sunset. Saya was about to get up but Carl pushed her back onto the bed where she would sit next to him.

"Ca-Carl?" Saya questioned.

"We don't have to meet her until midnight. Until then I'd like you to feed," Carl said, baring his neck to her. Saya's eyes widened as she eyed a vein, watching it softly pulse fresh blood to his heart. Their hearts beat as one inside her head, louder and louder. She could feel their cravings being one, despite how mutual they were. Her blood boiled and burned into her flesh. Her eyes tinted red but she turned away and crossed her arms to grab her shoulders. She trembled.

"I don't feel like a Chiropteran. I feel mortal, I don't want to drink blood," Saya said. Carl turned her head so he could face her and gaze into her eyes. He chuckled and smirked softly.

"You were always like that. You often skipped your feedings and risked weakness," he said, his eyes glowed crimson. His claw-like fingers running up along the veins in neck that were salient beneath her ashen skin. Saya's mouth opened in fear at his eyes. They glowed so familiarly and evilly, yet somewhat solacing. His mouth neared hers but he wasn't going to kiss her. He smelled of blood and Saya wanted to breathe in that scent to solace her bloodlust.

"I know," he intimidated. His lips nearing her neck and arms wrapping around her shoulders.

"You'll feel much better if you have more of my blood in you. I'll drink yours and you'll drink mine, it will be a fair exchange and only a way to survive," he whispered. Saya set her hands on his back, her bones trembling.

"Carl...I...?" Saya uttered. But her words were too subtle to discern from fearful gibberish. Carl ran his fangs over the veins in her neck, softly caressing her neck with his fangs until he found a soft spot. Saya trembled as he brushed her hair away from the spot. His warm breath on her neck, she took in the taste of blood in his mouth.

"I will be much softer if you relax," he solaced. His fingers caressing the spot softly before he opened his mouth to bite down into her. His fangs sliced into a vein, the sweet nectar pooling into his mouth and trickling down his throat. Saya gasped and held him tighter, her fangs near his neck. Her eyes glowing crimson.

"Ca-Carl...Carl...STOP!" she pleaded, trying to pull him away but his bite was strong. His grasp was as well. Saya's head tilted back as he drank, her arms feeble but they remained against Carl's back. Carl won't stop drinking, he's waiting for Saya to taste him. He bit down harder, tearing deeper into her veins. She pulled at his shoulders and squeaked.

"Ge-get off!" she squeaked. He held her tighter, swilling her blood.

"No..." she begged softly. Her nails digging into his back, trying to get him to release her but he was too consumed by the guilty pleasure that Saya's blood offered. Saya felt dizzy after a minute and almost instinctively she bit into Carl's neck. The sweet crimson fluid overpowered her to drink more than her fill. Her right arm wrapped around Carl's shoulders, while her left hand pressed against the back of Carl's neck for easier access.

Carl relinquished his appetite for her blood and watched as the bite marks in her neck healed. Saya didn't stop feeding until she was satisfied. She relinquished her hold on him and fell to her side. Carl laid beside her as well, his fingers caressing the spot where he had bit Saya's neck.

"Tasty, very tasty. I would expect no less from someone so beautiful," he complimented. He planted sweet kisses on Saya's neck and licked the remaining blood away. Saya's blood could not harm him anymore, the courtesy of Diva's blood.

"You-you don't taste half bad yourself." Saya uttered.